Angel McNealson held her sister and brother close as a quartet of nurses rushed by. "Angie?" A tiny voice whispered. The red head looked down at the small boy who had spoken. "Is Daddy gonna be okay?"

Angie sighed and knelt in front of the little boy. "Of course he is, Charlie. Daddy's gonna be just fine."

The little girl hiccupped and opened her mouth. "Wha 'bout Momma?" She asked. "Momma gone come back?"

Angie felt a tear slide from her eyes as she pulled the children closer and fought the sadness welling up inside her.

Grew up in a small town

And when the rain would fall down

I'd just stare out my window

Dreaming of what could be

And if I'd end up happy

I would pray (I would pray)

"Miss McNealson?"

Angie looked up at the blue-suited woman before her. "Yes, ma'am?"

"I'm here to ask a few questions of you and your siblings."

Angie nodded. "I understand." She whispered. "I'll go in get them."

With that, the freckled teen stood and slipped into the hospital room in which her siblings were resting.

Trying hard to reach out

But when I'd try to speak out

Felt like no one could hear me

Wanted to belong here

But something felt so wrong here

So I'd pray (I would pray)

I could breakaway

"Can you remember anything at all about the man that attacked your family?" The tall, dark-skinned woman asked as her partner pulled a tape recorder out and set it on the table, a black sketch pad and graphite pencil in hand.

Angie nodded and the little boy at her side popped his mouth open. "He had a weird hand, didn't he Cassie?" He said.

The little blue-eyed girl next to him nodded and stuck a thumb in her mouth. "Was shiny." She muttered around the finger. "Made Charlie's arm all red an' sticky…"

"Anything else?" The man with the big glasses asked. "Anything about his face? Or maybe you saw what color his hair was?"

Angie sighed and launched into a full description of the man who had killed her mother, critically wounded her father, and broken her little brothers arm.

I'll spread my wings and I'll learn how to fly

I'll do what it takes till I touch the sky...

And I'll make a wish, take a chance

Make a change, and breakaway

Out of the darkness and into the sun,

But I won't forget all the ones that I love

I'll take a risk, Take a chance,

Make a change, and breakaway.

Angie moaned into her pillow and rolled over. "C'mon McNealson!" An aggravatingly nasal voice whined in her ear. "You're gonna make us late!"

"Go without me, then." The brown-eyed red head answered. "I'm too tired to go."

"Pfft! Yeah. Right. Like I'd risk summoning something from another world without and experienced witchling!" The voice came again. "Get your ass out of bed!"

"Go 'way!" Angie muttered. The person vanished only to reappear at her side and flip her out of bed.

Wanna feel the warm breeze

Sleep under a palm tree

Feel the rush of the ocean

Get on board a fast train

Travel on a jet plane, far away

And breakaway...

Angie sighed. "I don't suppose we could NOT do this…"

The Asian girl at her side laughed quietly. "No way! It'll be fun!"

"Yeah!" The speaker had bubble-gum pink hair with baby blue streaks in it and an old once-white-now-yellow shirt with blue paint spattered all over it.

"Well, why'd we have to bring Charlie and Cass? I don't want them involved in this!"

A boy with purple hair and a pink tie-dye shirt looked over at her. "What? You'd rather leave the rugrats unsupervised with that fat old cow inside?"

Angie's eyes widened. "Never mind." She whispered.

That set the other three teens laughing as the little group headed towards the heavily forested park nearby.

I'll spread my wings and I'll learn how to fly

I'll do what it takes till I touch the sky

And I'll make a wish, take a chance,

Make a change, and breakaway...

"So, now what?" The dark-eyed Asian asked her friend, the resident witchling.

Angie sighed. "Well, for one, we need the chalk. Do you have it, Rayne?"

The pink-haired girl laughed and hefted up a bag of white chalk. The kind they use on baseball fields. "Right here, boss-lady!" She cried happily.

"Good. Breeze, I want you to draw a pentagram with a six foot radius in the middle of the clearing." The blue-haired teen nodded and snatched the bag from his sister as Angie turned back to the two girls. "Crystal, I want you get the stuff out of my bag and get it ready. Do it just like I showed you and NO exceptions! Rayne, go help your brother while I get the kids into the trees, okay?"

The two girls nodded and bounced to their jobs as Angie took her siblings hands and led them away.

Out of the darkness and into the sun

I won't forget all the ones that I love

I gotta take a risk, Take a chance,

Make a change, and breakaway...

"Now you two be good and no matter what you see or hear. STAY IN THE TREES!" The children nodded at their older sister and she turned back to the clearing.

Buildings with a hundred floors

Swinging 'round revolving doors

Maybe I don't know where they'll take me,

But I Gotta keep moving on, moving on

Fly away, Breakaway

Crystal and Rayne finished placing the needed components for the spell in the center of the clearing. A bowl of water, a lit candle, and an old bottle of red wine. "Now what, freaky person?" Rayne asked.

"Now we draw a circle at the top-most point and stand on the others." Angie replied. Breeze did as she said and the four teens moved into position. "When I say three we'll start the incantation. Everyone ready?" At their nods she began to count. "One." Her heart gave a flutter of nervousness. "Two." Her stomach answered the call. "Three." Her head began pounding as she and her friends raised their arms and voices, calling upon a power long forgotten by mortal men.

"We call upon the earth and sea. We call upon fire and wind. Answer our cry and bring to us forth, a power above powers, a strength of great worth. So mote it be!"

There was silence and one by one they lowered their arms and looked around. The wind stilled and the lit candle went out. Angie looked at the bowl and watched as the water lay motionless. "LOOK!" Breeze cried, pointing at the bottle of wine. The three girls did his bidding and stared in shock at the bottle. Where wine once filled it, seeing as it had never been opened, it now lay empty.

I'll spread my wings

And I'll learn how to fly,

Though it's not easy to tell you goodbye

The wind began to howl about them and there was a flash of multicolored light. The two small children ran from the trees towards their sister, reaching the chalk-encircled point of the star at the same time. The light flashed again and everything went dark.

I Gotta take a risk, Take a chance,

Make a change, and breakaway...

Hours later, the four teens and two younglings woke to find themselves surrounded by trees and small glowing lights. "Where are we?" Crystal wondered out loud.

A giggling chime sounded throughout the tiny new clearing and a young boy dressed like a fox popped out of the trees. "You're in Neverland!" He said with a smirk.

Angie rolled her eyes. "What on earth are you talking about?" She asked.

Out of the darkness and into the sun

But I won't forget of the place I come from

Gotta take a risk, Take a chance,

Make a change, and breakaway...

The boy laughed and shot into the air. "Like I said, it's Neverland!"

Angie, Breeze, Rayne, Crystal, Charlie, and Cassie stared at the boy for a moment before Angie promptly passed out.

Breakaway

Breakaway...