So my brain has been feeling juicy so let's see how it tastes…bitter? Anyway that new psychic that they were going to meet at the theatre well he's heeeeerrrrree. And the funniest thing I created his physical appearance after having a conversation but then I found this image on deviantart by one of the artist I was 'watching' and he looked exactly like I was envisioning except the hair is a bit different so, dang!

Anyway thanks to Son-of-Hestia11 for helping me create a very important part of this chapter. And Singing, I do it in every story it was only a matter of time.

BTW the song is important it's about a couple of people. If you can guess who, you will get a prize!

Please read, review and enjoy.

Ch.6 Gone With the Wind

"Achoo!" Anna sneezed; the dust in the theatre had been recently released into the air. Anna looked around for the psychic that she was supposed to meet. For some reason Ross had decided to send Anna alone to the theatre to wait, which in her opinion was a bad idea; a demon was supposed to arrive as well. She actually wasn't too worried from what Teddy had gathered the demon was supposed to be a low level Hecatoncheires Demon. Anna listened to her iPod; she looked down at the screen as she rejected song after song looking for one that would match the mood. One of her favorite songs popped onto the screen; it didn't meet the mood but it would do. The music started off soft and slow. All of Anna's favorite songs started like that; those soft melodies brought peace to her mind. Before she knew it she was singing to the empty theatre on its stage.

"I wake in the morning, tired of sleeping

Get in the shower, and make my bed alone

I put on my makeup, talk into the mirror

Ready for a new day, without you

And I walk steady on my feet

I talk, my voice obeys me

I go out at night, sleep without the lights

And I do all of the things I have to

Keepin' you off my mind

But when I think I'll be alright

I am always wrong, cause

My hands don't wanna start again

My hands, no they don't wanna understand

My hands, they just shake and try to break whatever peace I may find

My hands, they only agree to hold your hands

And they don't wanna be without your hands

And they will not let me go

No they will not let me go"

/\/\/\

At first Eric thought that the girl singing was just another wannabe actress fantasizing about her future on Broadway, after all it was an abandoned theatre, but when he listened to the singer he knew that was not the case. She definitely had a strong talented voice but he could feel emotion carried on each note. In a way he felt a bit guilty like he was intruding on someone and almost chose to leave but Eric decided that if she chose to sing in a public(ish) place than him being there wouldn't be a problem. Besides he had found this place first.

He poked his head through some rubble and looked at the singer. She had light coffee colored skin and snow white hair, that was…different. She didn't seem to notice him but the minute he stepped a foot into the aisle the girl opened her eyes and looked straight at him. Eric wasn't sure whether it was the drafty theatre or the glare that the girl had shot him but he suddenly felt very cold. Her gaze softened by only the slightest amount as he continued down the aisle.

"That was beautiful." Eric was the first to speak. A shocked expression replaced her glare.

"So you heard that?" The girl looked down with a small smile embarrassed.

"It was really good." Eric deftly jumped onto the stage; track had its advantages. "I'm Eric." The girl crossed her arms and looked him up and down.

"I'm Anna."

/\/\/\

Anna looked over the boy. He had pale green eyes and was tall, probably around 6'1-6'2, with dark hair, in what she assumed was a short surfer style. "Why would anyone have a surfer style haircut in New York? Seriously? That is like the definition of Ironic." After Eric introduced himself he gave her a pleasant smile.

"So what song was that?" Eric asked.

"My Hands by Leona Lewis." Eric nodded in understanding.

"She's the one that sang uh…" He snapped his fingers several times until his thought dawned upon him. "Bleeding Love?"

"Yeah." Anna smiled; the snapping thing was kind of funny. "Not a fan?"

"I don't not like her." Eric's smile twitched crookedly.

"Let me guess…" Anna looked at him and took in his appearance. He wore a black zip up hoodie with some kind of strange vertical writing on right side over a dark green V-neck t-shirt, dark worn blue jeans and Nike shoes. "Avenged Sevenfold, 3 Doors Down, Metallica, ACDC, and Breaking Benjamin?" Eric's eyebrows rose in shock.

