Eyes of Power, Wisdom, and Death

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Summery: Power? The boy asked, looking bored. "What?" I asked. "Do you have one?" He asked. "Well, I can do something…" I answered with a smirk. "What?" The boy asked frowning. "I seem to have this ability to make anyone do whatever I say… weird hu?" And if you try to boss me around, I might just try it out on you…

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Chapter one: Thanks mom…

Dear me,

I am mad. Why? Oh simple really. I am stuck in a room. My 'mother' thought it would be a good idea to leave me here. Not that I blame her for leaving this rat hole. But really leave your only daughter here to rot? I would not put it pasted her, she hates me. Why? Oh well you see I existed. I was never supposed to be born and I should never have been. But hey it's not my fault you had me is it? I used to think it was my fault, but now that I am thirteen I know better. It was never my fault it was yours.

But did you really have to run off and leave me here? I mean I am surprised you kept me for all this time. But really leaving me here at this moment in the middle of nowhere is a new low even for you.

Anyway where was I? Oh yeah, I was telling you about this, I am stuck somewhere out in the middle of nowhere. This is my 'uncle's house'. Yeah because I am suppose to believe that 'mother'. Knowing you, you probably had not idea where you going, you saw this house and thought it would be a good place to get drunk then leave your daughter here.

Getting drunk is all you ever do! Ever! But hey I am done, I never wanted to hang with you and now that you have left me here, I am going to start over, like I never met you. I never needed you anyway. I know how to take care of myself. So great you left me here! I am not staying here no way!

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I looked back at the journal entry. I had written that maybe three mouths ago and I still had not left the smelly little hole that belonged to my 'uncle'.

I now know that there is no way this was my uncle's house. As far as I knew I had no relatives besides 'mom' but I can't really picture anyone related to my mom living here, she may be a drunk, but even she would not live in the middle of nowhere. In the shack there where three rooms total, including the bathroom. There was a kitchen and a living room combined, and a small bedroom off that wall.

The shack is on a huge hill in the Santa Katrina hills, mom drove up here so she could drink her beer without the cops coming and locking her up in the mad house again.

When she had left my first thought had been to go down to that little town we had passed thought, something beach. But as soon as I had written in my journal (which is full of things that would make your head spin…) I walked outside intend on taking the car.

The car was not there. Duh! Mom had taken it. Thanks Mom, love you too!

Let me tell you I had no intend on walking down to the town. I hate walking. Every time I do I fall down, I am a klutz. So instead I stayed here in the hole. I was used to living with only my mom, which is pretty much like living alone.

Once I decided to stay I found another problem. Food. Where was i going to find food?

Well lucky whatever moron who had lived in the smelly shack had been a big food person. There was food everywhere.

More food than I could ever eat! There must have been three full freezers in the basement. (Did I mention there was a tiny basement? Well there is, about the size of house.)

At first I wondered why on earth there was so much food in this place. Then I realized that I don't really care. There was food so I was happy.

Now before I continue let me tell you one thing I am NOT stupid! I knew right away that if I was going to be staying in this shack (and nothing was going to make me walk down there) I was going to have to get more food eventually; if I was going to live here forever I guess I was eventually going to run out of this food.

Fortuentally once I had gone outside I saw a garden, a huge garden. I remember thinking that whoever lived here must had been FAT.

The garden was in pretty good shape. I picked all the ripe food and froze it right away. Did I mention that I pretty much had lived on my own? I know how to take care of myself.

At the time I was enjoying the fact that I was living like an Indian (not that Indians had freezers.)

As I said I stayed in the shack for three mouths. It was around that time that I found something really gross in the garden. A worm. Just one worm. At first I thought nothing of it. Hey it's just a worm right?

Wrong. This worm had teeth! Huge teeth! That was the first thing that really freaked me out. I mean even the seagulls with claws had not freaked me out that much. But something about he worm scared me senseless.

Oh and another thing about the worm, it eats everything! This worm ate my whole garden! Well him and some of his little friends.

At first I was just mad, I ran out into the garden yelling as I watched them eat a whole water melon. Well it was then that I realized something. They did not just eat fruit. The moment I headed towards them they attacked me!

