A/N: Hello! This my first official story. I really couldn't decide which fan fiction I wanted to do, but then I thought, "What would happen if I just slammed a whole bunch of people from different stories together, making it a major crossover? What kind of mess would that make?" I was intrigued, so I started out with this.

This first chapter only introduces the original characters. These will be the main characters, whereas the borrowed characters will be supporting cast. Chapter 2 and on will introduce the other characters that I will be using, therefore I'll put the copyright on the appropriate chapters.

A lot of information will be within the first 4 or so chapters. I'm sorry if they are a bit boring. However, I believe you always need to the boring chapters to make the fun chapters even more exciting.

Italicized text means they are signing.

Please tell me what you think.

Chapter One

"Yo, Eris! Come look at this!" My best friend shouted across the store as if it was a playground. I winced in embarrassment as a middle-aged women glared at us. I walked quickly over to Sanjay who was excitedly pointing at a video game that had just came out. "Can we please get this? The reviews are amazing, and I've been waiting for this sequel!" He stares at me with pleading green eyes. "It's an RPG co-op, too! You can do magic, fight ugly ogres and demons, all the while trying to save your clan!" He continues trying to persuade me, knowing that my silence means a no.

"Sanjay, we don't have enough money this month." I sign, hoping that he wouldn't realize what day it is.

"But the paycheck is going to be here in a few hours." He puts on a pouting face. "Plleeeeaaase. I never ask for much." I eye him knowingly; cursing myself for thinking that he wouldn't remember it was payday. "Okay, that's a lie, but I always make up for it!"

I think about it for a minute. "Okay fine, but I get to buy a few books. I read all mine."

"Deal!" Sanjay does a ridiculous victory dance. He acts so much like a kid even though he is twenty-three. He was quite handsome. He had blonde hair that was long enough that it covered the tip of his eyes, a lean, but muscular body, and facial features that would stop anyone, male or female. He knows it, too, and uses it to his advantage quite often. Too bad, it doesn't work on me. I smile as I remember all the times he tried and failed. I left him to his dancing and went to the book section.

I shifted through novels, trying to find the perfect one, or at least one I hadn't read already. Our house already had two rooms full of books, almost three, because of my reading habit. That's okay though, what else would we use the rooms for? The house is so needlessly big. I let out a small breath as I reached for a book on the top shelf. Of course, I'm too short and the shelves look too weak to stand on. I walk around looking for a stool. There is none. I silently curse the store manager for not thinking about the height challenged people. I go back to where the book I want is and look to see if anyone is nearby. No one, great. I close my eyes, imagine a small stepping stool in my mind, and watch it shimmer until it was in solid form in front of me. I smile as I grab the book, thinking that I might leave the stool here.

"Hey, look at that girl! The one on the stool." My ears perked up at that sentence. Shit! Did they see me? I had made sure there was no one around. They couldn't have seen me. "Isn't she cute? I want to go talk to her, but I saw her with another guy. They didn't look close, but she used her hands to talk with him. I think she's deaf." I inwardly scoff at that. Wrong. I'm mute, not deaf. I made no move to look towards the sound. Let them think whatever.

"Yeah, I saw it, too. You should try to talk with her anyways. Find that guy, maybe he's her interpreter," another guy chimed in. "Look, there he is." The voices trail off. I decided not to think about it too much. This happens more often than not. I move a few aisles down hoping they would give up. I'm not interested in relationships. There is no point to them, especially if the other person doesn't want to learn sign language for me. However, the main reason would be for my ability. They would think I'm just a freak.

I can make anything I imagine appear right before my eyes, just like the stool. However, I say 'imagine', it's more like borrowing. What I make appear comes from somewhere else, and when I say 'somewhere else', I mean different worlds. I can also change things about me, if I want to. If I wanted to be invisible or walk through walls, I would just imagine it and it would happen. When I use this ability, I borrow the powers of the characters I read. However, I can't imagine a change in anyone other than myself and I cannot imagine myself to not be mute. My dumbness was the price for my ability.

Before I was born, my parents prayed that their child would be special. They knew of children born with special abilities and wished that onto me. Going through numerous lore from varying countries, they finally came upon the story about a God who would grant them such wishes. They jumped into trying to find this so-called God of Wishes and succeeded, but they didn't read the full story. The God was actually a demon, and being a typical one at that, didn't think it necessary to let them know that the wish came at a price. When the time came for me to be born, he appeared at my mother's bedside and fulfilled the wish, as promised. However, he said that the favor must be payed plus interest, thus ate my mother soul and took my voice.

My father was devastated. So much so that by the time I was four, leaving me in the care of his best friend, he took his life. His note said that he felt guilty for causing his wife's death and he could no longer look at his 'sin', meaning me. His best friend had a son, Sanjay. They both knew of my ability (How could I hide it?) and after sixteen years, they grew use to it.

