I remember it perfectly. I was walking out in town and I was staring at my feet, lost in my own thoughts. My life was a black hole. I was afraid that if I did not escape soon enough then I would surely become nothing. Nothing as in nothing not even death. At least death meant something…peace and eternal sleep. It was not a bad idea given that I lived with a bunch of maniacs. I thought about it everyday and sometimes I wished that I would never wake up. And it was because they never listened. They always judged and twisted things to turn what I said against me. I shuddered to think about what happened that March…When I was tracked by a psychopathic vampire. I know it sounds like something from a horror movie, but it was the only way to get away from the isolation. I had a streak for danger now that I was practically a slave to my family. The danger was the only thing that kept me sane. I was always confined to my home. I never went to sleepovers or to visit a friend...anything. My house was like a dungeon. The sun shone on the house and the plants swayed in the wind gracefully in the day, but what went on inside was nothing like the swaying trees or delicate rosebushes that surrounded the house. The outside was masking the darkness. My parents were never aware of the danger I had put them in for their mistakes. I remembered the nightmares I had, the ones where the clan of vampires started talking to me in secret ancient languages. It gave me hope, even though it was extremely dangerous. Maybe if I put myself in danger, I could escape. I would have an excuse, my life! The dreams would increase dramatically, dreams of women in black hooded dresses walking towards me. The women had snow white skin and only their mouths were visible. The hoods covered everything else. It was snowing, too. They seemed to float when they walked. They were like soldiers; their gaits were all identical to each other's. But one thing always went to another; I was always leaping from one danger to the next. It was my way of rebelling, too. My parents did not control me as well as they thought and they had no idea that they were endangered too. I tried to run away several times. I almost did one afternoon… It was painful to remember the time that my mother locked my brother out of the house. I felt peace for once in what seemed like an eternity. She started screaming as always and my bother was out. Panic started. I remembered the gang that was outside. Immediately I ran out. She followed and demanded that I come back inside.

"Why? Do you even consider the fact that there are destructive people out there and that he is alone because of you?" I yelled.

"I don't care…" She snarled.

That did it. I was already sobbing but I sobbed harder and ran. She stood at the doorway in a menacing position and she slammed the door as she went back in. I never wanted to go back. She said that one day I would be the death of her and that she could not live much longer because of me. I secretly hoped it was true. All I wanted was to be free… And every time I went outside a voice in my head would tell me to run and never ever come back. That urge grew stronger every single day and that was when the visions started.

As I stared at the concrete that was moving quickly in front of me from the frantic steps I was taking...away from them. And then I saw a vivid image in my head. At first I saw myself in a crowded place with lights everywhere. The people were frantic. They were scrambling everywhere and I was standing in the middle, completely still. Then it looked as though the life was sucked out of me and I was floating. My head was limp and my arms dropped lifeless and unmoving, like straws. The people stared at me with horrified expressions. For a second everyone held their breath and their hearts seemed to stop beating with shock and anticipation. Then a light shone upon me. The light seemed to be lifting me towards the sky…And then it all disappeared.

I started to have another vision. I was walking in a beach, holding hands with someone. I could only see the back of their head, but he was wearing a black hoodie. I was astonished. I wondered who the person might be. He was tall and muscular and his legs were sheathed by blue jeans. I saw myself smiling and I looked happy for once. This made me even more curious. And it did not look like it would be anywhere near where I lived. I lived in the dry and thirsty land of the southwest. But it was green and we were looking at an endless body of blue. The sun was out and it was so beautiful…Feathered clouds were dancing gracefully upon the sky. I could see mountains in the distance. As I was looking at the heavenly sight the ground started to shake violently and I was knocked off my feet. The figure bent down to see if I was all right. The blue sky turned red and I let out a blood-curdling scream. My eyes were rolled back into my head and I was shaking. I seemed to feel something no one else did and it was killing me. A man then came and picked me up in his arms. The hooded figure followed. The next thing I knew, I was in a small room. The room was perfectly square except for the opening that led to the balcony. The beach could be seen through the glass doors. I was unconscious in a bed. The figure still wore the hood. I thought this was odd.

"She must learn to control her nature or it will consume her liked fire." He told the figure.

The man was ancient. He had gray and very thin hair. His eyes were black. He was wearing a monk's robe, a Tibetan monk robe to be exact. His posture was perfect. His eyes glistened like marbles. Lines creased his face along his mouth. He had a powerful demeanor; I could tell that he was wise.

