Authors Note: This chapter is NOT a continuation of the last one. Were stopping the story for a brief time to tie up any loose ends about Hayley's past. I was going to try to spread all of this stuff out throughout the whole story, but the way it's going, that won't be possible. Sorry for any stuff that might have been repeated! I have the next chapter already written, but I'm trying to give people more time to review for the contest. I have four possible choices right now, so keep 'em comin!! This whole chapter is a flashback so I won't bother italicizing anything.

Disclaimer- I don't own anything related to the Lost Boys or Robin Wassermann's Chasing Yesterday. However, I do own this plot line, and Hayley, Spencer, and the rest of my OCs.

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Sixteen years ago. Hayley age 2

"Hayley! No running in the house!" Hayley's mother, Diana, laughed as her two-year-old daughterran through the kitchen, her red hair whipping behind her, laughing like a maniac.

Diana wistfully looked at the photograph of Hayley and her father two years ago, before the accident that took his life. She looked so much like him. The only thing Hayley had that resembled her was her eyes. They both had hazel eyes.

"Hayley! No! If your going outside I have to watch you!" she said anxiously as she ran after her daughter.

When she got outside, it took a few moments to register what she saw. A blonde woman was dragging her daughter into a white van. Hayley had a dazed look on her face, like she had no idea what was happening.

"HAYLEY! LET GO OF MY DAUGHTER! NO! HAYLEY!" She ran for the van, but the woman, prepared for this, hit her over the head with something hard. Diana crumpled to the ground, her vision rapidly going dark.

"Hayley." She whispered looking at the van as it whizzed passed, sirens in the distance.

"It's ok, Diana, I called the police, and an ambulance. They'll get her back.

"No. Hayley." She said. As the van went passed, she had seen something, something that would haunt her for years. A symbol. A symbol made up of two sideways triangles facing each other at the points. She'd find her daughter. Even if she had to die trying.

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Eleven years ago. Hayley age 7

"I don't understand. I want to go home, back to Mommy. You said I could go home! Hayley screamed, eyes flashing green. Veronique Duncan sighed.

"I'll explain again. You're special. You can do things that no one else can. Were helping you. Were making you stronger." She said monotonously.

"So? Why can't I see Mommy."

"Because." She said, irritated now

"Because why?" Hayley asked persistently

"BECAUSE SHE DOESN'T LOVE YOU!" Veronique screamed.

Hayley started to cry.

"NO! MOMMY LOVES ME! SHE DOES! I KNOW SHE DOES! SHE TOLD ME! She shrieked.

Objects in the room began to fly off the shelves and crash to the ground. Veronique was thrown back against the wall, and was now looking at the hysterical seven-year old with wide, fearful eyes.

"Mommy loves me. She said so. She's gonna come get me, I KNOW it!"

At that moment, the door banged open and two guards came in and pulled Hayley away from Veronique. Dr. Burns followed them and Injected Hayley with a clear liquid. Then everything went black.

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Six years ago. Hayley age 12 (This is after she left the safe house.)

Hayley had been out of Lysan for exactly three months today. Currently, she was residing in Seattle, Washington. She still hade about 2,500 dollars left from the money she had gotten from the safe house, but she still would work the occasional odd job in whatever city she was in. It made it easier to listen for news about herself. The explosion hadn't gone unnoticed, and Dr. Burns, and Veronique Duncan were searching frantically for her. She worked in a small coffee shop in downtown Seattle. It was a common spot for the locals, and she saw the same people every day for the most part. Today was not one of those days. A boy came in. He was about 5'7" to her 5'2" frame. He had shaggy, sandy blonde hair that looked like it had never seen a brush, ans silvery blue eyes, that were currently trained on her. She smirked at him.

"See something you like?"

The boy grinned.

"Yeah. The chocolate latte your drinking looks really good. I'll take one please."

She laughed a little and decided she liked this kid, whoever he was

"Touché. It'll just be a minute."

The boy nodded and leaned on the counter.

"So. I've never seen you around. What's your name?"

"Veronica." Hayley said after a seconds pause, thinking of Veronique.

The boy raised an eyebrow at her but continued,

"Spencer." He said.

"Nice to meet you." She said.

"It would have been nicer if you gave me your real name."

Shocked at this, Hayley looked at him sharply.

"I don't know what you're talking about."

He grinned crookedly at her.

"You can't hesitate, not even for a second."

She didn't answer. She just handed him his coffee.