A sharp laugh pierced through my thoughts. It was Sanjay's. He is probably telling those boys that I wouldn't be interested and that they shouldn't waste their time. Sanjay knew that if I hadn't gotten a boyfriend by now, then I never will. I smiled my thanks and continued my search for books. With four books already in my hand, I should probably have stopped, but I knew I'd go through those in a few days or weeks. I started down another aisle, but a hand caught my elbow, pulling my arm back and making me drop all my books. I shot a glare at the owner of the hand. The young boy took a step back and held up his hands, as if to say, "Hey, I didn't mean to." We bent to pick up the books.

He handed me his stack, and said, "Hey." I waved back, then turned to leave. "Wait! Hey!" I turned back around. "Oh, you can hear me? Man, he wasn't lying! You can hear, but not talk?" I nodded. I tilted my head and raised one eyebrow, as if to say, "Can I help you?" or "What do you need?" Communication is so hard if the other person doesn't know sign language, I thought. He stared at me for a minute. Maybe he was trying to think of something to say? I stared back with hazel eyes.

"Ah, um, I just wanted to talk." He swallowed. "I asked your friend if he would interpret, because I saw you sign to him. But he said that he wouldn't help and that I'd probably just waste my time." Ah, so it was this boy who said those things. I looked over him. He was of average built, skinny, but not muscular. He was about 6 inches taller than me and I had to lean my head back to even look at his face, which was pretty much normal for me. He had brown hair the poked out of beanie and dark blue eyes. His face seemed kind and gentle, but you can never tell these days. A tint of pink was visible on his cheeks as he rubbed the back of his neck. He looked off to the side as he said, "I've seen you here a couple of times, but never got the courage to say hello."

"Eris! There you are!" Sanjay came bursting through the other side of the aisle, smile on his face. "Ready to go?" He looked past me. "Oh. I see you didn't take my advice." He said to the young man.

"Ah, no. I guess not." He chuckled a bit nervously. Comparing the two, Sanjay obviously was 4 inches taller than this boy.

I touched Sanjay's sleeve and signed when he looked at me. "What is his name? He said that you wouldn't help him talk to me. Thanks, but the least we can do is be nice."

"Do you really think that is the best option? What if he is a creep? He looks cute, but looks are deceiving. You should know that from our jobs." Sanjay replied curtly, his face scrunched in annoyance.

I shrugged and stared at him hard. "I'm not going to marry the boy, plus he looks way too young. He probably thinks I'm sixteen or something. I just want to be introduced because it is the polite thing to do."

Sanjay sighed. "What is your name, boy?"

"A-Alan. Alan Sorbell." He stuttered out. Sanjay snorted at the last name. I'll admit it was pretty funny. Alan looked a little shocked by our hand movement, as if he had tried to keep up, though he didn't know what we were saying. "Are you two dating? Is that why you said I should give up?"

We stared at him for a second. Sanjay burst out laughing again and I had a goofy grin on my face as a shook my head, my long brown hair swaying about. I had tied it in a low ponytail, but it was falling out. I handed my books to Sanjay, to re-do it. "No, Eris and I are practically siblings. We've lived in the same house since we were toddlers."

"Oh." Was all Alan could say, he cheeks turning even more pink. He stared for a bit before he continued. "Look, do…do you mind if we get coffee or something? I know it might be hard conversation wise, but I can bring a notebook or something until I learn sign language."

"How old are you?" Sanjay asks, almost menacingly, the look in his eye making Alan take a step back.

He swallowed a few times before he spoke, "Twenty-one. Why does that matter? Oh God, is she underage?" A look of horror crossed his boy-ish face.

Sanjay chuckled, returning to his normal self. "No, I just wanted to kno-"

Before he could finish his sentence, a loud crash came from the front of the store. We threw our heads towards the cashier's scream that followed. Words covered that scream. "Where is that bitch?! I know he and that whore are here! I saw their car!"

I took no time to react. I ran as fast I could towards the front, not thinking about what I would do. When I got into view, a man was holding a gun and picture up to cashier, his face contorted in anger. Without stopping, I ran up to him, grabbed him by his medium length hair, and swung him around. The man screamed in pain, and I smiled as I punched him in the nose. No one should point guns towards innocent people. It's just wrong.

The man fell to his knees and held his nose with one hand, blood seeping through his fingers. The other hand pointed the gun at me. "You! Son of a bitch! You Demon!" His eyes were hatred filled as he continued his profanity. "Whore! You're dead." He started to squeeze the trigger.

Shit, he's about to shoot. I grabbed the end of the barrel and pulled up so that when he completed the action, he shot the ceiling, and kneed him in the face. His fingers loosened his grip on the gun and I quickly took it from him.

"Ahhh! Motherfucker!" The man now was on his side holding his entire face. "I can't see!"

"Eris! What the hell were you thinking? Don't go rushing into battle without me!" I turned at Sanjay's words and grinned.

"You're too slow. Here. Secure the gun and get the photo. Who was he after?"

Setting my books on the counter, Sanjay shook his head and bent for the dropped photo while I stood next to the intruder just case he thought to do something. Sanjay's face fell as he looked at the photo. "Looks like us. Shit, not another one." He looked at the cashier. "Call the cops, but don't tell them about the photo. Just say he wanted to rob you." The petrified employee just nodded and ran off.

