Author's note- Sorry for the wait guys, took me forever to write this chapter. Hopefully I can update Rebuilding the Night Class for those of you who read both of my stories soon.

Chapter 2

She sat there; hands limp on the comforter as she stared unseeingly at them. Her best friend, Veronika, was sitting beside her, trying to get a read on her emotions. She wouldn't be able to at the moment, for the girl didn't even know what she was feeling herself.

"Maggie?" Veronika asked hesitantly in a worried voice.

Her head snapped upwards at her name, realization hit her like a tidal wave. A giddy sense of relief washed through her, now that she knew her long wait would soon be over. She would find out her purpose soon, the reason to why she was here on Earth as the next Lady Magdalene. Smiling, she turned to Veronika. "Maybe I'll get my memories back."

Light shined in her eyes as she mused over that thought. Maggie had appeared at the Order ten years ago at the age of six. All she had was the clothes on her back; she didn't even remember her own name. The Order took her in, dubbing her Maggie once Veronika proclaimed her the next Lady Magdalene. She'd lived in New York ever since, spending most of her free time with Veronika.

Now, Veronika was a girl just as strange as Maggie. She had come to the Order two years before the Lady. Her parents thought it would be the best place for their Gifted little daughter, the Seer. She had originally been thought of as the next Lady Magdalene, but she quickly set out to set them straight. She was mere assistance for the next Chosen one of God.

Most at the Order thought of them as an odd pair. Maggie had a bright fire lit in her soul whereas Veronika was thought of being cold. It was their Gifts and pasts (or lack thereof) that had molded them into the people they were today.

Maggie surged forward, always making friends and memories. She religiously kept a journal and took pictures, just in case something happened. She didn't want to have nothing to connect her back to her past twice. Being left memory less had brought feelings of emptiness and loneliness, like she was a mere hollow shell reflecting the image of her former self.

She wanted to know that girl, the person she'd been before. What her likes and dislikes were, who was her family and friends, did she have any pets? She yearned for these answers, to just get a taste of her previous life, her previous self. This was the darkness that in moments of solitude that would consume her heart.

Veronika's troubles were the opposite of Maggie's. While her best friend struggled to remember, she wished to forget. Visions of the future and unwanted truths had plagued her since she was a kid, and all she could hope for was that one day they'd be burned from her mind forever.

She saw things a toddler shouldn't have known about. Lies and betrayals. Gruesome deaths and horrific injuries. Sure, there were good ones too, visions of joy and happiness, love and caring. But those pin pricks of light were always snuffed out by the dark.

So, honestly half the time she was in a medical daze (that very few people knew about).

Of course, Maggie knew. She always helped her friend keep that secret. It was better for her to be secretly hopped up on drugs then driven to the point of insanity.

Maggie snapped out of wandering thoughts when her friend moaned, her eyes rolling into the back of her head. She watched warily, waiting for Veronika to return to her normal state of mind.

Veronika staggered for a second, then sighed in relief. "Get dressed. We'll meet someone important today."

Fail chapter is fail…and very cheesy. Where the hell did it all come from! –headkeyboard-