Disclaimer: I don't own F.E.A.R.

Author's note: Lucy won't be helpless for much longer...

Having completely immersed myself in our conversation, I hadn't noticed the car pulling up to a decrepit apartment complex.

Stepping out of the car, I swept my eyes over my surroundings. I took in the crumbling buildings and people, deducing that we were in the poor district of Fairport.

I let my gaze wander upwards to the darkening sky. Cumulonimbus clouds covered the afternoon sun.

The crystallized particles of water vapor screamed to be free from their prison. To fall the countless stories to the thirsty soil.

A storm was approaching.

As if hearing my thoughts, a bolt of lightning lanced across the black clouds.

A sudden chill crept through my spine at the idea of me controlling nature herself.

I jumped when Point Man tapped my shoulder, snapping me out of my daydreaming.

I looked over at my MUCH older brother. He was watching me in a passive manner, his ever-unreadable expression remaining so. Minute flecks of gray dotted his beard and long hair, not at all unusual for a man, approximately, in his mid-forties. What was unusual was his impressively maintained physique. Being just out of his prime didn't appear to be slowing him down a bit.

Seeing Aaron already knocking on a door, I realized that I must've been looking at the sky for a quite a while.

I started towards the door, only for Point Man to bar my way with his arm.

I looked back at him, confused. He closed his eyes and shook his head. He pointed his index finger at the ground, signaling for me to stay where I was. Then, he went in behind Aaron. The door slammed shut behind them.

I felt really uncomfortable just standing there like an idiot, so I decided to walk up to the door and listen. As I leaned in, I could barely hear the muffled voices inside.

"Shit!" I muttered to myself. I couldn't make out the words.

I pressed my ear to the door harder, as if expecting a better result. If only I could hear better...

I almost went deaf.

The voices from inside the apartment suddenly sounded like they were being shouted through a megaphone directly into my ear. Caught off guard by the thundering noise, I recoiled violently from the door.

I fell to my knees and clutched my head in an attempt to stop the pounding. It was too loud, I couldn't take it.

Then, as suddenly as it had begun, the noise died down to its normal level.

Still holding my throbbing head, my analytical mind began mulling over the incident. I wanted to hear better, then I could. I wanted the noise to quiet down, and it did. The solution that came up was ridiculous.

There was no way I could adjust the volume reception on my hearing.

Was there?

I supposed that I really wasn't in a good position to determine what was possible and what wasn't.

Uncertain, I stood and pinched my chin in thought. After a moment, I decided to test my theory. I concentrated on making the voices inside just a tiny bit louder.

They rose higher.

I went rigid with shock. This was... unbelievable. What else hadn't I discovered?

The voices were very clear. They were arguing over something.

"What about that little bitch with the sniper rifle huh? What the fuck are we going to do about her? She can track that THING from miles away."

That was someone I didn't recognize, and she wasn't too fond of me.

"Danielle can track me too, and you didn't seem too opposed to having me on the team," Aaron's voice retorted.

"That's because-."

"Because I'm not Alma's son." Aaron interjected.

"Well-," the stranger's voice tried before being interrupted again.

"If anyone has any reason to hate Alma that's understandable. But her daughter is a completely different person. It doesn't matter what any of us think about her. The fact is, we are in some serious trouble, and that is the most powerful psychic ever born. You know I can sense things too, and I can practically smell the energy coming off her. She's the best chance we have at beating Armacham," Aaron said.

I frowned. They expected me to help them?

"The kid's right Jin. We can use all the help we can get right now, especially if she's a relative of Point Man's. Speaking of help, what exactly can this girl do?" another voice I didn't recognize.

"I don't know what her powers are. She didn't even know she could do anything until two days ago. I plan on helping her discover her full potential and, eventually, reach it. She's... different though. Based on the raw power emanating from her, I believe she may even be stronger than Alma herself."

Stronger than Alma? I didn't know if that was good or bad. I concentrated hard, trying to feel what Aaron felt. I remembered the intense burning I from earlier. Was that what he was referring to? I did feel something. It was like some primal animal, crouching deep inside me, waiting for the perfect moment to reveal itself.

"Oh well, in any case, we should bring her inside. She been through one helluva weekend." the male voice said.

"Hold on I'll get- oh wait. Before I bring her inside, you need to know she looks just like Alma. Don't freak out or anything when you see her."

"Aaron we've seen alot of freaky things in these past twenty years. How bad can she be?" asked the man who seemed to be a reasonable enough person.

Meanwhile I'd trotted back to the car so they wouldn't know I'd been listening.

"Rodney, she scared the shit out of me the first time I saw her. That's how bad. Well actually she doesn't look exactly like Alma, I mean her hair's a little different." Aaron said as he opened the door.

He stepped out and called for me to come inside.

I walked over to him and he leaned in and whispered into my ear, "Just follow me okay?"

I nodded. He about faced and strode back in, and I cautiously followed.

I only heard two people talking to Aaron, but there was a whole fucking team of them in here.

And they were all staring at me.

Needless to say, I didn't like it. I tried to read the emotion in their eyes. I wanted to know what they thought of me.

What is it looking at us like that?

We're all going to die. She'll kill us.

Great, another freak.

I was hearing words, but no one was saying anything. Was I... reading their minds?

God what next?

Aaron pulled me away from their prying gazes. We went down a hallway just across from the front door. He led me into a side room and shut the door behind us.

"Sorry about that, but it may take a while for them to warm up to you. Most of them are pretty closed minded about people like you and me."

"People? There are more of us?"

He chuckled, "Nothing gets past you does it? Well yes, there are. We're actually trying to track one right now. We've broken into Armacham buildings, only to find everyone inside is dead. There's no way it's a normal person. It has to be someone like Point Man."

"Not like you?"

"No not someone like me. The corpses are all littered with bullet wounds. If it was a psychic, then they would be ripped up or crushed. Whoever it is, they rely on guns."

CRAKA THOOM!

Thunder boomed outside, reminding me of the storm.

Aaron looked out of the small window.

"We're leaving this place first thing in the morning. We can't ever stay in one place for long."

He turned back to me.

"You should get some sleep while you can."

He nodded at me before exiting the room and shutting the door behind him.

But I didn't want to sleep yet. I don't think I could if I did. I wanted to see if there was anything else I should... know about myself. After accidentally discovering two abilities, for the first time, I wanted to do it on purpose.

I decided to try something basic. Telekinesis perhaps.

I slid off the bed and looked for something small to use. I spotted a pen lying on a desk.

I focused my attention on it, concentrating on making it lift.

It shook rapidly, but didn't rise off the desk.

Frustrated, I redoubled my efforts.

It was going to be a long night.

Author's note: Sorry this update took so long. I've been absorbed in this book called "A Game of Thrones" by George R.R. Martin. It's amazing. So what did you guys think of this chapter? Those of you wanting to see Becket won't be disappointed. He is coming... well sort of. Review if you want updates faster.