"Um…" We both looked up at Alan, who stood motionless staring at me. He looked scared. I kind of felt guilty, but didn't know why.

"Sorry, dude. Looks like we can't do coffee. We have business to take care of. You should probably leave and go hide or something." Sanjay's voice had changed from gleeful and joking to heartless and scary. His face took on the same one he gave Alan when asking how old he was. "Eris. Hold him up. We need to ask him some questions."

I nodded and took the man by his hair and pulled him up. He screamed again.

"Good you can talk." Said Sanjay. "Why are you here?" The man spit at Sanjay. Half of it was blood. "Woah! Gross, dude. Learn some manners. Christ's sake!" Sanjay said as he dodged the liquid. "All we want to know is why you are after us, then we will leave you alone. No hard feelings. Promise." Sanjay grinned, but it had a hint of vengeance in it. He nodded to me. I pulled harder on his hair, earning myself another scream.

"Y-you have b-bounty on your head! A m-m-million and a half for each head!" He choked through tears. "I need that money to get out of debt!" In the background, you could hear Alan hiss at the numbers. I wonder what he is thinking.

"Jeez, how much debt are you in? No matter. Who set the bounty? Lots of people have that kind of money in this town. Now, who did we pissed off this time?"

"I- I don't know. The flyer just says to bring y-you to a w-warehouse, dead or a-a-alive, per-preferably alive."

I waved at Sanjay to get his attention. "They were probably going to kill him anyways."

"I agree, Eris." Shaking his head sadly. "It's amazing what people will do nowadays."

Alan spoke up. "What did she say?"

Sanjay turned his head toward Alan. "It doesn't really concern you. Honestly, you should have bolted out of here a long time ago. If you get caught up into this, you will most likely end up dead, or worse." Alan continued to stare at him, waiting patiently for his answer. Sanjay glared at him. "She said that the people who posted the bounty were probably going to kill him after he turned us in."

The man I was holding up gasped in surprise. "Do you really think so?" I nodded, and the man began to sob. I started to hear distant sirens, and motioned for Sanjay to hurry this up.

"Fine, fine." He responded. "Just one more thing. What's your name?"

"Edward Durchen." He said, as the cashier returned.

"Ah. You're back." Sanjay said. "Now, that I think about it. Where is everyone else? Weren't there more people in here?"

"Probably hiding. Alan had a friend with him when I overheard them talking about me. Stay here and I'll go find them." I gently set Edward down and patted his head, feeling sorry for him.

"Where is she going?" asked Alan.

"Man, you're starting to get annoying. She's gonna go find the other customers." Sanjay breathed out, pausing to think. "She'll be fine. Didn't you see her take out Edward here? Oh, Eris! Wait! Can you fashion some cuffs or something?"

I swung around and glared at Sanjay for making such a stupid mistake. I curtly shook my head as I glanced at Alan. "Oh, right. Gottcha. It doesn't matter. Alan is coming with us since he hasn't run for his life yet. He'll see it eventually. That's why you didn't use it before, right?" I nodded, suspiciously. Huh? Alan is coming with us? It's not like Sanjay to do something like this.

"Wait, what? Why am I going with you?" Alan blurted out.

"I fear that you will be kidnapped, tortured, and killed because you were too stupid to run when I told you to. Eris just make some cuffs."

I glared, still unsure, but obeyed. I put an image of cuff in my head and felt them shimmer in my hand until I felt cold hard metal on my fingers. I handed them to Sanjay and ran off; purposely not looking at Alan when I heard him gasp.

"What the hell?" Alan and Edward said at the same time.

"She's awesome, isn't she," was all Sanjay said. I imagine he had that stupid grin on his face. I collected the people hiding, motioning them that it is all right and safe to go up to the front. When I brought the last one up, the police had arrived and were taking statements. Paramedics were tending to the face that I smashed in, while other people were taking photos and whatnots. Someone finally noticed that I had shown up and came over to me.

"Young Miss. Are you all right? Were you hiding too?" The young officer had concern on his face. I shook my head. His expression said he was confused, so I pointed to Edward and then pointed to me. "Huh? You're with him? But he is the culprit, isn't he? There were two of you?" I shook my head again, annoyed not for the first time, at my lack of voice. Luckily, Sanjay overheard the officer.

"Wait, no." He said as he rushed over, ignoring the officer who was talking to him. "That isn't what she meant. She is the one who bashed that guy's face in. She just went to go find all the hiding people to see if they were okay."

My officer's, his badge said Martez, jaw dropped. "You mean you…" He trailed off look back and forth between Edward and me. I nodded. I held up the hand I punched Edward with, to show the scrape I had gotten from it and showed the blood on my jeans from when I kneed him. Martez just stared at me for a second, shook his head, as if to clear it, and asked, "Why didn't you say that before?" I pointed to my throat, and waved my finger back and forth.

"She is a mute." Sanjay explained further.

Martez's mouth formed an 'o'. "Well, we need to get a statement…"

"No worries, she is my friend. I'll interpret."