AN: Have any of you realized the pattern of chapter titles? Cause this one is the exception. Anastasia is not owned by Disney,but rather 20th Century Fox.

The chapters after will still have Disney song names.


I immediately tried to pull back- to get the hell out of his brain., But there seemed to be a force field surrounding me, not letting me leave. Oh god no.

"You wanted to see my memories." He stated at me, as if to warn me about something. "You can see all you want."

I didn't have time to question the offer before my mind flooded with scenes, rendering me unable to think of anything else.

A hundred years passed through my mind, and I forgot my purpose in pursuing this.

Another hundred passed, and I forgot how old I I really was.

The third hundred years passed and I forgot which set of memories was mine.

The fourth hundred and I realized I needed to suppress them, or my mind would explode.

The fifth hundred, and I felt my unconscious mind throwing out information to make room to suppress the memories.

The sixth and final hundred was a parting gift before I was tossed out of my-his mind and thrown back into a stranger's.

My mind continued to suppress the memories, to preserve my identity, as I lay unconscious on the ground.


When I awoke, I had a hundred years of sporadic memory in my head, and the feeling that my subconscious was full to it's brim. My head was throbbing to top it all off.

"I think he's waking up." The other Danie- I mean Dan's voice squeaked. "Alex, Are you alright?"

Alex.. Right, I was Alex. Not Alexander. I was... god I didn't know my age... I was born in...

A memory came to the front of my mind, blasting out the rest in it's need to be viewed.

I was in a kitchen of some sort. A present day kitchen, so it must be one of my own memories. A couple was fighting above me, screaming at each other and pointing down at me sporadically. They were high above me. I must have been around five years old. I couldn't understand what they were saying, it sounded like gibberish. The man punched the woman to the ground, making he hit her head on the wall as well.

I walked toward him, angry. Apparently these people I didn't even remember were important back then. The man started to yell at me, but only for half a sentence tops.

I had raised my hand and aimed it at his forehead. He only looked fearful for half a second before his face contorted in horrid pain. He gripped at the air around him, trying to find a way out of whatever horror he had been put in. The screeches coming from his body lasted nearly a minute before he fell to the ground, limp and dead.

A shiver ran down my spine, but the memory continued relentlessly.

I had turned to the woman, wanting to help her. She cowered in my presence, trying to shrink back behind her arms as if they could protect her. I heard and felt myself speak to her.

"Mommy? What's wrong?" The toddler me asked in an innocent tone. I didn't even know what I had done was wrong!

The woman just shrunk back more. That angered my younger self.

"He hit you." my child self explained. "Hitting is bad."

I was shaking by now. This couldn't have been me.

"Are you hurt?" I had asked, running over to her and touching her face to check for bruises. She flinched away from the touch. Then the toddler me grabbed her face with both hands and turned it rapidly to face him.

There had been a loud cracking noise and her body went as limp as the man before her. I had shaken her by the shoulders, screaming and crying and feeling horrendously scared. My hands ripped through her body, sending blood everywhere and making her arms fall detached to the floor.

The younger me spent a long while crying over their bodies. No police came. No authorities. No one called. No friends came over to check up on them.

I was left completely alone with two dead parental figures for over a full day.

When I had gotten too tired to continue crying, I drifted off to sleep.

When I awoke, the spell of dead had invaded my nose, and to escape it, I had run outside and sat on the porch. It was snowing out, but I didn't seem to care.

Then, my younger self seemed to decide something.

My entire body tingled and stung for a moment. Then everything went numb.

Then everything immediately hit me with more vivid feelings and senses than I'd ever experienced before or after this memory.

Everything felt more cold, more soft, more rough, etc. Everything smelled more clear, including the smell of rotting corpse. Everything was much clearer, like looking at an HD TV after watching things on a 1950's TV. I could see the form of every snowflake falling. I could see the face of the person down the road. It was amazing to say the least.

But my younger self was used to it. It seemed normal to him. He moved his position, But I wasn't exactly sure what else he did. All the senses felt weird to me, so I couldn't tell if he moved his arms or legs or both, But almost as soon as he did, he lifted up into the air.

The wind blew through his hair, and it felt great. My younger self knew somehow that we were traveling at at least sixty miles per hour. It was a few hours before I landed in a field and the tingling and painful sensation overtook me, hurting more than the time before. My body went numb again and my senses were back to normal.

My younger self decided to forget.

We looked down at his hands and they began to glow a deep poisonous green. he lifted them up to his head and erased everything.

My parents.

My origin.

My powers.

Everything but my name.

And that's where my normal memories began.

I opened my eyes to see Dan staring down at me worriedly.

"Are you alright?" He asked lightly. I wasn't exactly sure what "alright" entitled. I nodded slowly anyway, trying to concentrate on my breathing. He smiled lightly and wiped something from under my nose. Blood, I'd guess.

He held out his arm to help me up and I reached up to take it. His hand didn't feel like a hand when I touched it, though.

It felt like a wad of wet paper.

I immediately pulled away from his hand, scared I would rip it apart or something.

I tried to use the wall to pull myself up.

It felt like a sponge.

Dan looked like he was about to question my denial of his help when he saw the wall and shrieked.

"H-how the bloody hell did you d that?" he yelled, looking between me and the newly-made hand imprint in the stone wall.

So this was what superstrength felt like.


I cried writing this.

Okay.. SO I may have been writing this while watching Toy Story 3...

But I still cried a little.

So yeah, Alex has superstrength now, which is going to be more of a hindrance than a help, as most of his abilities will be. And he'll be a little different than Alexander in abilities, like have different specialties and such, so it isn't just an even-powered battle.

Anyway. Thanks Sonikku for Reviewing again.

Oh, and last chapter, the "pet" was my idea of what the Kaernk looks like. Alexander's cute little kaernk pet, raised to be an attack dog by the time Daniel decides to rebel.

Right. so. Remember- every time you don't review, Alexander rapes Daniel for teh lolz.

Next chap will be either today or later in the week.

~Akeara