(A/N): Ok, so this is Ame's origin story. And Sia's is coming up next. I don't own Icicle Jr.

Ame POV

I don't know my parents. I don't know where I'm from. I don't know if I'm from Earth or from another planet. I just don't know.

All I remember from my childhood is being scared.

I remember a place with all white walls. There was always someone watching you, always a doctor sticking a long needle into your arm. I remember them strapping me in a chair. They made me scream, cry. They hurt me. I remember them laying me down on a cold, gray table and sticking a needle in my ear, in my arm, my legs, in my head.

So much needles.

They made me do test. Test that I didn't understand. They weren't test like at school, they were worse. I was physically tested. They made a place that looked like a jungle that I couldn't escape. They didn't feed me or give me water until I finished the test. They made me do crazy things, like trying to lift a car and fazing through walls. When I couldn't or wouldn't do it, I got beat.

So much tests.

They beat me. They thought that was a threat to them. They had so many ways of torture. First it was just little slaps, then it became more violent. They punched me, kicked me when I was down. Cut me to see if I had different blood, to see my insides. They electrocuted me, said that I shouldn't even be alive. They broke bones to see if it would heal faster. They called me an alien.

So much pain.

I was five when I first ran away from this place. The outside world was cold and wet. My clothes where ripped and muddy. I remember running, running from them. I was running so hard that I could hear my heart in my throat. There was shouting and yelling. There was guns firing and fire. It was smoky and I couldn't see where I was going.

Eventually, I ran into someone. I fell to the floor and struggled to get up and run. They turned to me and started shouting, yelling something that I couldn't understand. I tried to talk to them, so they could help me, but all that come out of my mouth was gibberish. They didn't understand and continued to chase me.

Somehow while running, I tripped and fell into a dark hole. It seemed like I'd never stop falling but I finally fell and landed hard on my shoulder. I covered my mouth so that I didn't scream as the 'hunters' ran pass me. I stayed in the hole for a long time before someone came for me. I covered my face hoping that they would leave but they didn't and jumped into the hole with me.

"What you doing down here?" they asked.

When I opened my eyes, I saw a little boy with short platinum blonde curly hair. His eyes were a light blue. His nose had a sharp tip and his lips were thin. He was pale with a sharp chin. He had a little dirt on his clothes from coming down the hole. He had on a big blue jacket. It was so big that I couldn't see his pants but he did had on some big black shoes.

"Not gonna talk, huh?" he waited for me to answer, "Well, I'm Cam. I come from Foster's East. It's a Foster Home not far from here. I'm not gonna stay there long. I'm just waitn' for my dad to get out. Where you from?"

"…"

"Let me help you up," he said, extending a hand.

I took it and quickly took it back. His hands were cold to the touch. "Sorry 'bout that. I'm just cold like that." he grabbed my shoulders instead and dusted off them off, "Speakin' of cold, you look like you just came from the South Pole." ,he took off his jacket and handed it to me, "Here."

I gratefully took it and wrapped myself up in it. I looked up at him while he climbed back up the hole. I zipped up the jacket, which was way too big for me, and climbed up there too. Once up there, he pointed to a big house on a hill, "That's where I live. You wanna come with me?"

"…"

"Where's you mom and dad?"

"…"

He scratched his head,"Ya know, you're gonna have to talk to me sometime."

"…"

"What's your name?"

"…"

He asked me a million other questions while we hiked up the hill. He asked if I was a foster kid, if I could talk, if I could read, what school I went to, did I know where I lived, did I run away, why my hair changed color and many more. I tried to answer some of them with a nod or a shake of the head. There was only so much I could remember. I only knew my name and age.

When we got to the house, my heart dropped. It was dark looking with bats hanging down from the roof. The shutters were broken and some were tore off. A big black sign read 'Foster's East, A Foster Care With A Heart'. There was crows singing their deadly song, circling around the place. The grass was dead, and no flowers. It seemed like the storm clouds only formed around the house. There was a swing set that was rusty and falling apart. There was no children outside but I could hear them inside playing. I wanted to join but I was scared.

As we stepped on the porch, something fuzzy wrapped around my leg, causing me to yelp. Cam laughed and picked up a black cat, "It's just Whiskers." I noticed that the cat began to scream at his touch and ice started to form on it's fur. He let it go just in time for the door to creak open. A lady with short red hair and pale skin looked at us through her purple rimmed glasses.

"Cameron, I was wondering where you wondered off to." She had a country accent," I was worried sick. And boy, where is your jacket? It's almost 30 under."

Cam looked up at her, "Sorry Ma.", he turned to me, "That's what we call her here.", he looked back at her, "And I gave it to her."

She looked down at me, "Now who do we have here?"

Cam crossed his arms, "I don't know her name. She don't talk."

"Amethyst." I said, voice coming out small.

"Oh, but you talk to her." Cam said, sounding a little pissed.

"Cam, why don't you go wash up and I'll talk to Amethyst." The lady said, pushing him inside.

"OK." he ran away into the house leaving me with this stranger.

The woman picked me up and held me on her wide hips. She was little woman with wide hips and big hair. Her hair was put up like a beehive with blue sewing pins stuck in it. She wore a black and white polka-dot dress with little black flats. Her nose was pointed and her lips were thin and wide. Her eyes were a dark brown, like the mud on my clothes.

"Welcome to Foster's East Amethyst. I'm Ma." She carried me inside, "Where's your ma and pa?"

"I don't know." My throat was sore, so it cracked a little.

She handed me a glass of water that I inspected before drinking, "How old are you?"

"Five."

She nodded. "Smart of a five year old." she muttered from under her breath.

Little kids ran by me nearly knocking the glass out of my hand, "Sorry about that dear. It's packed in here." she coughed, coughed so hard that some of my water spilled and I feared that I might fall out of her small arms, "Sorry dear, I'm a little under the weather."

She brought me into a small room upstairs with and horrible orange wall coloring and wallpaper that was falling off. There was a bunkbed and someone else's clothes in the room. "You can stay here until your parents come get you."

As she started to exist, I grabbed her arm, "They're not coming."

"Well sweetie, you can stay as long as you want." She smiled at me, and started to leave again until I grabbed her hand again.

"What if they come for me?" I asked.

"Your parents?"she laughed, "Well we'd give ya back to them."

I shook my head, "No, the people that hurt me." I said, pointing to the bandages on my arms and legs, "They said that I was dangerous and that I was an alien because of my hair."

She picked up my arm and examined the wounds, "What about your hair?"

"It changes color."

"Well we're gonna have'ta hide you from them now don't we?" she asked, pinching my nose, "I know people like you. You're special."

"Special?"

"Yep. And sometimes we have to hide the special people, like you, from monsters in the world."she kissed me on the cheek, "I won't let them get to you."

She was the first thing that I had close to a mother.

I stayed in foster care for going on ten years. Ma died of cancer, when I turned seven, so her husband took over and he wasn't so nice. He was mean and beat some of us. Sometimes he wouldn't even feed us and acted as if we didn't even exist. Cam left with his dad, when I was eight, shortly after Ma's death but I really don't think that his dad was better than Pa. Shortly after Cam left, the place shut down, causing me to leave many friends. I went to a new foster home, met new friends. There was a girl that I remember from Foster's East. She was my roommate at some point in Foster's East. A girl named Sia that I always seemed to follow. We eventually became friends, sisters, even. We haven't been separated even since.