(A/N: Alright, for you First Time Readers: Thank You so much for taking time out of your day/night/afternoon/tea-time/whatever time to read this Fic that I started over a year-and-a-half ago, I hope you enjoy it as it stands and there will be more to come.

For you Fans: I urge you to re-read Chapters 1-6 again because…I revamped them as well! That's right, I decided to take the original beta-ed chapters and fix some minor plot, grammatical, and personal errors with the chapters so that the story flows nicely and no real problems in the plot arise, so if you get a chance re-read this and the others and leave a review/PM me if you think it worked out a little better. Mind you, the changes are small, and you might not even notice them…which is great, why? 'Cause that means I'm doing it right…or not great because I'm doing it wrong…you tell me.

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Okay! Now that that is out of the way…

Chapter 1: Unhappy Birthday.

"Be careful what you wish for, you just might get it"

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Mac

Time (4:30 P.M.) Place (Foster's Lobby)

I sat on the third step of the Foster's lobby stairs. It was a slow day, this Saturday afternoon, as I watched Frankie sweep aimlessly in the big room, obviously daydreaming. Summer was no more than a few days away, I had pretty much waited out the rest of high school ever since Final Exams, Not really caring about being Top of the Class, Graduation, College, any of it. It all seemed too cliché, too same-old. I wondered if she had plans for her future, she had always told me how she wanted to be a Therapist, better to listen to other people's problems than talk about her own. My mom had been ecstatic with pride at my perfect 4.0 GPA, I was glad someone was happy about it. Every time I come home, it's always the same; letters, E-mails…It was all just too much! I left my thoughts alone and focused back to the red-headed woman, I thought I should say something, just to break the silence…but also something was nagging at my conscience.

I hesitated a moment before saying, "Hey Frankie…?"

"Hmm?" She responded, confirming my earlier theory of daydreaming.

"I was just wondering...uh...do you know what day it is?"

"Uh... Saturday?"

I heaved a deep sigh. "Yeah, it is. Thanks Frankie."

"Welcome."

I stood up and decided to roam the Foster's building - I know the place from top to bottom now - and see who was in the seemingly empty abode. Things had been very slow during the winter, no events, clients; even Bloo had found time to read a book, without pictures in it. Then as Christmas approached, people were lined up outside the doors to get their hands on Friend for their Son or Daughter. It was a bit sickening to me, seeing all those bittersweet smiles, they had a new home…but what about the home they were leaving. Some took the goodbyes harder than others, tears were shed, anxiousness abundant. How would that feel? To be given away to someone you knew nothing about, in hopes you'll have a friend to hang out with for a while, at least until they got bored with you…But now the House was almost barren, with only Friends into the low hundreds instead of the high thousands. As I walked farther away from the lobby, and Frankie, I wondered aloud:

"I wonder if anyone remembered…"

I headed to the noise coming from the kitchen to see Eduardo drinking from an unlabeled bottle. Ed had taken the emptiness in mixed stride, picking up old habits as he did, lashing out at people during one of his 'Episodes'. Once he'd actually had went into a drunken frenzy, hurting Frankie and I in the process. When the deed was done we both winded up in the doctor's office, her gashed head and cracked ribs, and my broken arm and ankle. We were all scared he would go off again one day.

"Hey Ed. What's up?"

"O nada, mi amigo. Why you look so down? Did Terrence give you a wedgie?"

I chuckled at his question, I hadn't seen my big brother in almost six years, and it's been a safe haven without him.

"Nah, it's just... Ed, do you know what day it is?"

"Es Sabado, right?"

"Yeah, it is. See ya, Ed."

"Adios, Mac."

I left Ed with his drink, which I was sure was tequila, and made my way out to the courts where Coco and Wilt were playing one-on-one. Ever since we found Wilts creator, he has gained a new arm as a parting gift. Wilt had said, "It felt like he never lost it". I sat down a watched the remainder of the game. Coco had the ball, Wilt was defending his hoop. Coco feinted left and Wilt fell for it. Coco came up the right and dunked the ball at the final buzzer.

"Wow, Coco," Wilt said, "that's twice now. I must be gettin' soft. Oh, hey Mac."

Coco asked, "Coco co coco coco?"(Hey, Mac, why the long face?)

"Yeah man, what's up?"

"Nothing! Okay, just forget it. I'm going inside." I turned to turn walk back inside. "Dammit!" I ran inside, passing Ed, through the kitchen and towards the front door. My anger had gotten the better of me again, but I just couldn't take how everything was getting thrown into my lap, and no one seemed to care.

I don't have to take this shit! I thought; Let them forget about me, I don't care!

Getting closer to the door. Just then it swung open and I stopped inches from her face.

"Hey Mac. Happy birthday!"

She stood there, a small wrapped gift in her hands, smiling. I felt myself fall to my knees, a wetness streaking my face. My Insides felt like they were in a vice, stinging and crippling my ability to cry out. I was crying. Why? I should've been happy. I should have hugged her. But I was sniveling on the cold linoleum floor like a woman who just got raped. What was happening to me? There were voices in my head now, not the ones around me, but others…foreign. They spoke in an odd tongue, something like Italian. They died down and I heard the fading voices of my friends.

"Oh my god, Mac...You okay... upstairs ...you'll ... be...Fine…"

Then everything went black

I saw four deep shadows among the darkness, they were almost invisible, blending into the cold backdrop, one that seemed to be facing me put his hand out, as if to cautiously touch something that wasn't there. I felt a slight twitch and looked down, my had was doing the same. I snatched my arm to its side, the figure did the same. The other three around it appeared a bit brighter in my dark sight, with a slight twinge of color.

One Red.

Another Green.

A third, Yellow.

I took one last look at the mimicking figure and saw that he hadn't changed much, but I could make out a dull, dimmed grey. I tried to say something but my mouth was stuck, luckily my mind was working.

Who are you?

Who…

The shadow just copied me again, I tried to get through to them but nothing else would surface, then I felt the cold stillness of unconsciousness grip me and started to pull me under, just as the shadowed figures flickered slightly into view. I didn't get a look at them, my head was hurting too much that the faces and lights became blurry, I felt that my eyes were closed, I opened them, I saw the high ceilings moving rapidly, shifting here and there from time to time. I finally let the stillness pull me under fully, going into the dark and setting there, letting the dull noises of clamor assure me that I was still alive.

Today was my Eighteenth birthday…I had no idea how my age would change the fate of my entire Universe.

Chapter 1: END

(A/N: Ok, Now this Is what I really wanted it to be, A little more in depth and not so strewn together, I hope you all enjoyed the first revised chapter of Brainstorm.)