Chapter Three.

Allie lay cross-legged on her bed, eyes closed and mediating. She kept trying to focus on clearing her mind. She made everything around her seem like she was in a room of bright light and she was giving off the sense of energy for it.

"Hmmm," she sighed, her eyes still remaining closed.

It had been awhile since she'd been able to do this, to actually put more effort into her mediation then she had up on the spaceship with John.

The bright lighted room faded and a swirl of colours came flooding into the scene now. Memories of things that had always remained with her, never to be forgotten.

Then the darkness, spreading like madness through her mediation.

Allie tried beyond belief to get her eyes open, but it was like they'd been glued shut. Her screams of agony and cries for help were only heard inside her mind.

Vines quickly entangled her body, closing in tightly. A deep dark forest with looming trees and gruesome leering faces, peered over at her. The forest seemed darker and more vivid than it had been in any of her other visions.

"Mom! Dad! Mischa!" Allie found herself screaming.

But her words were lost.

Allie finally pried open her eyes, only to her horror, find that the situation hadn't improved, though in away it had brought on some new section of the vision she had only now been able to notice.

Laying face down in the dirt was Charlie, a hooded man stood over top of him, his foot pressed hard against Charlie's back to keep him there.

Allie's eyes didn't leave his face, not until she heard a wailing sound coming from a section that she couldn't see.

Lisa was pulled forward, her face a mass of confusion but her eyes were well alert. She looked up at the hooded man who had his foot against Charlie's back and tried immediately to break free of the hold that another hooded man had on her.

What was going on? Why was this happening to them?

Allie began to shake with the rage at the poor treatment of her parents, and the vines around her tightened once more.

When she looked up she found herself face to face with the hooded man who had held her father against the ground. She couldn't move, the vines held her in place, and being held back scared her.

The man removed his hood from his face, showing scruffy sideburns, ugly red pockmarks and angry scar tissue making his face rough and uneven. The eyes of the man were a bright gray and they were piercing right through hers, and she knew he could see everything that she had ever done or ever been through. But as Allie became more mesmerised by what the man was doing, his eyes began to take shape into ones like Johns', and she flinched…

Mischa's hand fell down upon her shoulder, shaking her to try and snap her awake.

Allie fell forward on the bed, her eyes still open but seeing nothing, for a moment all her memory was gone.

"Allie!" Mischa cried through thought, "please say I have not hurt you!"

"W-what… what happened?" Allie asked, stunned, "I was… I don't remember…"

She rubbed her eyes with the back of her hand and looked over at Mischa.

"Oh Mischa, I'm sorry… I must have startled you," she said, slightly blushing, "I was mediating and letting myself get… kinda a head of myself…"

Mischa only tilted his head to one side and shrugged.

He'd taken on his human form and seemed to be getting used to the custom ways of being a human.

His hair was short and brown, his eyes were a light crystal green, his body seemed a little too tough for a fourteen year old. He looked gorgeous if it wasn't for the stillness in the air you got when you were around him.

Allie had known him since the first day she'd left Earth to live with John and the rest of her unhuman family. From first glance, to the very first thought they'd shared, they'd become instant friends, taking on tasks that both had found difficult and some had been in between.

Never before had she seen him in human form, but what she saw, she liked.

"Are you alright Allie?" he asked now, "I will leave if I make you nervous…"

"Nervous?" she asked, dazed, "you don't make me nervous, Mischa… I'm just tired that's all…"

"Then I will leave you here to sleep," he said, turning to go, but Allie's thought caught him off guard.

"No Mischa, stay with me… I could… I could really use your company," she thought, trying to form the right words.

Mischa turned, his first human smile meeting his lips and he walked over to Allie's bedside. As Allie got under the covers, Mischa took a seat down by her feet where he sat and watched her.

No more words were said between them, there really wasn't need. She laid her head back against her pillow and snuggled in close, her smile fading as she closed her eyes, drifting into sleep.

"Good night Little Star…" Mischa whispered, his eyes going towards the night sky through the window.

Off in the distance a star twinkled brightly against the black velvet night sky.