"Did you do that?" His voice was filled with anger as he spoke.

"Did I?" I widened my eyes in shock. Several other kids had crowded around; one was a tall girl with white streaks in her black hair, the other, a boy with gelled brown hair and dancing blue eyes.

"I think she did," the blue eyed boy said, "I think she did it Bobby."

"Yeah Bobby," what kind of name was that? "I think I did it."

"What's going on here?" Logan busted through our little circle.

"She just set my hair on fire," the muscular kid said, glaring at me.

"And I just put it out," Bobby never took his eyes off me, he seemed afraid I would burn him too.

"Why don't you kids go find something to do?" He said as I began to walk away, I wasn't about to stay and listen to his bull. "Hey you, yeah, I'm talking to you." I turned around slowly. "If you wanna live here you try being civilized, stop burning people. I know that's going to be hard for you, especially since you burned down that orphanage and all, but try okay?" I stared at him mutely; rage boiling in my throat, threatening to erupt. Did everyone know about the orphanage? I nodded slowly in response to him, and continued down the hall. They just didn't understand, I had to burn that place down; I had to erase it from the planet forever. They just didn't know...they'd never understand. I went to my car and grabbed my few belongings, which mostly consisted of cds and a stereo. Sighing to myself, I went back inside. I struggled down the hallway with my things; I wasn't about to ask anyone for assistance, especially after that whole burning terminator incident.

"Hey," Storm was right behind me, "let me help you." She took my wal-mart bag of clothes from me, and began leading me down the hall.

"Thanks." I could only follow her.

"I heard about what happened earlier, with you and Anthony."

"Terminator?"

"His name is Anthony." She turned towards me, her brown eyes searching me red ones, "Why did you do it Markie?"

"He ran into me, he knocked me on my ass and kept going."

"That's no reason to set him on fire."

"It was reason enough for me." She sighed, stopping in front of a door.

"This is your room, you're right next door to Kurt and across from me."

"Who's that?"

"Kurt's new here too, he teaches German."

"That's nice," don't really care.

"He'll be your German instructor." At this I had to laugh, and she raised her eyebrows.

"Who said I was going to school?"

"The professor, and the fact that you're only 16."

"Well you can tell the professor no thanks."

"You're going to school Markie, it's the law."

"Fuck no, I ain't going to school."

"We'll see," she unlocked the room, and set my bag on the bed. "If you need anything just knock on my door."

"Thanks..." I trailed off, studying the room. It was the largest room I'd ever called my own. It consisted of a bed, a chest of drawers, a closet, and a desk underneath a window. "Wow..." It was all mine. I felt my eyes water, and fought the tears of joy that threatened at the surface. I set up my cd player, and began to unpack. Vindicated by Dashboard Confessional blasted out over the speakers, drowning all noise. In spite of myself I couldn't help but sing along. "Vindicated, I am selfish, I am wrong, I am right, I swear I'm right, I swear I knew it all along and I am floored! I am cleaning up so well I am seeing things in me, that you swore you saw yourself." A knock resounded on the door, and I went to answer, "Hope, dangles on a string, like slow spinning"- I opened the door, and redemption died on my lips. A pair of yellow eyes met me, and I lost myself in them for a moment. "Wow..." I trailed off.

"Hello," his voice was soft, and thickly accented...a German accent.

"Um, hi," I blinked quickly, regaining my shaken cool. I never lost my cool easily, but this was a new experience all together. I had never seen anyone like this guy in my life. His skin was a deep blue color; almost black, etched with swirls and symbols...he had a tail...my eyes traveled back to his face when I realized I was staring. "Yes?"

"I wanted to ask you please to turn your music down."

"Oh! Um, sure," I turned it down, "Is that better?"

"Yes, thank you," he smiled a little.

"I'm Markie, I'm new here." The second I said it, I felt like a fool, obviously I was new.

"It's nice to meet you Markie, my name is Kurt Wagner, but in the Munich circus I was known as the amazing Night crawler."