Healing Kur

This is my first ever fanfiction, so my heart is pounding as I type this. I apologize if it is not what you have expected; I'm trying to do this right. Any reviews are greatly appreciated, encouraging or constructive criticism (there is no such thing as a bad review in my world), and I will try to include every suggestion as the story goes on. Also, sometimes the story requires a cut and/or a point of view change. (~) means a POV change while [~] means a cut in the timeline. If no POV is mentioned, it means that it is in 3rd person or the story will continue with the same POV as previously. Thanks!

Disclaimer: I do not own The Secret Saturdays or any of the characters except for the ones in which I have created.

Chapter 1: The Girl

(Unknown Person's POV) I race down the hall silently praying that nothing will happen, but not even prayers can stop this. "There will be no truce!" The electrical whirring of a mechanical weapon is ringing in my ears as I fight back the tears. [Hey, annablossom here. I'm sorry for cutting this part, but many viewers have said that Leonidas Van Rook's sudden and rather brutal death made them either sick or crazed with sadness; I sadly am one of those sick viewers, so this part is being bypassed. A thousand apologies to those who love this part.] Master's voice forces a chill down my spine as the young boy I recognize from Master's "Must Kill Before I Die" list. As the other people destroy the Nagas and silently mourn the death of Leonidas, I remain unknown in the shadows of my past and present. Finally they leave, and I rush out to where Leonidas's body lay motionless.

"Father, Father, why? Master finally got you like he said he would. FATHER!" Then I dash back to the corner as the sounds of footfalls approach.

"It's a girl, Mom. Look! That's who you heard." I lose any grip I had on my consciousness and faint on the stone floor.

(Zak's POV) I can't help but smile when I look at that amazing girl. Even passed out, she looks like an angel, but Wadi is making sure I stay far away from whoever this girl is. She stirs slightly then gasps for air. "Where...where is he? Where are Master and Father? Where am I?" Uncle Doyle walks in the room, and she must know something about him by the look on her face. Uncle Doyle doesn't seem to realize it, though. He has his wrist-blaster loaded and pointed at her flawless forehead when Mom enters to save her life.

"Do you remember anything about yourself, sweetheart? Your name, your family, your address, anything ringing a bell?" Mom asks soothingly. She shakes her head, and the strand of hair covering her right cheek slings out of place. I gasp; a large scar streaks down her entire cheek.

"How'd you get that?" I ask without thinking. Mom slaps me hard on the back of my head, but the girl looks as if that question was the key to unlocking her whole world.

"Wait, I do remember some things. My name is Lily, Lily Van Rook; Leonidas Van Rook was my father; he's dead; Master's dead as well. That's all." I nod as I look deeply into Lily's eyes; I haven't even heard a word she said because I cannot stop staring into this gift's sapphire and amber eyes. Teardrops then begin to gently fall from her impeccable face. "I want to see Father one last time. Am I too late?" Dad walks in at that moment and answers her question with a subtle nod of his head. She climbs out of the infirmary bed she's in and races from the room with her hands over her eyes.

"Should we run some tests to check if her theory is true?" Dad asks automatically. Mom slaps his shoulder very hard before she follows Lily to try to console her.

(Lily's POV) I stand in the bathroom, not doing anything besides gazing into the reflective glass of the mirror. I watch my eyes as I blink. My once vibrant blue eye is shallow and dull; my lively green eye is a thing of the past, as years of abuse deadened the color.

I run my fingers over my face, arms, and legs. I feet over seemingly permanent bruises, deep and shallow cuts and scrapes, and scars to match.

Then I take a closer look at my face. My cheeks are sunken in, and my face as a whole is lifeless.

Is that really me? I used to be young, vibrant, and pretty. Then, at the age of seven, it all ended. I became this monster. The worse part is, I'll look like this for the rest of my life.

I'm sitting on the wing of the landed airship when the blonde woman I recognize as Drew Saturday, the 4th person on Master's list, sits down next to me. "Did Father really do what I saw him do? Did he really mean for this to happen, for me to end up being somebody different than before, for my life to be shifted in an instant? I just want...just want to know who I am and who I'm meant to be." Drew pats my shoulder, and I flinch. A throbbing sensation has now worked its way from my shoulder to my entire right arm. Sometimes I wonder what all Master did when he experimented with me. Drew offers to let me stay for as long as needed to get over my losses and see if I am really who I was told I am. Zak happens to be walking by at this point, and over hears my conversation with Drew. He interrupts us with a face redder than Mister Munya was when he transformed.

"What makes you think it is okay just to storm into my life, my family, and in a way my home?! And why did you guys lie to me for 13 years, Mom?!" With that, he stomps back inside the airship as loud as possible. I stand up rapidly and say,

"Ma'am, I need a moment. Thank you for your hospitality. It is greatly appreciated." After those words leave my mouth with a curtsey, I run as far away from that place as I can; I spend the night in a tree, where I feel most at home. The next morning, an icy stare awakens me.

"Hello, Lily," the person says with a wicked tone.

"M-Mr. Scheef?" A sinister smirk spreads across the man's face. "HHHHHEEEEELLLLLPPPPP MMMEEE!"

So that's the end of my debut chapter. I know it's short, but it's my debut; what can you expect from a first-timer? Please review for me and make my life a little easier. It only takes a minute or so, and your thoughts could determine what happens next. Also advice is gladly accepted, so please feel free to give any. Thank you!