"How'd you know?"

"I'm psychic." Anna smirked.

"Yeah…." Eric spoke disbelievingly through narrowed eyes.

"Your disbelief hurts." Anna placed her hands over her heart. "Anyway, what brings you here to an old run down theatre?" Anna turned around as if to make a point, gesturing to the dilapidation present. Almost if on cue a board from the ceiling crashed to the ground, Eric flinched when it smacked on the ground but Anna acted as if nothing happened.

"I could ask you the same question." Eric noted. For a brief second he cursed himself since Anna's, "I asked you first." was sure to be present.

"Well if you did ask me I would say meeting you." He had not been expecting that. But a large red claw like hand reaching up from a black circle was definitely something he was not expecting. The sound of rushing wind filled the empty air. He stood in shock as another 'hand' rose from the circle and braced itself on the wooden floor of the stage, making it crack as the hands squeezed for leverage. Two more hands appeared through the circle and braced themselves opposite the other two. The nails of each hand stuck into the wood the body that they were connected to arose from the black circle. The body was covered in armor on its dorsal side but underneath what looked like lobster legs uncurled to show smaller versions of the four larger hands. They extended so the monstrosity could keep itself up. It then picked its head up and looked at the two teens. Two black orbs made up its eyes that were located on the inside of two palms that extended from its head along with extra black eyes that glittered on the nails of the hands. Its mouth opened sideways to reveal a throat that was covered in teeth. A roar tore through the air filling it with the stench of burning tires.

Eric moved in front of Anna his arms spread, ready to protect the girl. The serious look on his face instantly aged him.

"Anna we need to get out of here!" Eric yelled. The demon took notice of Eric's command and made a snatch for the two. Thinking quickly Eric threw his hands forward creating a gust of wind so strong that the demon was thrown backwards. Anna watched the demons struggle to stand. "Not bad." The demon was up in a second using it four larger arms to balance and stand. But with a wave of Eric's hand a small tornado traveled across the floor and underneath the demon and with a flick of the wrist the tornado grew larger and forced the demon upward against the ceiling. The tornado disappeared and the demon fell to the floor. The trauma caused by the demon forced the metal rafters of the ceiling to crash on top of it.

"Cool." Anna remarked with a smirk on her face. Eric looked back surprised; he had been expecting a much different reaction. "But I think you need to finish it off." Eric's expression changed to not exactly distrust but caution. Anna looked at him from the corner of her eye. She reached for her ankh that sat comfortably in her back belt loop. Pulling the hoop she spun it on her finger and tossed it into the air then catching it by the handle. "Fine I'll take care of it." Twirling the ankh in her fingers she moved her arm in a slashing movement in front of her. A long thin icicle formed in the air above the demon and stabbed into; as it roared in pain Anna created another sending it into the one of the hands of the demon. She continued this twirl and slash motion of her ankh until the rest of the demon's hands were nailed to the floor. Eric looked at Anna with a mixture of shock, fear, and excitement.

"How'd you do that?" Eric tore his eyes away from the demon to look at Anna.

"You're not the only one with powers." She answered with no enthusiasm. "But it's time to finish this". Placing her ankh back in her belt loop and reached under the back of her shirt and pulled out a gray handgun. Eric's eyes widened in complete shock as she raised the gun and clicked off the safety. "For a psychic there is only one way to kill a demon completely." Anna took aim, both hands on the gun. The demon struggled more as if it knew that it's 'life' was about to be cut short. Elegant designs on the gun began to glow showing a mixture of different snowflakes; Anna pulled the trigger. The bang of the gun echoed in the theatre as did the screams of the demon but those gradually grew quieter as its body began to crumple in on itself and disappear. Anna blew on the end of the gun and smirked. Eric opened his mouth to ask the hundreds of questions that were buzzing in his mind when Anna's cell phone began to ring. "S'cuse me." She held a finger in the air and answered her phone. "Yeah….we just fought the demon….aerokinesis…no...well you interrupted…really?...fine, send the list to my phone." Anna hung up and placed the phone in her pocket. "They need me to pick up some groceries."

