A/N: I'm baaacck!

Disclaimer: You people are really sick. I mean really sick to remind me about what I don't have. You are the kind of people who would overfeed a fish to watch it pop. Sickos.

I was born in a laboratory, as did my mother, father, brother and sister. I was the second born. I was born with markings all over my body and for them, my mother named me Stella.

We lived a normal life. Or as normal as you can get living in a cell for the first five years of your life. I was completely content, not knowing the outside world. The only thing I ever asked for was a last name. They would not give me one, saying I did not earn it. My Father sometimes went through the only door and would come back sad, but he said that the smiles on his children's faces made him happy once again. For this reason, I smiled all the time.

My brother loved me. He would play with me and teach me things that Mother and Father couldn't. He would protect me when they came to get me and would always end up hurting in the end. We had a special bond that never broke. We loved each other unlike they said they loved us and even more than our parents did. We sang the slaves' song, and when we did, it was almost as if Mother didn't understand us. The first verse is all I can remember now.

Feel the crack of the whip on my shoulder

Ignore the sweat going down my brow

Pay our heed no mind

We can hear our people cry

But for now.

Deliver us! Deliver us!

To the promise land!

My sister, Lysistrata, was born when I was five. They said it was because the 'last one' was such a disappointment. Mother and Father tried to tell me otherwise, but I knew. I knew that there wasn't something right with me. Lia was born and when Demetry and I were allowed in to see her, I smelled something bad. It wasn't waste or even blood. It was something else. It made my hair stand on end. Demetry said he felt it too. My mother looked sadly at her baby when we told her, but said nothing.

As the child grew, her dark hair turned white as did her pupils. She was tested more than any of us, and I admired her for that. For her bravery of being stuck with needles at least four times a day. When she was five, Demetry and I would play with her, but when she held the dolls we made for her, no love came. She bit their heads off. She would spend hours playing with the plastic figurines they gave her. Demetry and I refused to even pick them up. But she would set them up for hours on end, and then, she would destroy them. She would stomp on them and find a way to lift earth and water even though none was allowed in the room.

One day, when I was ten, they came again and brought Mother in chains. She returned unconscious later. Father was next, and he did not come back in any better condition. When they came for Demetry, and me he fought harder than I had ever seen him fight, and this was the first time he was in a panic. They beat him senseless and dragged me away. They ran some tests and I pretended to be unconscious. I heard them talking.

"Look how weak she is. She fell asleep under half the amount of anesthesia she should have." One said.

"She is worthless." Said the older one.

"She'll be used on the front lines, just like we always planned."

That is when I realized, that I was born to die. I was born to die protecting my little sister. They brought me back and brought Demetry in. That is when I decided that I would perfect my skills.

I did, in secret, which was hard because there were cameras everywhere. I did it until my powers could beat Lia's, but I never tested them out. My brother saw me once and helped me. One day, he took me aside and nothing was ever the same.

He sat me down in my bed and sat in his. I fiddled with the white blanket until he spoke.

"Stella, you know, I'm going out with Dad to do some… work tomorrow. I want you to be strong, and if I don't come back, I want you to remember that I am finally free."

"Will you come back for me?" I asked with all the innocence in my ten-year-old heart.

"I'm not sure I can do that, but I will try." He told me.

The next day he did as he promised and left with Father. He came back tired and ignored me for the first time in my life when I asked what the red spot on his collar was. He continued to leave with Father, and it would always be the same.

One night, I heard men's talking while everyone, even Father, was asleep. I crept out of bed and touched the door with my yellow glow. No one knew I could do this, except Demetry.

"We will send them out tomorrow." They said. "One of the Crusnicks have been unleashed into our city. We must destroy it."

I woke everyone and told them what was happening, and then Father did the unthinkable. He opened the door. He led us all out in nothing but our nightclothes into the streets. He told me it was a game of tag, and that if we got caught, we would go back into the lab forever. Me, I loved my new freedom and did everything I could with it.

Over the next year, we were fugitives and were on the run. I saw the glaciers of the north and tropical fish in the south. I learned more about the outside world in that year than most Terrans do in their entire lives.

Then one day, we were found. We didn't know it, but Lia had told on us. She never wanted to be out, she wanted to do everything exactly to their wishes. We were captured, beaten and put back in our lab that I called a prison after the freedom. We were told that the only way we could make up for running away was that Father and Demetry had to go and hunt the Crusnick.

They left, but when they returned, I noticed something was not quite right. Demetry clutched his necklace all the time and it had turned from golden to red. Father's too. Finally, they told me what happened when they learned the truth about all of our fates.

They had made a pact with the Crusnick. Both Titans and the Crusnick put their blood into each other's necklace. The pact involved the entire family. If anyone from the Crusnick's or our family held the necklace and needed help, it would come. That is why the vampires all listen when I talk. The Crusnick and I hold power over them. We would know who gets the necklace by the way the energy moves around the person.

My Father and brother both said that on that night we were all going to die except Lia. Lia would be the only one to live because she was still useful. We were all soft and loved freedom.

When the man with the needle came, we ran. We ran to the top of the tower, because there was nowhere else to go. Father paced, wondering what to do next when Lia came, floating up through the ground like some sort of ghost.

She smiled raised her hand, and clenched it. Mother screamed and died seconds later without any blood on the floor. Father, by now far into his maddened state, attacked his daughter. She finished him off a few seconds later. As the blood began to creep towards me, Demetry told me not to look, but I did.

Demetry was far faster than Father and was able to knock her to the ground a few times before he drew him sword. She tries to plead with him, sniveling like the five year old she was but wasn't. He pierced her heart, but somehow she still lived. When Demetry went to check on me, she attacked. The sword stopped inches from my nose.

Something in me snapped. I screamed and realized that this was my maddened state. I raised the ground around her and choked her lungs with water, but I didn't let her die. I used my light, a once pure thing, to bring down the storm. I can't remember how, but I did it. The wind blew off the roof. And I called down the lightening. I had it course through her, slowly leeching the life away. As I killed her, she smiled at me.

"You are not the weak one." She said and then she died.

I turned back to my brother, who was sitting on death's doorstep. He handed me something, but I threw it away and hugged him. I told him to let me save him, I knew I could, but he shook his head.

"To do so would put your life in danger. Go now, I want you to pick up the necklace and leave here."

I picked up the necklace but turned back to him. "I don't want you to die alone." I said.

"Everyone dies alone whether it is a peasant on his deathbed surrounded by friends or a prince in a cave." He told me. "Leave here, Stella. And don't forget to deliver us to the promise land." He smiled and shuddered as he pushed me away.

My sister was named Lysistrata. It means Army killer. And that she did. She killed the army of Titans who were able to bring the vampiaraic and Crusinick world to their knees without killing or hurting anyone.

I ran, leaving my beloved brother behind. I ran out into the streets, but everyone knew what I did. They pointed to me and told me they had given me a last name. They wanted to give me a name to brand me; to show the world that I was a cold-blooded killer. For that reason, I was named IceHeart.

A/N: I felt bad, so here you go! Two chapter and it is not even 6 o'clock.