They say that when a person goes through a traumatic experience, they will do things that are out of the ordinary, usually impossible and insane. For example, a mother whose child has just been pinned under a truck will lift the entire truck up to save her child. Under normal circumstances, that mother never would have been able to pick that truck up because it weighed approximately a ton. But, there's a certain thing in the human brain called adrenaline. That little chemical can change one's life.

Forever.

I was lying on the floor, well not technically lying because Dad was propping me up on his knee, but my body had gone completely limp when Mom's heart beat went to zero. I was starting to see things such as us going through the motorcycle race, she and Logan together in his penthouse at their first meeting in over eighteen years, Original Cindy and Mom back together as homegirls, and Mom and I, back in California, as we looked out over that filthy water as she told me that we were going to Seattle someday to meet Logan with my name meaning "ready for battle". Mom had predicted the future in more than one way and if only I had listened to her sooner.

So, I was there on the floor, unsure whether to cry or to scream during the time that that little green line became a perfect horizontal line as I drifted in and out of the real world and the next. My vision was becoming blurry, and I was unable to focus due to the shifting of the room. Mom's body was appearing to rise off the table, and Dad no longer existed. For me, life was ending as well.

But, when that doctor, that damned doctor, gave the ultimate time of death, I snapped. Snapped like a bullet fresh out of a gun.

I jumped to my feet so quickly that Dad fell back against the wall from my momentum. "NO!" I screamed at all of them. All of the doctors who gazed at me had wide gaping eyes like I was some kind of mental patient. "No! She will not die!"

"Miss-" one of the doctors began, trying to reach for my arm.

"Shut the hell up!" I snapped, my face on fire, and I slapped him back with a powerful backhand. He tumbled, but was fortunately caught by one of his assistants. Never before I had felt so infuriated, so sorrowful, and so calm in all of my life. Never before had I felt the adrenaline rushing through my veins like a steady heartbeat. Never before had I felt so much power. I was that powerful being that Lydecker had created eighteen years ago to lead his troops into battle. But, I was also so much more than that.

The doctors backed away nervously, unsure whether or not to approach me. I could hear Dad coming up from behind me. But, he didn't bother to stop me from doing what I had to do. For once in my life, he didn't intervene, yet supported me in my decision.

From Mom's soul, I heard, Alanza…love you…Alanza…love you… That was all of the push I needed. Mom wasn't fully dead after all. She couldn't be, not if she had sent me a message from beyond the grave.

I remembered the I.V. that I had on me. Quickly, not really knowing what I was doing, I switched the tube that I had with the one from the blood bag so that my blood would flow directly into Mom. I then inserted the needle into my arm and shoved the other one near Mom's heart, closest to what appeared to be a large artery.

I'll admit it, I'm not a doctor and my medical knowledge is limited to that of what I have seen on TV. So, at that moment, I was acting on the only thing that I had: instincts. And I could only hope that that would be enough.

"Miss, we'll have to ask you to stop that," one of the doctors said to me as my blood snaked through the clear tubes, staining them red.

I was about ready to say something, when Dad bit back, "She knows more about what she's doing than you ever will."

"But-but, that's contaminated blood."

"Let hell it is," Dad growled at the same time that I told the doctors to eat shit.

Finally, my blood reached Mom's body. The line on the heart monitor still read zero, but I was determined not to give up. I would die before I would give up on bringing her back. At least then, we would both be together again.

I must have sat there for over an hour, letting the blood drain out of me and into Mom as Dad held the doctors at bay. My head was pounding and my muscles were starting to quiver. Beads of perspiration dotted my lip, while my skin changed from its usual tan color to a wicked purple.

Finally, a miracle.

Blip.

Blip.

Blip.

Mom's heart monitor jumped as if it was doing some kind of acrobatic trick. One of her cooling fingers twitched spasmodically, then fell back down. In a matter of minutes, that zero went to an even forty…then sixty…and finally ninety. My damned genetically hyped up blood cells that contain a stem cell saturation so thick you could probably see them without a microscope was actually repairing Mom's damaged body.

The head doctor gasped a "My God", while the Hispanic lady fell down on her knees and began muttering in Spanish.

Dad clasped me firmly by the shoulder, and I glanced behind to see that he had tears forming in his usually placid eyes. And, just before I fainted from my own lack of blood, he whispered to me, "Thank you, 'Lanza. Thank you."