Chapter 1

It always ended like this. I always caused the chaos. I always was the issue. Always, always, always... but they were always too stupid to see it.

Of course, I had no real proof I was the reason, no one did. Yet, misery and chaos and death always traced my steps, finding me and ruining my life time and time again. Like a disease, it followed me, harming everyone I touched.

I sat on the faded sheets of my bed. The Orphanage was always quiet this time of day. The silence might be because it was 2 in the morning, or because I was given my own room. But it was more like a closet if you ask me.

The lead 'mom' of this place is Madame Halaster. She hates me, as usual to all the "pretty" ones, she calls them, in her squeaky voice I so despise.

A "pretty" one I apparently am. I never saw why people thought I was beautiful. Call me a angsty teen, but my slender gold eyes, thick lashes, and pale-tan skin, free of any blemishes, has yet to make me feel so beautiful. The red lips and "silky" long black hair has yet to help the issue of looks. Vampire, much?

I sighed and cleared my head of such thoughts. Not very smart to downgrade one-self, like my stupid shrink said. Madame made me see one, on account that all my foster family's die whenever I get too angry or upset. Strange, huh. Just, poof, and a man comes to the door claiming their death or some other huge mishap, likewise.

It's been happening since i was three. Before then, no one knows anything of my past. Not even I do.

Chaos and death, everywhere. Everywhere I go.

I leaned on the bed, and a large *creeeeeek* sounded with my act. My head hit the pillow, and I watched the moon through the open window. My bland white PJ's itched at my body, making it harder to fall sleep. But as always, when I turned my head, to look at the oh-so scary door, what felt like a slap hit my brain and I fell into the nightmare that dominated my usually restless sleep.

A gasp shook my breathless body. I felt like I had emerged from water, saved from drowning, then my eyes witnessed my landscape I had emerged into. It was New York, as usual, right before the attack.
I glanced at my watch while I stood on the busy sidewalk. 11:00 AM. Five minutes till they would come. The aliens. I shook my head and glanced around me.

If it weren't for the fact I've had this dream before, I would never had guessed of the impending doom, courtesy of the bustle and hustle of good old NY. I didn't actually know the outcome of the attack, as I forced myself awake by the time they arrived.

Well, today will be different... I will stay.

I was about to sneak another peek at my watch, before a blue beam of light shot up from the building labeled STARK. And so it begins... as expected.
I frown and run to the nearest alleyway. The variation was so different from the original routine where my body shut down and I imagined leaving the dream. A lot different.

Screams of terror, pain, and confusion echo through the city. Aliens on flying UFO's of sorts flew through the streets, and giant metal worms glide ungracefully in the skies, leaving damage in their path.

Terrible, just terrible... like me

Cowering in the alley and watching the chaos from afar seemed reasonable in my scared mind, but that would be too good to be true, right?
Right.
I cower pitifully, trying to make myself as small as possible amongst the falling rubble and crumbling buildings, when a foot soldier alien, I believe, walks by the alley, but not without noticing me.

I shake in absolute fear. The alien comes closer, and with tears streaming down my face, grabs me and screeches in its native tongue some sort of statement. I expect to die, as the words sound like only murder will follow, and a piercing scream leaves my throat, filled with the agony and pain I think will come in it's wake.

After my lungs run dry of any screams, a silence fills the alley. The alien's grip loosens, and I fall to the ground, only to watch in horror as its body jerks to a stillness. A scream filled with pain unlike any other vibrates into the air. The soldier falls to the ground beside me, and the scream continues in my head.

What have I done?

Unlike any time before, tears spring freely from my eyes, blinding me.

Your fault... your fault... your fault... The accusations ran freely through my mind, killing me mentally.

I curled into the wall, unaware of the ship that had stopped in the alleyway, a replica of the ship owned by creature I had just killed. A soft voice, filled with a beauty of its own rang through the empty walls. It was a creature in itself, capable of making mass destruction, yet the words dripped around my mind, beckoning me to them with their mischief and wonder of lost promises.

"Dead." He said to himself. I was snapped back to the nightmare reality as my head turned around from looking at the wall into vibrant green eyes near the body of the alien I killed. He quietly walked over to me, gliding, in a way. Stopping beside me, I noticed perfect black designer shoes, worn by my finder.

My chin was tenderly pulled upwards by the mysterious dark haired figure. Somehow, I knew this was a bad idea to begin with, staying, but the stranger made me feel so safe, comforted, home. Weird, how he could possible kill me, and I am comforted.

When I was gently pulled all the way upwards, the same bright green eyes bored into mine, and a smile hiding way too many secrets looked at me with a face that could kill with beauty as a weapon. "Who might you be?" The smile whispered, magnetising-ly.

I had to shake myself out of the trance before I could answer his question. Stupid me, liking this mystery man right away. Did I learn nothing about stranger danger in school?

"Helena..." I murmured, taking in the aspects of my captors face. "I could ask the same of you." I had barely looked away from his eyes before I was called back to them, and was once again enveloped by the green pools of beauty and mystery.

"You'll learn it soon enough..." He smiled mischievously, before using his hand to calmly close my eyes. A gasp shook my body. I am waking up.

No! I screamed in my head, something was pulling me out of the dream. I don't want to leave!

My cries were not answered, as a sharp light of a new morning hit my eyes as I awoke in my bed. But I was not alone. Annaleigh, my best friend, was shaking me.

"Wake up, Hel!" She cried. "There was a attack on New York! Aliens, they said! Wake up!"

It was all I could do to stare blankly at the ceiling, hoping to truly wake up from the nightmare I was about to be in.