My eyes fluttered open. The man stared at me and walked away. He made no sound when he walked. The figure was perfectly still for a second. He tried to take in what had happened I knew that he was shocked...and scared. Then he spread his arms wide and held me like I have never been held before. His face was buried in my shoulder. I patted the cloaked head. My body was still in a daze. I could barely keep my eyes open and my head was perfectly still, but the figure was the opposite. He was full of love…

That was it. I snapped back to reality. I could not tell anyone. It would be dangerous if it landed in the hands of my mother. I would be sent away for sure. My mother had threatened to do so already it was another very painful memory. A choice was made in that very second. It would be my last year at that house, something called me from far away. That something would come very soon. I knew it…

I had many secrets that I kept from people, like my powers. I discovered them two years ago and they are potentially dangerous. I had visions before but not this frequently. I had them every day, now, and I was scared. I saw terrible things. I kept seeing a battle in my visions. Nightmares terrorized me at night with hooded figures and splattered blood. I had a friend that was like me and they captured her, so my life is all a secret. I do not like to recall what happened. She might be dead, now. My head was spinning. I felt sick. My head felt like it was hit repeatedly with a hammer and I began to sweat. I always got sick when I thought about it too much. I surrendered by falling on my bed. Everything went dark afterwards.

I was awakened by a very strange feeling. I felt like I was being watched. My family was fast asleep. Sleepiness was a veil over my eyes. Everything was blurry. Panic rushed over me and I pulled off my blankets. I forced my stiff legs to pick my body up. Hopefully I could escape without making so much noise. If my parents found out I might as well be dead. When I finally stood up I walked across the room and opened the blinds. I saw a black figure in the balcony. It was crouching; it did not want to be seen. I gasped out loud. The figure had cat-like reflexes. I ran out through the door as fast as I could. The figure was attacked by another black figure. I was surprised…It was so much smaller than the first. They wrestled violently outside. I was too terrified to move...or scream. All of a sudden the smaller figure pounced on the large figure. The larger figure struggled for a few seconds, and then his body went limp. The small figure jumped to his feet and slowly walked towards the sliding door. He motioned for me to open it. I barely breathed. Something took over me and I decided to open it for him. I was angry at myself for opening the door but his power took over my entire being. What if he would murder me? It was too late, now. Standing there, I wondered when he would come in. I was wrong… He reached out a gloved hand as fast as lightening and pulled me out in the balcony. I tried to scream but his leather-covered palm was smashed against my lips.

"Don't scream…" He whispered in a harsh voice. The way he said it made me tremble and I felt slightly sick in my stomach. He removed his hand and I was gasping for air. I was almost crying by then. Confusion and fear forced my heart to beat faster and I started to sweat. I wondered how long I was going to live…

"I need to talk to you." The figure said promptly. He seemed reluctant and frightened. It made me even more uncomfortable. I knew that he had something terrible to say. The first tear strolled down my cheek. I was nearing hysteria.

"What are you talking about?" I yelled at first but then I controlled myself. The figure jumped when I screamed "What."

He grabbed my wrist and threw me on his back. I was larger than him, but he kicked his legs out the railing and set off running as though I was an infant. When we reached the grass field he set me on my feet but I trembled and collapsed on the grass from shock and fear. He sighed and sat down next to my motionless body. I could only see his eyes. They were beautiful…Ice blue. His eyes were like nothing I had ever seen, they were so bright. It was inhuman! I had no idea whether to be terrified or fascinated by his captivating eyes. I could also see that he was very muscular. His suit was tight-fitting. After gaping at him for what seemed like minutes, he finally spoke again.

"The visions you have been having…It is something that is very dangerous to experience for our kind." He had a smooth deep voice.

"How do you know?" I gasped.

"It is not time for questions so listen!" He yelled the last word. I stopped breathing at that moment. My blood went cold and I was paralyzed…His eyes got brighter and the pupil was oddly shaped, now.

"What are you?" I could not help myself…My thoughts left me at that moment and I was ruled by instinct.

His eyes were pained when I asked him. He looked away for a second to compose himself then he looked at me with fierce and honest eyes.

"I am not human. That is what I am…" He said in a hoarse and deeply serious voice. His voice broke in the middle of his statement. I winced when he said that. The words were so powerful and I knew what he meant. He knew what it meant like to be an outsider. He knew how it felt to be lost on the inside with no one to hold your hand and accept you.

"Listen, you are in more danger than you think you are. Your friends need you more than anything, Danny, Samantha, everyone. We need you, we all do. So far you are the only one who has seen glimpses of the battle. Our leader predicted that you would be at your highest peak in power right now. She sent me here to get you. I know you're confused but it will all make sense soon…hopefully. Just trust me. You need to get out of here!