"Wait who's they?" Eric asked obviously out of the loop.

"My friends" Anna air quoted friends. "Other psychics like you and me." She clarified and excitement broke out on Eric's face immediately his demeanor reverted back to his age group.

"I knew there had to be other people with powers." Eric smiled in wonder. "How many are there. I mean before it was just me, my mom, and my grandma. I can't believe it. What kind of powers do they have? Are they all from New York? Can I meet them?" Anna placed her hand over his mouth to stop his rambling. She understood his excitement but, she sometimes had a very short fuse like a certain psychic she knew...

"Dude I will explain but I really need to go shopping so if you come along I will answer all of your questions. Deal?" Eric nodded and followed Anna out to her car. A block away Anna unlocked the door to an old black jeep wrangler. Eric jumped in on the passenger side and buckled up. "Where to begin?" Anna mused out loud.

"Well how about, why we have powers?" Eric supplied the topic with controlled interest.

"Okay. To put it simply demons, werewolves, vampires, fae and warlocks threatened our survival so we developed the sight which allowed us to see them and hide however that only worked for a little bit so we developed psychic powers to defend ourselves. Of course people normally only develop these powers when there is a lot of supernatural activity or through genetics as these powers are a dominant trait." Anna looked from the road to Eric and saw his brows furrowed as he took in the information.

"Wait, so werewolves, vampires, those things are real?"

"Well most of them." Then it was Anna's turn to be confused. "Have you never seen anything like this before?"

"No, I haven't." Eric answered. In the back of her mind Anna remarked how truly lucky Eric really was.

"Anyway," Anna continued. "That is why we have our powers."

"How are our powers chosen...What is your power exactly anyway?" Eric turned to look at Anna. Not like a science experiment or something intriguing he looked at her like a friend who was just trying to get to know more about her. It unnerved her.

"Cryokinesis." Anna quickly averted her eyes to the road just in time to catch the red light. "I can control temperature and ice." Among other things.

"So like Iceman?" Anna couldn't help but crack a smile at the comparison to a comic book hero.

"Iceman ain't got nothin' on me."

/\/\/\

Clary couldn't believe that her mom and Luke had actually sent her out of the house to get groceries so they could have "alone" time. The "subtle" looks that Luke kept giving her had made it obvious that they needed her out of the house but to send her to on a wild goose chase for potato donuts was clearly over the top. Especially since the only store that sold them was almost an hour out of the way and she couldn't drive. So here she was in Simon's van driving to the Water-ship Grocery store. "You know they could have at least given me money to go watch a movie or something." Clary complained. Despite knowing that sex was a part of her mother's relationship she still felt uncomfortable when it was no so subtly thrown in her face.

"Well at least this means you're far away from ground zero." Simon chimed in. Clary sent him an unappreciative glare.

"Whatever, I might as well by tons of junk food on mom's credit card." Clary shrugged and began to go over the list in her hand and writing down her extra provisions. Looking at the list she unconsciously realized how alike she and her mother were. Even down to their handwriting. Clary looked out the window and saw the city pass by it was strange to her how easily she had accepted the fact that the supernatural was real and how close she was to it. True she was thrust unwillingly to it at first but even after all the struggle the near death situation the heartbreak, the broken trusts, she knew that she was a part of this world. Her thoughts changed to the psychics after what Jace had told them of his meeting with the psychic, Anna, Clary felt that they had the opposite feeling. They blamed the shadow hunters for not protecting them; they blamed them for forcing them into the supernatural world. In a way Clary couldn't help but emphasize with them. Simon pulled the van to a stop.

"Have all the extra amenities on the list?" Simon asked unbuckling the seatbelt.

"Oh yeah." The two got out of the van and walked to the entrance of the store. The store was sparsely populated with people. "Alright first on the list…" Clary looked down on at the list in her hand. "Milk."

