Sorry about my hiatus, guys! I have been sooooo busy lately with school and music and swimming and moving... Anyway, you can expect a lot more from me now! Especially since I am moving to a new state and will be a complete loner with a lot more spare time! xD Anyways, enjoy, favorite, review, PM, all of that fun stuff!

"Hey, Paxton?"

"Mmmmmyes?"

Naomi looked over to the boy who was hanging upside down of the monkey bars beside her. "Who is that girl I keep seeing again?"

"How many times do I have to say this?" he said, getting huffy with his younger friend.

"Pleeeeeease? It's REALLY important."

Paxton let himself drop from the monkey bars, doing a front flip so that he may land on his feet. "She's just a girl, Naomi. Just think of her as a friend." Frustrated, Naomi let herself drop in the same fashion as Paxton.

"But why can't you tell me who she is?" Paxton roughly grabbed her by the wrist and lead her to the marry-go-round forcefully.

"You're not ready yet, Naomi. You'll be ready soon, but not today. Now spin me really fast!" With an angry sigh, she watched as Paxton sprawled himself out on the circular platform, linking his arms on the bars. With a grunt, she began to spin him counter clockwise. For a fit, skinny boy, he was extremely heavy.

"She comes to me a lot and tells me that we need to work together. I don't know what for or why, but I would like to know and you seem to be the only one who does know!" She snapped out of her ranting when she noticed that he wasn't paying any attention to her whatsoever. He was too busy quietly giggling and staring deeply into the sky with dizzy eyes. She rolled her eyes and quietly growled under her breath as she swiftly jumped on the spinning plat form with him. Resting her head next to his, they both giggled together as the marry-go-round got slower and slower. Once it finally stopped, the both laid on it, panting and letting their feet dangle off the edge as they looked up at the spinning sky. Once the sky began to go back to its normal state, Paxton slowly inched his hand over to Naomi's, gently taking it into his. Naomi let her eyebrows furrow as she turned her head to give Paxton a confused look. Without even looking at her, Paxton finally began to speak, not even returning her glare and not allowing the smile to leave his face.

"Her name is Alma," he said gently and peacefully. "And she is my mother." Without another word, he got up, letting himself lose grip of Naomi's hand, and ran off to the swings. Still somewhat confused, Naomi followed him, letting that single sentence replay in her head over and over again. She watched him climb onto a swing gleefully. She wanted to ask what he meant decided against it. She didn't need any more cryptic messages from her friend.

Before she could get on a swing, she heard Paxton skid to a complete stop, giving her a serious, almost angry and bloodthirsty stare.

"But you can't tell ANYBODY!" he said firmly, putting emphasis in every word. Naomi's breathing hitched. She has never seen him so angry and violent before.

"Why?" she asked, her voice shaky.

"Because if you do, we won't be able to play together anymore and they will punish me AND her!"

"I'm sure that we would still be able to play together, Paxton!" she said, trying to simultaneously comfort and convince him. His face contorted from a violent frown to a single raised eyebrow.

"I didn't mean you and me. I meant me and her." Naomi furrowed her eyebrows, somewhat hurt that her only friend cared more about someone else than her.

"But Genevieve says-"

"I don't CARE what Genevieve says," he interrupted. "You better not say a single word to her about Mother OR ELSE!" Still somewhat frightened by his violent, angry manner, Naomi stood frozen, unsure what to say or do. She watched as Paxton slowly extended his arm, letting his pinky finger stick out. She sighed as she linked her much smaller finger with his.

"No crossies count," he reminded her. She nodded her head in agreement as she watched his angry face dissolved into his usual happy manner. Before another word was said, she heard a familiar voice in the walking towards them.

"I hope you two enjoyed your playtime together," Genevieve said with a fake cheerfulness in her voice. "But Naomi must be going." Without another word or any warning, Naomi felt Genevieve grip her hand as she pulled her off the swing and lead her back into the compound. Naomi looked back at Paxton who was still on the swing, giving her a reassuring look. Naomi knew what he was saying with his eyes.

Keep quiet. Don't say a word about her.

Naomi turned back as she watched the giant steel doors slide open. She sighed as she was lead through the winding hallways of doors, equipment, and men in lab coats, knowing that she was about to be probed with questions about her time with Paxton. Once the giant door to her room was opened, she immediately ran to her blanket, which was carelessly thrown onto her bed in a pile of dirty pink. She rubbed it on her cheek gleefully, taking in the comfort it brought with its company.

"So tell me, Naomi," she heard a voice say from behind her. She turned to see Genevieve, already in her set up folding chair, the child seat set up across from her. "What did you and your friend Paxton do today?" Naomi slowly shuffled over to her seat, blanket still pressed up around her cheek and under her skin.

"We played," she replied, shyly, looking down at her hospital gown as if to find faults to nitpick.

"I see," Genevieve said cheerfully. "Did you guys have fun on the playground?"

Gentle nodding.

"Did you play on the new marry-go-round?"

More gentle nodding.

"Well, did you guys talk about anything in particular?"

Naomi looked up from her lap to see Genevieve's impatient, expectant face. Nervously, Naomi shook her head no, remembering the promise she made to her one and only true friend.

"You guys had to have had SOME conversation," Genevieve said, trying to control her temper but letting the smile leave her face. "What did he say?" Naomi shook her head as if to say no to the question.

"Naomi, did he bring up a little girl?" Naomi looked back down at her lap and shook her head, clutching her blanket even tighter. "Naomi, I have absolutely no patience for lying. I will ask you one more time, but if I don't hear what I need to hear, I will have to take abrasive action. Did he talk to you about a little girl?" Naomi paused as if to consider her options then reluctantly shook her head one final time. Genevieve sighed and pinched the bridge of her nose, getting up and folding her metal chair.

"I really didn't want to have to do this Naomi, but you leave me no other choice." Genevieve approached a saddened and frightened Naomi and ripped the blanket out of her grip. Naomi looked at her with horrified, hurt eyes.

"This is going in the trash where it belongs. You aren't EVER getting it back. This is what happens when you push me to my limits, Naomi." She watched Genevieve exit her room with the only piece of the outside world and the only thing that linked her to her past, more normal life as she felt angry, anguished tears burn her eyes. She ran to her bed and buried her face into her pillow, trying not to scream out of emotional pain as she felt her bed begin to levitate due to her uncontrollable power. In the corner of the room, a young girl with black hair, pale skin, and bloodied legs watched her, as if she were planning her next move.

The girl smiled.