He yelled the last sentence. I was bewildered. Powers? Visions? A battle? And a leader too? What was it leading? And how did he know about Sam and Danny? They were probably dead by now and it was my entire fault! MY fault because I was a stupid powerless human trapped at home! And Samantha was being hunted because of ME because she let me get too close…My thoughts were interrupted when I heard the figure gasp.

"Run…" I was paralyzed.

He grasped my arm and picked me off the ground.

"Do I have to carry you?" He snapped.

The houses in front of me became a blur as he picked me up once more and began to run. The only thing I heard was the pounding of his feet against the grass and concrete. We reached the parking lot. I was terrified when I figured out what he planned. He placed his palm on the hood of a red Porsche.

"Have you lost your mind? That belongs to the rich neighbors we have. They would call the FBI if their precious car was stolen!" I whispered harshly.

He merely shrugged at my reaction. His eyes curved and I could tell that he was smiling behind the black veil on his face.

"Oh well…" He said with a careless wave of his hand.

Turning slowly, he walked towards the door of the Porsche. My body tensed up and I held my breath. He slid his finger under the handle and pulled on it. I braced myself for the chaos…At first everything was silent and I sighed in relief. I thought that we could get away safely and without the involvement of the FBI, but again I was wrong. The door was not open, yet. I had to wonder if it was already locked or if he was using some type of ninja magic. That is if he was a ninja…He yanked the handle again and the next second there were lights of every color and brightness flashing in every direction and deafening alarms filling the silence of midnight…

"You IDIOT!" I screamed in spite of myself.

"We're in trouble, now!" He shouted.

"Wow! If it was not for your keen sense of observation I would have never noticed!" I said, my voice dripping with sarcasm.

The door was open, now...finally! I leaped inside the Porsche and slammed the door. It would not have made a difference, anyway. He practically flew in the car. The next thing I noticed was that in less than a second I was about ten feet away from the starting point. I never imagined anything could be so fast. My head wobbled violently as he drove across the sidewalk. The car nearly flipped on the side! He sped away so fast that my torso was plastered to the seat.

"What happened? Who was chasing us?" I interrogated him. I felt like I was in a horrible nightmare. Perhaps it was my imagination but I heard police sirens in the distance…

"I can't tell you very much right now. He has been tracking your progress for months." He told me in a quiet voice.

"Progress? What are you talking about?" I asked him. My voice cracked at the end of the statement.

"I can't answer everything until I have permission." He declared.

I took a deep sigh and shut my eyes. Despite the speed that I was traveling at and the fact that I was kidnapped, I tried to imagine myself at the beach. I remembered the beautiful hooded figure that made me feel so safe… His warmth enveloped me in my vision. I could not see his face but he was still beautiful. His soul was beautiful. For a moment my mind, heart, and soul was with him. It was a beautiful peaceful moment. As the Porsche accelerated I wondered if the figure even existed or if he was a figment of my imagination somehow. It was desperate, but I wished with my entire being that he existed. He was my driving force, now.

I was rudely awakened from my moment of paradise by the car taking a sharp turn. Gasping, my eyes flew open and I had seen that the figure next to me had his veil off. He was starkly pale. He had strawberry blonde hair that went a bit past his ears. He looked about my age. His lips were bubblegum pink and full. Panic coursed through his face.

"Why is this happening to me? This is all my fault and I deserve to die! Why are you trying to save me? If it were not for me, Samantha would have been safe by now. Danny would have still been in her home and not some lab! I do not deserve you…I deserve nothing except a painful death…" I closed my eyes in agony.

"Stop talking like that! You are extremely important for everything to work. If it doesn't work, then…We will all perish..." He was choked up by the end.

"Since when am I able to save anybody? My friends are suffering because of my recklessness and weakness!" I yelled at him, fury rising up in me.

All of a sudden something backed into the rear of the car and I almost flew out the windshield. I felt so dizzy. For about a minute I could not move or open my eyes. My head felt dislocated from my body and I had no control over it, anymore. I found the strength to open my eyes. The boy had a scratch on his forehead that was bleeding. He also looked like he was holding back tears.

"What is wrong?" I asked him weakly.

"They are trying to kill you!" He said in a fierce strong voice.

"Why does this always happen to me?" My voice was breaking the whole time I said the sentence.

"I thought you wanted to die…" He asked me in an empty voice.

"Not like this." I said as a tear rolled down my face.

I looked in the mirror and saw a black truck. It was humongous and if it got too close then we would get crushed by it. I have never seen a vehicle so large…The boy drove faster. The speed made me feel sick. I felt broken. Suddenly we were hit again. The boy hit his head hard on the dashboard. I noticed that he was not wearing a seatbelt. The car stopped for a moment as he tried to compose himself. The truck got nearer. I screamed…The scream seemed to alert him and he jolted awake.

