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I kept looking at Nessie, until I felt someone pulling on my arm. I looked up to see Gale and I know he wanted to talk. Why did I say that? I didn't have to lie to them; I could've just told them straight up and then be done with it. Self-preservation I heard my dad say in the back of my mind and I was reminded of the first time he tried to get me to kill someone.

I lied on the floor looking at nothing, yet knowing that the bastard who calls himself my father is waiting for the right moment to come in. I can feel myself become anxious within every breath, finally after twelve deep breaths; he walks in. "Anxiety doesn't sit well with you, does it Nina?" I focused hard on him and glared.

"I'm sorry; did you not get the memo? My name is Kody. Not Nina."

"Come to training. Now," he answered back forcibly, dragging me up by my hair carrying me into the walk-in closet with all my training clothes. "Change and then meet me in the training room. You have two minutes." He slammed the door behind him and quickly changed, not wanting to upset him anymore. When I walked into the room, I was surprised to see my 'father's' body guards there, all with guns and swords, one had a tenderizer, staring right at him. I cleared my throat and some of them looked at me and came towards me. After that, everything was playing in slow motion. The first guard that came up was the one with the sword and I think he said his name was Jim; I palmed him under the chin, forcing his jaw to break and kicked him in the stomach. I grabbed the sword and turned around to see the guy with the Precision DSR 50 Sniper Rifle, I paused to admire the beauty of the scope before he started to fire. I dodged the bullets with the sword in my hand and rolled towards him. It took him awhile to realize that I was right under him, when I stabbed him in his stomach, not stopping till my hand was almost lost in his stomach.

"Stop," I immediately snapped out of it. I touched my head, wondering what was going on, and when I pulled my hand back I stared at my hands in horror at the blood on them, and I could tell that I didn't have one drop of blood that was mine that was anywhere in the room. When I looked down I let out a gurgling scream.

"What the fuck was that!" I screamed at the guy that was supposed to be my father.

"Self-preservation," he said with some sort of awe mixed with relief, "a very strong one at that. It only took you about five seconds to end both of them. Where did you learn how to fight?" I stared at him in confusion, trying to comprehend that yes, I did kill those men, and even though I had those kick ass moves, I had no idea where they came from.

"I never learned how to fight." I whispered; he stared at me in surprised before clapping.

"Good! Oh, that's wonderful. Once I have you all trained you'll be fast and able to kill two guys in less than five seconds just using hand to hand combat. It's not about strength, it's about power and force, and you remember that. Now, that stunt you pulled earlier isn't going to work anymore. I'm going to have some of my men escort you back into your room and memorize you in every way that they can, do you understand me?" I stayed silent.

"DO YOU UNDERSTAND ME!" I squared my shoulders and looked him in the eye, the same color as my eyes and nodded my head.

"Kody!" I snapped out of my memory and looked at Gale.

"I couldn't tell them." He started to wipe tears from my eyes.

"Shhh, it's going to be okay." I moaned in agony.

"It feels like some kind of flame is burning from the inside of me and I have to tell them to get the flame out. I just, I can't. I can't do anything, I can't say anything. Gale! I'm programmed to fight, kill, and destroy. I can't love anymore! I'm a fucking broken child. I can't…I can't." I started to blubber as sobs racked my body.

"You listen to me Kody!" he shouted back, he was kneeling beside my bed and he grabbed my face harshly, I saw his ending and I broke out into more sobs. "You're going to fight it. You're going to fight and smile like a cat when you come out the victor, do you hear me! Don't give up based on some picture from the future in your head!" he kept yelling at me not to give up. Soon it was a screaming match between me and him. "Let's go outside," he muttered. I stared in shock.

"O-okay." I stuttered not knowing what this was. He picked me up and carried me to the window and jumped. I flew out of his hands and landed in a crouch.

"Feeling better already, I see." He said with a smirk, I just looked at him with confusion. "We're going to fight," he grinned back like a little boy, "hand to hand. Just, don't go all the way alright." I nodded slowly as he came towards me. He pulled back his fist and before he could launch it, I grabbed it and twisted his hand, turned him around and put him in a pretzel hold. I kicked up his sword with my foot balanced it with my foot and then aimed it at his heart. His face was near me and he had that innocent grin on his face. "You did wonderful!" he said proudly. As soon as I glared at him, it started to rain. I continued to glare at him, while he was just smiling, eventually my gaze became soft and I smirked at him.

"Let's run." I said.

"Run?" I nodded my head. I was already barefoot so that part didn't matter.

"Come on," I shouted behind me, as I dashed off into the forest.

"Kody!" he whined, "Not all of us have your amazing speed." He chuckled and I stopped, when he finally caught up to me, I smiled innocently at him.

