Hey Guys. New Chapter time again. I'll talk a bit more at the end. Enjoy the chapter. :)

"Load up, Alex. We found a hunt in Illinois." Sam said as I walked into the kitchen for breakfast the next morning.

"Cool, any idea what it is?" I asked.

"Not a clue. Can you force your visions by chance?"

"Not this far out. I need to be in a place where the haunting or the death was for me to get a vison pertaining to it. Give me ten to pack and we can hit the road." I replied with a forced smile before grabbing a Poptart and heading back to my room. In the couple weeks I had been here the room had changed. The scent of my perfume hung in the air and my clothes were strewn about the floor. I had a couple of old band posters on the wall that Dean had approved to put up as well as a couple newer artists that I had to sneak in. A sky blue fleece blanket was in a heap on the bed next to the pillowcases I had bought to match. I kicked over a pile of clothes looking for my favorite Black Sabbath t shirt when a headache knifed into my skull. Why now? I thought pressing the heels of my palms into my eyes. Just let it in, it hurts less when you let it in. I repeated to myself over and over again as I let my mental block drop and the vision poured in.

I was standing in a town square somewhere in the rain in the middle of the night. Why I was there was anybody's guess. Looking around I realized I wasn't alone but there were others with me.

Welcome to the trials. You have been selected to compete against all other semi psychics like you in order to improve your gifts. A voice said. I'll be honest, I panicked. I knew one other psychic and she would chew me out for letting this vison it like this. She had taught me how to block my visions out in the first place so psychic attacks like this wouldn't catch me. She told me my visions were the psychic gift of clairvoyance but there wasn't a single psychic in the world like me. Their visions could be controlled unlike mine and they could force their 'third eye" on what they wanted to see, again unlike me.

"I'm not in the mood right now." I grumbled turning and pushing my way through the crowd to the back. If I left the square I would be able to focus enough to pull my walls back up and get out of here.

Young Lady, if you try to move back in the ranks that moves you forward to the first spot as a fighter.

"I'm sorry to inform you disembodied voice but I have other things to do besides participate in your games." I told it. Laughter echoed around the square where the rain had finally stopped.

You must. Once enrolled, the only way out is disqualification. You must put an honest effort into your fight and lose to be sent out.

"Don't get me wrong I would love to join your games but I have to get back to packing. I'll talk to you later." I said they continued moving towards the edge of the square. People quit moving out of my way now though. They seemed to be trying to block me.

"Move!" I snapped at one boy in particular that seemed to be running parallel to me and cutting me off every chance he got. To my surprise the whole crowd around me backed away leaving me plenty of space to walk out of the square. Only later did I realize I pushed all the people around me out into the circle they were in.

Now, now. Pushing people isn't nice. You should be fighting with the higher crowd.

I shook my head and pushed through more people before being picked up by the crowd and passed up to the front.

Win, and you may leave. Lose and it won't matter.

The boy I was facing had a shocked looking expression on his face as I glared up at him.

"I don't have time for this." I snapped pushing the boy away from me. He stumbled backwards before being caught by a couple kids by the edge of the circle.

"You win."

"What?"

"You win. I've never met anyone whose eyes glow and I don't know if I want to fight someone like that." He said staying close to his friends who had caught him. Glancing down at one of the puddles I noticed my eyes really were glowing a bright blue.

You have won by forfeit. Do you wish to continue on leave?

"You know what I want. Let me go." I snapped at the sky. The voice was really starting to get on my nerves. Darkness clouded my vision as I was released but I heard the voice one last time.

You are my chosen one Alexandria. We are not done yet.

"Alex, are you okay?" Sam asked shaking my shoulder. I blinked looking up into Sam's worried eyes.

"I'm fine. Give me a minute." I replied with a shaky breath. I didn't like what the voice had told me. My mom had said I was blessed by her but cursed by my father. Maybe that had something to do with what I had done in the vision/dream thing.

"Do you… want to talk about it?" Sam asked with hesitation in his voice.

"Not particularly. It wasn't exactly a fun experience." I grumbled digging into my bag for some painkillers. I hadn't been dragged into an experience like that in a while and the last one was nothing like this. For one, it knocked me out for a day. Obviously that didn't happen because Sam would have moved me to the bed after I didn't wake up.

"Anything useful at least?"

"Not even close. Unless a migraine before the road and the fact that I feel like an idiot count as useful to you." I replied.

"We can all pile into the impala Alex. You don't have to drive yourself. That way you can sleep off your migraine and be good to go when we get there."

"Give me a few minutes. It will probably subside enough for me to function but at the moment everything hurts. Stupid visons." I muttered then shoved my head into a pillow.

"I'll let Dean know we might be a bit since you are coming down off a vision at the moment." Sam said with a laugh.

"It wasn't a vision." I told the pillow but somehow Sam understood me.

"What?"

"It wasn't a vision. It was a psychic attack. Visions I can cope with but I haven't had an attack since just after I got back and I was stupid enough to let this one in." I told him.

"And you are absolutely sure you are okay then?" Sam asked. The concern in his voice was evident.

"Give me a couple of days to regroup and make sure my visions are still working properly. Usually they are just scare tactics but this one was different." I told Sam with a flick of my hand hoping he wouldn't think too much about it. "Get the Impala packed. I'll be down in a few."

Sam left shortly thereafter and I sighed. The silence of my empty room was bliss after everything that had just happened.

"What do you mean, attack?" Dean asked closing the trunk of the impala.

"She said it was a psychic attack. Like another person with a gift like hers used it against her and tried to hurt others with that ability." Sam replied.

"Damn. How do you even defend against something like that?"

"I'm not really sure. She said she hadn't had one since right after she got back so maybe she has her own ways. Neither of us are psychic so it isn't really an issue for us."

"It is for her though. I still don't like that she is hunting so much at such a young age."

"Don't tell her that. She will pull the raised in hunting card on you. She has read the books."

"If I ever find Chuck again I swear." Dean sighed.

So, I love writing this story and I know I don't have a lot of readers but I cherish each and every one of you who do actually get this far into my story. I don't have a beta reader at this point so all of this comes unedited to you guys. Every single review I have gotten has been super positive and they make me smile. I really am going to try and update more because I'm coming up with new Ideas all the time for this story and what Alex is going to get caught up in next. That being said, If you guys have any ideas for hunts for them to go on I would appreciate it because I feel bad doing ghost or vamp hunts all the time. I'm going to stop talking now. Thanks again for reading.

~Mary