Mia- thanks you so much! I know, not a lot of background info on her but I'm trying to sort everything out

Scary vampiress- I know that if I write it wrongly It will be a Mary sue but when you actually think about what a Mary sue is, shes perfection and in order for her to be perfect she has to be well perfect. :P

Starchild()- I know its kinda sad, but writing is my way of venting so a lot of the time you read my emotions through my stories. I'm glad you like it and heres another chapter!

Chapter 3-

The pain never left her during the night, the pain that seemed to burn in her heart yet freeze her very soul. She cried silent tear drops knowing no one was going to wrap their arms around her, whispers words in her ears and say "its only a dream, your brother never meant to hurt you" but he did.. 'he hurt me' she thought as she squeezed her eye shut (remember only one eye, other is closed and bandaged.) but even then she was assaulted with images of those army people, them using her powers to heal themselves...and in the process killing her.

She opened her eye and notices a tiny sliver of light coming in her window. 'The sun' She thought as she pushed herself up until she was sitting but as soon as she moved her arm she gasped. It was still in pain but the sun was rising, warmth was going to come back to her body. She pulled the blanket off her body and noticed she was wearing a strange long nightdress but that seemed to slip out of her groggy mind as she slowly swung her legs over the edge of the bed.

The floor was freezing under her bear feet and she was tempted to draw her feet back under the warm blanket but the more light peeked in the window. By the time she was standing up and noticed how weak and sore she really was but she put one foot infront of the other until she was leaning against the window rail. A small smile crossed her water logged face as she watched the sun peak over the trees, its been forever since shes seen a rising sun. It's always been bars and concrete walls. Walls that had her finger marks from her ripping at it, screaming to get out... to let her go home.

The suns shining light fell upon her face and she slowly closed her eye, her face basking in its warmth. It was almost to bright and it seemed like she was seeing fire works but she just stood there, her skin pale from not enough light giving it a pale grayish look. Her soft hair that hung limply around her head and her right hand clutched above her left elbow, she winced when her finger squeezed the bruise but she slowly managed to put the pain into a small area in the back of her mind.

That's when the old dude walked in, his wrinkled face looked like her grandfather, but he had a pointed gray hat that gave him a warm yet I'm-a- very-powerful-guy feel. He slowly walked up and stood beside her by the window and looked out over the beautiful land. A slight breeze pushed the trees back and forth in a slight hypnotic way but it soon died down and a small cloud passed over the sun, thus destroying the magical feeling that had calmed both of the beings that were watching the world.

Slowly she turned and looked at him, her eye scanned him until she deemed him not a threat. Placing one foot infront of the other she turned around and with the speed of a snail, walked back to her bed, fore her knees were about to collapse and her stomach almost succeeded doing the can-can while trying to digest itself. (AN mmm yummy......O_O mental pictures )

He talked, said strange words but to her it was just one long, buzz. It ran through her head in a mad rampage slowly ripping apart what ever peaceful control she had built around her telekinetic but as soon as it started her thin, paper like walls were back up and her energy spent. Everything seemed to blur together and colors mixed until a cool hand placed itself on her forehead and a tingly sensation drifted through her, calming her nerves that felt like a fire was licking at them.

"Do you under stand my voice now?" he said in a calming way, his crankily old eyes held a smile and lots of laughter. He even smelled of minty tabacco smoke and the wind, he didn't smell dirty like strider or like potatoes like the little guys. It was a comforting smell, it washed over her and she gave a slight nod, as if saying she did understand his words.

"What did you do" it hurt her to speak but that question started to gnaw away at her. Her voice trembled and she just had to see if he was real, slowly she reached out and poked him in the shoulder. "I'm not alone" she muttered as she slowly leaned into a hug, which Gandalf had opened up for her.

He felt funny, his wooly cloth felt itchy for a second when it touched her skin but after a few seconds it felt like her grandfathers sweater. It made her push back from Gandalf and look up into his wrinkly face. "Grampapa" she muttered as she pulled him back into a gentle hug. "You look like my grampapa" she muttered as she gripped a handful of gray robe.

"I may be able to talk to you but you will understand no body else" he said in a slow voice "the spell I cast drained a lot of my energy" he lifted her face so he could look her in the eye, he saw a small lost child with powers she had no idea how to control, a child with powers that could kill herself and so many other people along with her. Slowly he peeled back the bandage over her other eye and noticed it was almost completely healed the bruise was just a light tint on her very pale skin. "How" he started but she gave a small bitter laugh.

"Comes with the perks of my healing powers" it felt bitter, those words as she spoke them, they seemed to taint the very breath she was holding so she breathed out as if to get rid of it. "When I heal people, I absorb their wounds and if my body didn't have a way to heal me if I absorb to many then I would die. So I have better healing then a human but no where as good of healing as Weapon X" she remembered hearing about weapon X, his code name was Wolverine, one of the only other Mutants to escape the military place she was at.

"What did they do to you child" he murmured as he gently sat her back down. "I will help you with your powers but it will not be simple," he shook his head in thought. "It will not be simple at all" slowly he picked up her arm and looked it over. "a council has been called," his voice rumbled alittle bit "and your going" as soon as he said that her head snapped up, her hair was sent flying everywhere. "you're going to because frodo requested your presence"

He gave a small smile as he slowly began to walk towards the door. "the council is tomorrow, rest up, don't do anything that will hurt you even further today." He gave her a small chuckle "it'll be ok" he whispered as if trying to giver her hope.

As soon as he left she opened her mouth to speak but found a set of lyrics on her tongue, she remembered hearing the song on the radio and god she didn't like. Her brother and mom bother laughed at her when she made that statement but now, she didn't think so...the song was there bagging to be sung.

And I wanna believe you,

When you tell me that it'll be ok,

Ya I try to believe you,

But I don't

When you say that it's gonna be,

It always turns out to be a different way,

I try to believe you,

Not today, today, today, today, today...

She was cut of a timid knocking on the door, it echoed through the room and the door slowly squeaked open. One of the small guys poked his head in and gave a small shy smile when he saw her sitting up in bed with both her eyes fixed on him. Slowly he moved inside, his big...hairy bare feet slide across the floor like her big wooly socks in winter.

"Hi" she gave a small wave. He was the one that she saved..He must be Frodo. "Frodo" she pointed to him and then to her self "Chloe" she did that acouple of times until his smile turned into a big grin. "Chloe" he said in a very soft voice. He sounded like a small lost child, just like her but he had a strange sense of wisdom that rolled off him in waves...like he was forced to carry something he did not want to.

A tear slipped into his eye as he remembered her saving him but when she opened up her arms he knew, knew that she didn't hate him, didn't feel any grudge against him. "Frodo" she said in a question as he gave a weak smile as he was pulled into a hug.

She stroked his curly hair as he started to sob, tears ran down his cheeks and he let out a hiccup. She didn't know if everything was going to be ok, but she felt this deep drive, this desire to protect frodo..he was like a lost child, just like her 'and we lost children need to stick together' as she drifted off to sleep holding frodo in a comforting hug.

TBC!

Well I would write more but it's late and I'm ssssssssoooo tired! And also I wanted to put this chapter out, next chapter the council!