"Are you the only one that says what I'm going to do?" I laughed at nothing. I wasn't running from anything. I hugged him tightly to me and didn't let go for a while. The rain hardened and when I looked into his eyes, that reminded me of a cupid's dart flower, I saw something there. I pulled him closer to me, suddenly feeling this need, and then my lips were on his. We were moving feverishly and I couldn't explain what was happening as this uncontrollably need came over me. I pulled as close as I could and probably created some tears in his shirt. His hair felt as soft as a baby's. He was just as needy, if not more. Pulling my head to closer to him, we fell to the floor, still in our hold. I took off his shirt and ran my fingers down his abs and felt for his buckle. "Wait." I whispered, I smiled sadly at him, "I'm sorry." I said with a final kiss to the cheek and then I ran faster than the wind could possibly take me.

It's been a week since I've seen Gale, he went back to the Cullens told them I ran off and just left. Just like that. I didn't have anything to tie me to him, but that one memory of that heated kiss; it was all I could think about as I walked to school from the Cullens house. Where did that need come from? I mean, sure he was attractive, but I thought I always just saw him as a guard. My own body guard, I didn't…I would've never-

"Kody!" I heard a voice say, I turned to see Samantha, and I smiled. Today the dam was down, I had to be prepared for everything. "Gosh! I was worried sick about you. That guy, you said he was your brother and I saw you yell at him and just leave. I went out there to confront him and then, this guy just came around – he looked exactly like you – and he walked around like he held all the power."

"That was my father," I whispered back, I took her arm and led her to the library into a corner where nobody would enter. "And the boy, he is my brother. My dad's in a war and he's not in it for some kind of homeland pride. He's in it to come out on top and rule everything in the businesses. It's hard to explain, because he doesn't want the world, he just wants the power." I took a deep breath. "Okay, I'm going to explain all of this to you; I hope you don't think I'm utterly crazy. My dad comes from a family in Gatlinburg, Tennessee, the McCarty's. My grandfather – Dale McCarty – inherited a huge amount of strength from his dad and after him, it turned out that Dale was actually the second child to be born to his dad. That's how it is for all of us – on my dad's side. The unbeatable strength- it passes along with the second child and goes on. On my mom's side, they have capabilities to see and hear everything around them, that's only passed to the second child. I'm the second child for both my parents." I paused, gauging her reaction.

"So, wait; you have these 'powers' you can do?" I nodded my head slowly. "Holy French Fries! You have that super strength and the whole mind thing."

"Yes, and my dad took my mom – I never grew up with him – and he killed her. And he wants me for some sort of…"

"Do you have a picture of your dad on you?" I slowly pulled out the picture of my dad – a picture that he glued in my vintage wallet some time before I escaped the prison he put me in. I couldn't take it off without ruining the wallet. "This is the Emmett side of the school. It's stupid really, all the guys in the Cullen clique have these corners and hallways and sometimes they'll fight the different groups, or play with them." I smiled at their ridiculousness. "All we have to do is wait…5…4…3…2...1, there was a bell and before I could object, she opened the door and pulled a paper, that I could see now was a photography, out of a passing girl's hand. "Yep, I knew your dad looked familiar when I saw him, look." she passed both pictures to me and I gasped. My dad had the hair, the dimples, and the chin. Everything between Emmett and my dad was similar except the eyes. The eyes were the only thing that changed. "If you don't mind me asking…what's your dad's name?"

I looked at her in confusion, where was she getting at? "Christopher Emmett McCarty."

"Emmett's middle name is Dale, and I bet your brother's middle name is something like that, right?"

"Well, shit." I whispered.

"Here's my number," I looked at her in surprise, "If you need anything. And, I'll try to come up with some kind of explanation, okay?"

"Sam, I have to get to class, we'll talk tomorrow, alright? Meet me outside under the pavilion." I didn't check to see if she agreed, I just left.

I sat under a Spanish moss tree, looking at the two pictures. I'd definitely have to get away from the Cullens now. Killing them without knowing that we were practically family was bad enough. But, to actually know that I was Emmett's great granddaughter, I couldn't kill him and still live with myself. I just couldn't.

"Kodster!" I looked up in surprise and quickly hid the pictures from Emmett's prying eyes. "Whatcha doin?" he said sitting down next to me. I stared at him as he smiled, I could see his dimples and how his hair was so brown it almost looked black. I kept staring at him.

"Ican'tstayatyourhouse." I whispered in a rush, he looked at me in confusion and what I said next made me want to kill myself a little by a little as he asked me why, "You might be my great-grandfather and I don't want to kill you!"

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