"Okay, let's find us some cow juice." Simon led them down the first aisle. Clary looked over at the intersection of the aisles.

"Hey Simon isn't that Eric Chatan." Simon turned around. Clary was certain it was him. Because Eric's grandmother had been a fan of Jocelyn's artwork they had known each other for years, though they were never so close to be called friends they were friendly toward one another.

"The Wiccan kid?" Simon looked down the aisle to see Eric. "Yeah, it is him. Let's go say hi." Simon and Clary were about to travel down the aisle when a certain white haired girl walked forward with a cart full of groceries. "That's…" Clary's hand was over Simon's mouth and pulling him out of Eric's line of sight.

"Shhh..." Clary shushed Simon with a finger over her lips. "We can't let her know we're here." Clary moved a few boxes to make a peep hole and spied on the two. "I wish I could hear what they were talking about." But Simon was already on it. Vampires had all around greater senses so listening on two teenagers wasn't hard for him to do at all; of course it wasn't like he had been practicing or anything.

"So how are our powers chosen?" Eric asked. Anna looked at the other side of the aisle and pulled off a box of Cinnamon Toast Crunch and placed it into the already full cart.

"Well, no one really knows. It's assumed that our powers reflect our personalities or in some way the places that we lived in when our powers were activated." She walked a little farther down and grabbed a box of Lucky Charms. "Psychokinetic theory states that all psychics are born with 'Psychokinesis' but as we grow older and through countless variables our powers settle in a more definite area, such as my cryokinesis." Anna walked over to the next aisle so Clary and Simon resituated themselves to remain hidden. "However our sub-power is determined by need and or desire."

"Sub-power?" Eric asked clearly confused.

"Main power is what you develop first and depending on whether you need one or not you develop a sub." Anna looked at him with a discerning eye. "Although since you have never seen a demon before today, I doubt you would have developed one." Anna pushed the cart to the canned food aisle. Clary and Simon tip-toed to the aisle next to it and listened closely. Anna grabbed four family size cans of ravioli from the shelf and balanced them into the cart. Eric eyed the overflowing status of the cart.

"Okay what is with all the food?" Anna smiled like remembering an inside joke.

"Have you ever noticed that you can eat a lot of food without gaining weight?" Eric took a second to think and then nodded. "Well that is because of our powers. It takes a lot of calories to be able to use them." Anna pulled up the list and looked satisfied. "Any other questions?"

"Yeah, you said that Shadow Hunters were created to protect humans than why don't we just work with them? Wouldn't it make it easier to protect people?" Instantly Anna's face took on a serious guarded expression. Deep pain reflected in her eyes.

"That's not possible." Her answer was calm and quiet but Eric didn't hear the dangerous undertone.

"But why not?" Eric pressed. "Fine they weren't able to save everyone but if we worked together then-"

"No!" Anna all but shouted. "Shadow Hunters see us as nothing more than experiments or abominations nothing more."

"But not all Shadow Hunters could be like that." Eric tried to press the issue but the air in the store quickly grew frigid. Clary could see her breath puff like smoke in front of her.

"You never even met a Shadow Hunter before!" The temperature fell leaving frost on the boxes and cans in the aisles. Anna looked around her and calmed down. Her eyes began to look warmer as if remembering a fond memory but quickly they guarded themselves again. "Fine maybe not all Shadow Hunters may see us like that but the truth is too many do. The majority is against us. Psychics need to stand and support each other and keep Shadow Hunters out of our affairs and we need to stay out of theirs." Anna closed her eyes as if to calm herself but then looked directly at the where Simon and Clary were hiding. "Well it seems like it's your lucky day you get to meet a vampire."

I really didn't feel like having Anna explain about Shadow Hunters and Nephilim so assume that she explained between the time skip between her POV and Clary's

To all of you who don't know I have gotten a job so my writing is going to slow. I wash dogs.

Also the song was My Hands by Leona Lewis, it is if not my favorite definitely one of my top ten. If you have not heard it listen to it, it is beautiful and the emotional background is exactly what Anna is feeling so pay attention to that.