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Wow, I'm getting these chapters up faster than I thought I would... Don't keep counting on that though! I'm bound to slow down eventually... Enjoy!

"My mother died in a house fire when I was a baby. My father was a drunk who tended to blame me and my brother for everything. When I was nine, he sent us to the orphanage. We both ran away in hopes of being able to live on our own. However, a group of men kidnapped us in hope of ransom. Then they found out what we could do." Sam paused. I assumed he was collecting his thoughts. Or possibly fabricating more story to tell… "In..." Sam's eyes brimmed with tears and he minutely trembled. "In…a fight… my brother…" His breathing hitched with the memory. "And… a man that tried to help us. They were killed. I don't… I don't really remember much after that. The remaining men and later more men used me to gather information and… to satisfy their needs.

"Eventually, I think I was fifteen or sixteen, most of the men were either killed or arrested in a bank robbery gone wrong." Sam seemed to try to compose himself. "I was sent to an insane asylum." Well that explains a lot! "After that… I don't really remember anything. I think I was catatonic while I was there. I do know that eventually, for some unknown self-preservation reasons I assume, I escaped. Wandered the streets, just a crazy, homeless freak.

"A couple years ago, I figured out that some people were after me."

"Why?"

"At first I thought it was because I escaped the asylum. But… later I learned that other people all over were disappearing for no apparent reason."

Okay, I'm not stupid. My brain put the pieces together. "People with… abilities?" Sam nodded. "So what the hell are you doing here?" I exclaimed. "Why come after me? What can I do?"

For a second, Sam looked ashamed. He looked like a little kid that was in trouble for throwing mud at his sister."I don't know if you can tell… but I'm not exactly… in good shape, so to say. I know, that you can keep a secret. Also, you're a psychic as well. Strength in numbers, ya know."

"Why tell me about your past? What does that matter?"

"Being what I am, I'll eventually learn everything about you. I want to be on even ground. I want you to trust me."

This is impossible. There is no way this is happening. Not like this. Not this fast. It's just unreal. It's like the start of a bad novel. This kid wants me to help him deal with people that… I don't even know if he's right. I mean, he seems pretty coherent now, but before… well, at least he doesn't seem dangerous.

My thoughts drifted to back to my 'previous' life. What if he comes back and he finds me with this kid…?

"I'm sorry. I can't help you." I stood and started locking the place up. "You can stay for the night but tomorrow…"

"No! Please! You have to help me!" His eyes screamed desperation and his breathing quickened.

"Calm down before you have a panic attack!" I sat back down next to him as he took a couple deep breathes. "And… I can't. I can barely support myself, let alone…"

"I'll work for you! I just…" He bowed his head in shame and his voice barely above a whisper. "I just don't want to be alone."

How could I say no to that?

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To be completely and utterly honest… this kids was really, really annoying. At night Sam made all sorts of moaning noises. Telling him to shut up didn't really help. His periods of lucidity were rare and far in between. Otherwise, he's like a mentally challenged four year old or sitting catatonic in the corner of my room muttering under his breath. I was serious wondering whether he was just you standard loony. If so, pretty smart of him to be able to con me into 'helping' him.

We never really talked which was fine by me. He never changed his clothes (Not that he had clothes to change into). I eventually got him to take a shower while I washed his clothes. My god, that was an awful smell.

He was there for a week when I finally snapped. He must be lying to me. He hasn't done anything about these 'people' that were after him. He just screwing with me!

While he was muttering in his corner I walked up to him and said, "I want you to leave, now."

Sam looked up at me in shock. "Wha…Why?"

"You lied to me. No one's after you. It's not like you've done anything to stop them or to find out more about them. You're eating my food that I can't really spare. Now get out."

"But… I…" He curled in on himself tighter. "Big brother said I could stay," he whispered.

I rolled my eyes. This is getting ridiculous. "Your brother's not even alive anymore, remember? If you don't get out now, I'm going to call the cops."

He shook his head hard and shrunk deeper in the corner. "Where are you?" he whimpered. "Why did'ya go away?" he said to no one, tears starting to run unnoticed down his face.

With an annoyed scoff, I grabbed his arm with the intention of throwing him out.

A soon as my hand touched him, he let out an ear-piercing scream. Withdrawing my hand in surprise, I stood in shock as Sam clutched his head and cried out. I slowly started to back up. His eyes were watery and unfocused. "IT WASN'T MY FAULT!" he screamed. "I JUST SAW IT! PLEASE, STOP HURTING ME!"

I froze. Oh my god…

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