A/N I wanted to do an OC for a while...this isn't AU. The main characters from the books are going to be in here.

Prologue

Geneva Slaine could feel something was very wrong the moment she stepped out of her car to pick up her son from his morning day care.

Perhaps it was the chill in the air, signifying the turn from fall to winter. Perhaps it was the cold she had picked up a few days ago during one of her many lectures at the city conference center. However, she highly doubted it—there was a certain feeling she could not shake off, and it had something to do with her son.

Given his history, it was not a comforting thought.

Geneva strolled briskly into the low, heavily structured brick building, fear in her eyes. When she reached Logan's classroom, her fears were confirmed: he was sitting on a pile of cushions in a corner, unmoving, his eyes hidden by his long black hair.

"Oh, no," she murmured, and rushed to him, sinking to her knees beside him. "Logan, baby..."

The boy's head rose a fraction of an inch.

"Mommy?"

"Yes, sweetheart? What happened, baby?" Logan's small body shifted.

"I don't feel so good."

"What do you mean, sweetie?"

"I don't feel good." This came as a hoarse whisper. Looking carefully at her son, she could see he was shaking. His skin was pale, with an unhealthy blue sheen, when she came near, he trembled.

"Did...other kids bully you?" This itself was a false hope.

The little boy shook his head. Geneva's heart sank. She had hoped it would not come to this.

"Did something happen?" she whispered. "Did something happen that wasn't supposed to happen?"

Logan nodded. Terror entered Geneva's frightened eyes.

"What?" she breathed, hardly daring to listen for the answer.

"Pictures," the little boy whispered. "Bad pictures. I see them in my head.

Horror clenched Geneva's heart as she reached for her son's hand.

"Pictures?" she said softly. "What..."

"NO!" Logan suddenly jumped back, bumping hard into the bookshelf behind him. "Don't touch!"

Geneva gasped as she saw her son's eyes. They were haunted...black.

Black.

The mark of a Child of Death.