"You aren't you wearing a seatbelt?" I asked him, concerned.

"I didn't have time..." He said weakly. His eyes were nearly closed.

I reached down and clicked it for him.

"Thanks..." He murmured.

I felt embarrassed and ashamed of myself. I should have been more grateful towards him. I looked down at my folded hands in my lap. I wished that the hooded figure would be holding onto them soon…Every time I thought of him my heart fluttered furiously. I hoped that I would have a chance to remove that hood…and kiss him upon the lips.

"WE lost them!" The boy yelled.

I screamed and jumped ten feet in the air. My heart beating like a drum.

"How?" I asked, surprised.

The boy laughed maniacally.

"It ran into a pole! The car was too big to move fast enough!" He said ecstatically.

"Good!" I said a bit unenthusiastically. I was so tired. I slumped on the seat.

The boy seemed to notice.

"I'm going to pull up into a hotel." He looked at me, concerned.

I mumbled and fell asleep.

I was awakened by the boy shaking me. We were in front of a Holiday Inn. A yawn escaped my lips as I tried my best to get out of the stolen Porsche without collapsing from exhaustion. He wrapped his arm around my shoulder, giving me support. I stumbled several times.

"We're almost there..." He said reassuringly.

"You are aware that you are dressed like a ninja and that we have a stolen car…" I tried to remind him.

He gave me a strange look. He must have had changed in the car. Red converses were on his feet and he was wearing baggy blue jeans with an orange T-shirt.

"Oh..." I said.

It was very luxurious inside. I saw surprised at how the night turned out. If thing were worse I would have been dead but instead I was in a beautiful hotel. This twist of fate made me wonder. It seemed too good to be true, and it usually always was. There were lights streamed all over the lobby. The floor was a beautiful white marble. The desk was green and gold. I ran over to a couch and fell asleep while the boy got us the keys. The couch was beautiful. It was a grayish white and it had delicate flower patterns on it. The next thing I remember was lying on a large bed. The boy was standing in front of me; He smiled when I opened my eyes.

"Are you going to sleep?" I asked him, concerned.

"No...I have to watch over you. You are most vulnerable when asleep." He said in a formal voice.

I tried not to shudder as I remembered the nightmares. He was right…

"What is your name?" I finally asked him.

"Thorbiorn Shaitan." He told me with a smile.

I had never heard a couple of words that sounded more exotic or mysterious than that. His pale eyes drew me in further. I could not look away, now. He looked at me with a smirk. He knew more than I did and he enjoyed taunting me. I tried not to show my discomfort. It was not a pleasant thing to know that he knew all the secrets I had been looking for my whole life.

"What?" I asked him in a confused tone.

His eyes widened with glee.

"Call me Thor." He laughed at my reaction when he answered.

"Goodnight, Thor." I said in a weak voice. I cast him a look before I lay my head on the pillow. He was still smiling at me strangely. I had no choice but to trust him. He was my guardian. I closed my eyes and I felt his protective stare. I tried to ignore it. I fell asleep once again.

I regretted falling asleep…

I was in a wide beautiful plain of grass. It was all empty and I was the only one standing there. The setting was very peaceful. It was something out of paradise. I decided to walk across the grassy field. It reminded me of the field outside of my home. Except that this field was filled with beautiful things and not broken memories. I did not want to leave. I felt like this whenever I remembered the beautiful and mysterious hooded figure. Freedom rushed in me, it was something that I could never experience at home. Savoring the moment, I started to run. Running like I had never ran in my life. I could have never run in my home, their chains were too tight on me. I ran faster and faster until I felt my feet leave the ground and I was flying. I closed my eyes in pure bliss. The wind was caressing my face. I felt something grab my hand. I opened my eyes and saw that the hooded figure was holding onto my hand. He had a hand on his rib. He did not look up at me. His face was still a mystery. He removed his hand and it was covered in blood. Concerned, I concentrated on his wound. I needed to make his pain go away...And I would. Somehow I knew that I could. A bright white light passed through my arm, it went through his hand and to the wound. For a moment he was illuminated completely. The light faded and he took his hand away from his body. There was no more blood. I grabbed his hand tighter, reassuring him. He grasped back. I lifted him onto my back and I kept flying. The air brushed my hair in front of my face and back again. I felt the figure playing with it gently. His body was hot on my back. It kept my body warm against the cold winds. I flew for what seemed like minutes. For an odd reason he suddenly wrapped his arms around my neck, ducking.