A/N: As you're about to find out...Calysta isn't all that evil. Actually this is gonna be a good chapter for her.

Dedication: My "evil" twin Ange. Girl....you've been there to hear me moan, whine, complain, and bitch about this all the way through. And you've been there just to talk and argue with me over....stuff Blue boy is still mine! Hehe. This one's for you. Just to show how un-evil you can be. And you got my cameo right.. don't worry about it.

Chapter 9

Imaginary

Swallowed up in the sound of my screaming

Cannot cease for the fear

Of silent nights

Oh how I long for the deep sleep dreaming

The goddess of imaginary light

In my field of paper flowers

And candy clouds of lullaby

I lie inside myself for hours

And watch my purple sky fly over me

I linger in the doorway

Of alarm clock screaming monsters

Calling my name

Let me stay

Where the wind will whisper to me

Where the raindrops as they're falling tell a story

If you need to leave the world you live in

Lay your head down and stay a while

Though you may not remember dreaming

Something waits for you to breathe again

In my field of paper flowers

And candy clouds of lullaby

I lie inside myself for hours

And watch my purple sky fly over me

Calysta stomped back to her room. Hurt him? She didn't know who he was. And something just wouldn't let her do that to her sister. Her twin sister.... it'd been forever since she had seen Phoenix. She sat down on her bed, running a hand through her hair. She didn't belong here...nor did she want to be here. And Eva did nothing to help. She sighed picking up a picture. A young man stared back at her, his soft black hair spiked...he had always done that. She let her eyes roam over the picture again. He had stunning gray eyes. Nice body too.... she smiled letting a tear roll down her cheek.

Evyn had been so good to her. And she'd had to do that to him. Just because he was going to tell her dad what Trista was going to do. Trista....the head of the Agency. The one that would have hurt him herself if Calysta hadn't. Stupid blonde whore. Calysta lay back on her bed sobbing softly, her soft white hair falling in her face.... as if to shield her from sight.

`-`-`-`Flashback`-`-`-`

"Calysta! Get in here! Now!" A voice had called to her. The voice had lost its sexy, smooth ring. Calysta had run into the office as if the whips of hell were on her heels. Trista was sitting there; her soft blonde hair all bunched up into a messy braid. Her suit was all black of course... black tube top, black pants, black stilettos...she could be gorgeous without trying.

"Yeah Trista? Anythin' Ah can do for ya?" She'd asked, tugging nervously at her soft, chin length white hair. She'd never be confident around her boss. Who was? I mean the lady was full of venom... willing to strike out at anyone who disobeyed her.

"Ah Calysta... always the loyal friend. It seems your boyfriend has been... a very bad boy"

"Bad? No Trista... Ah don't think he has..."

"Excuse me? Did I ask you to speak? No I did not.... take him out. Not permanently... he could be of use to me later. Just enough hospitalize him"

"Trista.... no. Please don' make me do this. Ah can't....please. Anythin' but that" Calysta pleaded, her soft blue eyes growing misty. This was something she never wanted to do.

"Do it.. or I will do it myself. And get it done now! Then rush in here and call 911. They like me and wont suspect a thing. Make something up about his "accident". whatever you like"

Calysta nodded, rushing out of the office. She grabbed Evyn's hand, he had been waiting for her, gently pulling him into an empty room.

"Calysta? Honey what's wrong?" he asked her, gently cupping her face in his hands. Tears were flowing down her face now, and she almost never cried. She pushed him away, gently touching a hand to his forehead. He tried to disappear into the shadows, but it was too late. She had sent a shock of energy at him, hard enough to make him stumble back and slam his head onto the sharp edge of a stainless steel table. She stood there for a minute, watching the blood collect around his head.

"I love you Evyn. I didn't want her to hurt you"

She fled from the room, now prepared to do what she had been told, call for an ambulance....

`-`-`-`End of Flashback`-`-`-`

'Calysta? Sis? What is it?' a soft southern voice rang in her head.

'Oh Phoenix! Ah'm coming home...please wait for me?' she answered back telepathically.

'Alright. Don't worry.. I'll tell dad. We'll come for you. Where are you?'

'Thank you.. meet me at the base of the Rocky Mountains '

She stood up, gathering all of her things and shoving them into a backpack. She walked out the door, stopping to gaze in one last time at some of the people she'd learned to love. She went outside and gazed around. How would she get to her family? She was surrounded by snow. Then she remembered. That stupid snow mobile...the one they'd made a path for. To get down from the mountain. She slid her backpack on her back and a helmet on her head climbing onto the thing. She started it and took off, heading back to the life she wanted to start....hopefully with Evyn. If she could find him....