I managed to get out of the garden fast enough. How? Oh well I was standing near the gate at the time.

Anyway I was mad. I yelled for about and hour at the stupid creatures. Then I realized the dreaded fact. I was going have to walk. I was going to have to go to the town to get food, and then I was going to be questioned, and I would have to fine a home, and maybe be assigned a foster family. But I was going to need food.

I was able to stay in the hole for a couple more weeks before sighing and grabbing a bag. If I was going to walk into the stupid town I was going to bring all the food possible.

I packed a bag of food, That consisted of

4. Boxes of crackers

1. Bag of bread

7. Bags of mints

3. Oranges

3. Bottles of water

1. Box of cereal

2. Ears of corn

3. Cucumbers

And best of all

1. Muffin. ( I know how to bake and there was a ton of flower in that old shack, that and some other stuff made descent muffins.)

There were still a lot of vegetables left in the freezers from the garden, as well as some of the other things I could not take. But I realized that this should be enough food till I got to the town and was able to get some more. Then if I need to I could come back here and eat the other food in the fridge.

It was then that I stared my journey down the wide twisted mountain to there stupid beach town.

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It's been a day of walking and once again I am mad. I seem to be mad a lot don't me? I guess if I am mad all the time I am never really mad? Hmmmm… does that even make sense?

Yeah that right folks I am going crazy. I managed to get down the first hill and have been walking through the twisting turned hills for hours! I must have fallen like a thousand times already!

But that's okay it's not like bleeding is anything new to me. Falling is something I do all the time, I once fell down the stairs at one of our various home, and my head was bleeding for two days. Did mother dear take me to a hospital? Umm no! So blood is nothing.

But the feeling that I am being watched is something I do NOT like. I have been feeling this so at lest the last half hour. I felt eyes watching me as I progressed through the stupid mountain.

I wish the feeling would go away. I really hate it! Wait a minute what was that!

I whipped around. A cat stood in the path in front of me. Wait a moment cats aren't that big, nor do they had orange eyes and huge claws…

I felt my breath catch. A mountain lion! I never thought that I might run into dangerous creatures as I walked through these woods. But this Lion was four times bigger then the lions I had seen at zoos.

"Good kitty…" I said looking down at the creature's feet. Yeah cause that is going to help, talking to a mountain lion! I thought looking at the claws as they took a step forward.

Think! Think what do I do!! Then I remembered something. Long ago, at age eleven I had gone to school (yeah I went to school for about 4 years of my life, mom sent me there cause she did not me hanging around. However then mom was locked up, realized and we hit the road.) Anyway in school I remember learning about how to defend yourself. (One of those stupid guess zoo keepers had come in and talked about it.) I remembered one thing he had said "look your opponent in the eye, show no fear, be confidant. Sometimes the animal will realize that you are stronger than you look and leave…" I did not believe a word of this. Why on earth would looking at your opponent scare them off? But hey it was die trying or die well not trying… heck why not try? So I looked into the lion's eyes.

For a second everything stopped. Suddenly I was not looking at a lion, I was looking at me, and a single thought was running through my head "Food…

I ripped my eyes away. Once again I was looking at a lion heading towards me.

I was scared, something that did not usually happen to me. the mountain lion itself did not scare me it was the fact that when I looked at it, I was no longer me… or was I?

I tried again. I looked into the creatures eyes.

I was not myself. I was looking at myself. I wanted to eat myself… wait no I don't! I do not want to eat me!

My brain was hurting what was happening!

I was standing still looking at me, I was there going to be eaten by me…

"No I will not eat me!"

"No eat?" I asked

"No!"

Suddenly I was back looking at the lion. But he was turning, him mind changed. He was walking away from me…

I stood shocked. What had just happened?

Something way in my head was screaming that I had been inside that lion's head. How was that possible?

"Its not possible!" I said loudly, looking at the retreating form of the lion. "Is it?"

My mind raced, worm having teeth, seagulls with claws. A mountain lion four times bigger than normal…

Maybe I had changed as well…

No way not possible!

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