"Sister Mary!" A young woman, about age 23, was running through the halls of this large building. She was carrying a boy, who looked about 16 in her arms, and he was very badly injured, from th looks of it, she was heading to the infirmary.

"Sister Rosalinda?" A much older woman, exited a room from the end of the hall, looked around and saw the lady, the young man in her arms, the blood smeared on his clothes, the bruises starting to form, and that he was unconscious.

Her eyes widened and she made the sign of the cross, and hurried as quickly as she could over to Rosalinda and the young man. As she grew closer, she began to recognize the boy, and she was sure she had a pretty good idea what had happened. "He finally snapped." The nun said with a small smile on her face, rosalinda on the other hand was very confused. "Come rosalinda, help me lift the boy on to a bed."

A few hours later, the boy began to regain his consciousness.

"Ow.." He lifted his hand to his face and opened his eyes, everything was a small blur, but he could still see, he was slightly light headed, and he noticed a familliar face watching him at the foot of his bed.

"Sister Mary?" the boy flinched, she had a very stern look on her face. "Hello Jett, glad to see you're awake." She was still very serious, but Jett had no clue what was going on. "This is what you get, for messing around with Carlos." Jett's eyes doubled in size, how did she know what happened?

Jett was the bully at this place. What exactly is this place? The St. Dominic Catholic Home for Children...

An orphanage.

The boy he had been messing with was Carlos Garcia, the new kid. Well, he wasn't really new, he's been here for about eight months. Jett, had been here for seven years. Even though Carlos has had a rough time, he kept a smile on his face, that bugged Jett. He always thought 'Your parents died, why are you smiling, are you happy they're dead?' thats what always went through his mind,

and it was never the case.

Jett basicly tormented carlos, any chance he got he would insult him, if carlos was alone and jett found him, he'd go a little farther.

But today, he went too far.

He insulted his mother. The one person he felt ever love him, the one that is now gone because of the one that was supposed to protect them, who wasn't doing his job.

Let me explain. Carlos' parent perished in a car accident. His father was drinking, and driving too fast, his mother told carlos to put on his seat belt as tight as he could, she did the same. Didn't help though, because his father ran a red light and a truck slammed into the car flipping it, Carlos didn't feel a thing, because he wasn't in the car when it happened...

He was on the pavement,

And had been there for about ten seconds before the moment of impact.

And when jett said those five words, out of all the horrible things jett has ever said to Carlos, that was crossing the line. Carlos snapped, and the next thing Jett knew, he was waking up in the infirmary.

"Ho-" Jett began, but Mary cut him off, "Iv'e spoken to carlos, I let it slide, and i believe you had endured enough wrath for today."

~Two Hours Earlier~

"So that is why you beat the living crap out of him?" The elderly nun said, making Carlos' eyes double in size. "You said crap..." He said, making the woman laugh, "Yes, yes i did." She looked at Carlos, and her expression hardened slightly. "Is something the matter sister?" Carlos asked feeling slightly uncomfortable under her gaze. She simply smiled and said. "You remind me so much of your mother, god bless her soul." Carlos simply looked down. "Carlos, tell me the truth." Carlos was confused, but he was nervous too. This made the elderly wome smile in recognition. "Did you really use you fists to hurt Jett?"

Carlos didn't say anything, "I'm going to taked that scilence as a no..." She said as she leaned closer to Carlos and grabbed his chin so she can see his eyes. "Tell me, what is it you can do."

Carlos tensed up, "I'm not normal either, i can tell you that much." She said, Carlos looked up to see her but she wasn't there. "Boo." she said right next to his ear scaring the life out of him. She laughed very loudly, "I still got it!" she made a small fist pump and laughed triuphetly. Carlos was confused. How could someone of her age move so fast? "How did you do that?" He blinked, She wasn't there. "Do what?" Mary said, Carlos turned around and saw mary standing on a book shelf, the fifth on up, reaching for an old book that was on top of the shelf laying on its side. He stared at her, wondering how, he got his answer when she disappeared again and reappeard sitting in the chair she was before. "Apporation, my dear boy!" she said with a smile on her face. "Apporation?" She realized he had no idea what that was. "Oh, it just a fancy way of sying i can teleport. but thats not all i can do." Carlos was shocked but amazed

"You see, i'm what many call a psyche. meaning i can do a lot with just-" she tapped her head "-this!"

Carlos was quiet for a little "...I can do alot of things, i lose track, i learn more everyday." he said, mary just nodded. "Your mother was the very same way. Only she used her powers to get treats and toys, not to make others hurt." Carlos closed his eyes, he motioned his head to the book shelf and when she looked, there were books flying everywhere! She watched in awe as they manuevered through the air, she was shocked at how many he could carry all at once. "Advanced telekinises..." She smiled and clapped her hands. "Could my mom do this?" He said, he looked a little hurt. Mary guessed he didn't know his mother could do things like this. "No, she had things like, uhh, i believe she called it Molecular combustion or something along those lines.." Carlos looked confused. "Oh, she could make thing blow up, She also had this very dangerous power that im sure you will get too. She called it crushing." Carlos didn't want to know what that was... "These are only your warren powers dear, these where your powers of your past selves." Mary said while flipping through her book. "How log have you had these abilities, my dear?" Carlos looked at her "About a week..." He said looking down.

There was a scilence.

"What am i?" Carlos said hesitantly, "What was my mother?" Mary simply smiled...

"You're a witch, my child."