"We have to leave. Now." An urgent voice demanded.

Those were the words I had woken up to. I opened my eyes and saw that Edward had returned late into the night. He got out a huge black rucksack underneath the bed and started pacing around the room stuffing food and clothes inside the rucksack at such incredible speed that my eyes could barely keep up. I didn't want to question him as I knew we were in trouble. He dragged me off the bed and ushered me into the car. I stopped dead in my tracks as soon as I saw it. I gawked at it. How could he offered such a car? It was a glossy white Ferrari 458. Where did he get the money from? Did he steal it? He might drive it so fast that he might lose control and we could die!

"What are you doing?" Edward hissed. "We have to go."

I snapped back into reality and gulped. I quickly slipped into the shotgun seat and braced myself. He started the engine and my back was suddenly pressed hard against the seat at the speed he was going. Yep. We're going to die.

It was silent. He didn't talk. And I didn't want to talk to him because I would distract him from driving and if I do that he could crash us into a tree... But I couldn't take the silence.

"What's going on?" I asked. My voice was shaky.

His hands tightened around the wheel.

"They're onto me." The realisation slapped me in the face like icy water.

"How did they get suspicious?" I asked quickly.

"From the start. Since I took you away. There were only a few allowed into the examination room you were in. There was only four of us - I was one of them. I was watched more closely since I was a doctor outside their organization. It doesn't matter though. It was only a temporary cover."

I watched him glance at the side mirrors. Fear rushed through me.

"Are they following us?" I asked.

As soon as I said that I saw that he stepped more harder on the gas pedal. I was afraid to look at the speed we were going.

"No. I caused..." He smirked, "quite a distraction before I said goodbye."

I gave out a huge sigh of relief.

"So where are we heading?"

"Far," he said shortly.

"Could you be more specific?" I asked, scowling.

He was quiet for a while.

"Didn't you ever wonder how I got here?"

I stared at him.

"Oh. Right. You're an angel. Now that you mention it..."

He nodded, eyes still on the road.

"Between worlds, there are things called wormholes. They're not actually meant to exist. They are like broken parts of a fence where you can slip through as a shortcut. Finding one isn't easy. They are always moving, never staying in one certain place. Right now, the closest one is about thirty miles away."

"How do you know?" I asked in suspicion.

"It's a power only I have. Any disturbances in space and time... I can sense them even if they're faint. I'll explain when we get there."

"Wait. You're taking me to your world?"

"Yes."

My eyes widened at his answer.

"Why?"

"Like I said, I'll explain when we get there."

I scowled at my reflection in the window. It was so typical of him.

In a way I was glad that I didn't have to stay in the human world anymore. There was nothing here for me. There never was. I had no loving caring family. I had no friends. I had no life. This wasn't where I belonged. I frowned. Still, I was a hybrid. I stood between angels and demons... Where did I really belong?

From what I had been told, I was just found in a middle of a road. A baby wrapped in nothing but thin white cloth. I was taken to the police station and since they couldn't locate my parents because I had no records of my birth, they put me in a foster home.

I was the antisocial kid. I never spoke to anyone. I was never wanted. No one wanted me. I was unwanted.

The kids there used to tease me and make my stay a living hell. I remember one time when a kid called Andrew - the older, hot-headed idiot - got me so angry I could feel this strange power going through me. He started cussing me and he was about to slap me because I didn't say anything back to him - I'd never learned martial arts, but what I did was from instinct. There was only one thought going through my mind at the time.

Protect yourself.

I got him in an armlock. I only grabbed his bare arm and that's when the screaming started. It was an ugly scream, filled with pure pain and agony. He was screeching like a tortured animal. I quickly let go and saw a huge red mark on his arm. He told people it was like I was burning him inside out.

He never spoke a word to me again, not even one glance in my direction.

Ever since that incident I stared at my own hands for hours. I remembered the terrified look on his face and it made me feel sorry for him. I wasn't happy with myself. I thought I was a monster. It only took me a few more touches to others before I came up with the theory that I could cause so much pain to someone by simply touching them when I got angry. I tried to reject that, but the more it happened, the more I believed it.

The others seemed to notice as well. One of the adults at the foster home told someone what I was capable of doing. That it was unnatural and dangerous. That a simple grip of a mere child's hands shouldn't be that strong and painful. That I should be locked up somewhere because I am different. Because I could hold a threat to the entire human race. Then the people in the long white cloaks came for me.

They did so many different experiments on me, but they were always unsuccessful. At the end of each day, I was free to go back to the foster home. They thought I was too young to be able to run away and that there was no point of me staying at their institute because of that... Oh how they were wrong.

By the time I was ten I ran away. I couldn't stay in that hell hole. I kept travelling from one place to another, never staying for long in a particular place, careful to avoid too much contact with everyone. I didn't want to hurt people. It was wrong.

When I was thirteen, I settled down in a forest. I survived by eating the meat of elk, bears and mountain lions. I used to set traps and wait for them to come; hunting wasn't something I was very willing to try but it was for survival. I didn't want to starve to death.

When they fell into the trap, I just simply walked up to them and touched them for a few minutes. They would suffer so much from the pain that it would make their heart stop. It wasn't that easy though. I occasionally had to wrestle with them. The mountain lions were the worst. Boy those creatures could put up a heck of a fight. I was always left with a few deep cuts, but that was when I noticed my other ability. The ability of healing fast. I always wondered that if I could cause pain by touching others, could I also heal by touching others? I decided to carry out that theory on a wounded elk I found once. I put my hand over the wound and it was gone. And when Lewis told me about my parents I instantly knew that I got my healing powers from my angel mother and the power of causing pain from my demon father.

I remained unnoticed in the forest for four years. And then one day, a group of men came and saw me torture an elk with the pain power of mine. One of them lunged at me and I easily put my hand on his neck and he began screaming. I still don't know why he attacked me. I thought that he was one of those animal lovers, but then I saw the guns in the hands of the other people. Did they hunt animals or kill the people trying to?

I then heard a faint 'phoot' sound and felt a sharp needle go through my arm and I began to feel light-headed. I passed out. After a while I opened my eyes and I saw that I was back inside another lab. And that was the lab I was kidnapped by Lewis from.

My head jolted forward and I was shaken back to the present, the thought of white walls dispersing.

We turned a corner abruptly and my only reminder that I'd forgotten to fasten my seat belt was the fact that my face splatted against the window. I glared at him as he tried not to laugh.

"Shut up," I muttered.

"Sorry," He said as he pursed his lips to try to stop himself from laughing.

"Ugh." I rolled my eyes. "How long 'til we get there?" I asked.

"6 minutes," He replied. I looked at him confused by how quick time went by, but then I saw the speed we were driving at.

"Holy cow!" I screamed "Slow down! Are you trying to kill us!?"

He was going at 120 miles per hour!

"Relax, we're not going to die." He replied. "I'm a trained professional," He joked.

Somehow, the way he only held the steering wheel with one hand - one hand for heavens sake - and stared at me at the same time, really wasn't very reassuring.