Instead of leaving, he sat in one of the stools at the counter, and watched her. After awhile, she began to get a little unnerved.

"What?"

He shrugged.

"Just wondering why a girl like you would have to lie about her name."

He lowered his voice.

"And her age for that matter. You're defiantly not 16, you can't be older than me."

"How old are you?"

"Fourteen. You?"

She looked around cautiously before leaning towards him.

"Twelve."

His eyes widened, and he stared at her in disbelief.

"And they let you work here?"

"They weren't as observant as you."

Spencer snorted.

"I'll say."

Hayley looked at the clock and realized her shift was over. She took off her apron, grabbed her jacket, and walked out of the restaurant, Spencer following her.

"So are you my stalker now?" She asked, irritated.

"No. I'm just curious."

"Fine, you're curious? Follow me."

She led him into one of the side alleys and sat down against one of the walls.

"So why are we--?

"Look, I don't really know you and I have no idea why I'm telling you this, but if I don't tell someone, I'm going to go insane.

She took a deep breath, and told him everything she remembered about Lysan Corp. By the end of the story, His eyes looked like they were going to pop out of his head.

"Well, okay then." He said when she was finished.

"So you don't think I'm crazy."

"Nope, not at all."

"Why? If you don't mind me asking?"

"Because the fact you just told me all of that with a straight face basically tells me that you're too sane to be crazy. Plus you've got a gun on you. And since there aren't many reasons for a twelve year old to be carrying a gun, besides what you just told me, I'm guessing you're story was legit."

Hayley stared at him for a few moments, and then laughed.

"You're not bad. I like you."

He grinned.

"That's good, cause you're going to have a hard time getting rid of me. No way I'm letting you do this alone anymore. Where you go, I go."

"Hope you can keep up then."

He stared at her in disbelief.

"You don't care?"

"Nope. It would be nice to have the company actually.

"Huh. I guess that's that then."

"Yep. That's that."

From then on, the two were inseparable.

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Three years ago. Hayley age 15 (After they make the video tape)

"Are you sure that's it?" Spencer whispered, looking at the sleek, black Beemer that was parked in the parking lot.

"Positive. Look at the right corner of the license plate."

In the right corner of the license plate, was the same symbol that Hayley had drawn her second night in the cave, and the same symbol her mother, Diana saw on the side of he white van she was kidnapped in. It was also the same symbol that Hayley had tattooed on the back of her neck. Two sideways triangles, facing each other at the points. It was Lysan's symbol. Every experiment had it on her neck, and every member had it on his or her left forearm. The car that had this particular symbol on it was none other that Dr. Adam Burns's car. Hayley and Spencer were planning on breaking into said car and stealing Burns's laptop.

"Tell me when the coast is clear." Hayley said to Spencer.

"Go, NOW!"

Hayley ran as fast as she could to the car, and picked the small lock next to the door within seconds. She got in, grabbed the bag with the computer, and got out. Running back to where Spencer was, she grabbed him by the collar, and sped down the street to the handed Spencer the Laptop and he began working to crack the passwords so they could look at it.

"Got it! We're in!"

They looked at the files, and were appalled at what they saw. Names and information about every little girl they had ever kidnapped. Each of these girls had shown some sort of telekinetic potential, and was therefore a candidate to be turned into what Hayley was, which they called genohumans. The injections of the green liquid, lysoserum fed the power and made them stronger. The people of Lysan Corp. planned to use them as basically indestructible assassins of whatever a potential client wanted them to kill. Including creatures of the supernatural. That wasn't the worse thing. Some of the younger girls didn't respond well to the injections, and developed health problems. Instead of fixing these problems, the simply got rid of them. Under over 50 girl's names was the word TERMINATED. It made Hayley sick. These girls were so young, and could have had lives in front of them. They had families that would probably never know what happened to them. Hayley felt her rage grow. They needed to be stopped.

"Hays? You okay?" Spencer asked concerned.

"This is disgusting, Spence. We need to do something. I swear, I'm going to learn this genohuman stuff inside and out, and then, I swear I'll kill them all for doing this to all of us.

Spencer nodded and smiled at her sadly.

"I figured as much. I'm right behind you, all the way."

Hayley smiled and looked over at him with a determined look in her eyes.

"Let's do this."

Authors Note: I know there's still a few missing parts, like how Hayley knows our Narrator, but of course, that will be revealed in the next chapter. Deadline for the contest is tomorrow afternoon; I want to have the next one up before school on Monday, so REVIEW!!!!!