A/N: Hey guys! You seem to like this story, so here I am, out with another chapter- hope you enjoy :)

Chapter 3

What Goes Around, Comes Around

My eyes were still closed, but I began to slightly waking up again. Meaning, I could hear the people who had rescued me, talking over me. A girl said: "Is she dead?" A guy said: "I don't hope so..." Another guy, who was right over me and whose voice was deeper than the other said: "She's breathing. And her pulse is stable, but she might have got a slight cocussion by hitting that container..."

Concussion? What was he talking about? I tried to open my eyes. My eyeslids quivered. The first guy: "She's waking up!" I opened my eyelids slowly and stared right into a pair of green eyes. I blinked a couple of times before getting the blur away and seeing clearly. It was a boy.

I figured that he was the deep voice closest to me, since, well, he was right above me. Not only did he have a abnormal deep voice for a teenager- by the looks of his slightly oily skin and the slight smell of boy-sweat that came from him, he was deffenetly a teenage-boy- but his eyes were also the most intence color green I've ever seen. It was almost like they were...glowing.

As I slowly tried to get up, the boy moved away, giving me more space. When I got into a half sitting position, I got a look on the two others. A boy and a girl, as asumed. The boy looked to have asian-features, allthough his hair had a light, blond color. His brown, almond shaped eyes were watching me with concern.

The girl on the other hand, had a more snarky frown on her face, allthough her dark eyes looked also a bit worried. Even though she, opposite the boy by her side, had pitch black hair, if you looked long enough, you could see that they had some of the same features. Like the shape of the face, the nose...

I stopped myself before I got carried away. Noses aren't your top priority right now, Chloe. Yes, right... I looked analyzing at the three teenagers in front of me. "Who are you people?" I asked.

The group looked nervously between eatchother. Even the green-eyed boy, the one that seemed to be their leader of some sort, had an irretaded scrowl on his face. These people sure didn't like answering questions. In the end, the green-eyed boy cought my glare and said with a calm voice: "Maybe we should ask you the same."

I looked confuced at him. "What?" To my suprise, he rolled his eyes wih a grunt. He sure didn't seem like the rolling-eyes type, when you think of his size. Even kneeling down, he was almost a head taller than me. Not to talk about his general size. I bet he could lift little-100 pound me with as much ease as one would lift a kitten.

All and all, he was the most terrifying of the three. Deffenetly not the one I wanted to mess with. And then he, to my horror, asked: "Who are you?" A momment of sillence.

I tried to swallow the tennisball in my throat, but without success. I couldn't tell them who I was. They would think I'm crazy. Yes, they had probably just saved my life, but God knows why on earth they would do that. Maybe they wanted to kill me as well?

Oh my god, Chloe, could you be more rediculous? Why on earth would they save you if they wanted to kill you? I don't know, okay? Sorry for being paranoid after my aunt had kept this whole ghost-talking-dead-rising-thing away from me my whole life. How am I supposed to trust anyone after that? Good point.

Suddenly and completely out of the blue, Liz appered between the two guys, who were standing closest to me. "Chloe, you can trust them. They are my friends," she said. I looked confuced at her. "What do you mean by friends, Liz?" I asked her, completely forgetting my audience. The black-haired girl looked at me with horror. "Did you say 'Liz'?" The two guys looked confuced at me. Oh crap.

"Ehm...I-I-I..." For some reason, the sentence I see dead people popped up in my head. Yeah, like saying that would totaly make sence now. It didn't matter though, because at that moment, I couldn't get any sentence out of my mouth, no matter how hard I tried. So I just went my the simple answer: "Yes?..." That seemed to only make my setuation worse, as the group, once again, shared that three-way look and their faces got even more terrified.

"Maybe..." the boy with almond-eyes and blond hair said slowly, looking carefully at me. "The more appropriate question would be: What are you?" Now that, I deffenetly cannot answer.

The girl looked at the boy with a frown. "Isn't it obvious? She's one of those...dead-talking people," she said and looked annoyed at the boys. Well, she wasn't wrong, that's for sure. "What are they called now..." She looked around on the three of us and snapped her fingers slightly, trying to remember. "Necromancers," the green-eyed boy said and looked at me.

Or eyes met and I knew my secret was out. They knew what I was. But, then again...they knew the word, so maybe, just maybe, they weren't murderous. I qucky looked away, his eyes were too intence for me. How can a human-being have such intence eyes? I don't know. But either way, he had them. And they intimidated the shit out of me everytime our eyes met.

"Is that what you are? A necromancer?" the blond boy asked. I looked up at him and nodded slightly. "Yeah.." I sighted. He nodded. "And you can see Liz right now, right?" the girl asked with exitement. I looked up at where Liz stood. She smiled friendly at me. "See, I told you they weren't that bad," she said. "Yeah..." I said, both to her and the girl.

To my suprise, the girl made a gasping-sobbing sound and took her hands on her mouth. "Oh my god, Liz," she said with a shivering voice. "Hi, Tori," Liz said and looked at the girl. "Ehm...Liz says hi," I maneged to get out.

The girl looked at me with wet eyes. "Tell her...tell her I'm so sorry," she said. I tried to smile but instead made an uneasy half-smirk. "She can hear you," I said. "It's okay Tori. It wasn't you fault," Liz said.

"And she says it's okay," I said. The girl, Tori, broke out in tears. The blond boy walked over to her and she buried her head in his chest. He, awkwardly and a bit surprised, put his arms around her and patted her on the back with a sight. He looked at me over her shoulder.

"Liz was hospitalized at Lyle House at the same time as us. One day, she freaked out and the next day she was gone. We never saw her again, but we didn't think she was...well..." Tori sobbed again.

The blond boy continued: "Afterwerds, we began to notice some...strange things. Or, well, Derek did," he nodded at the green-eyed boy. I quickly looked at him, before returning my gaze to the blond boy. "He always notices everything. At first, we thought that we, me and him that is, were the only supernaturals there..." There it was, that word again. Supernaturals. It seemed to follow me every where I go...

No wonder, since I am a newly-discovered supernatural myself, but seriously, why would I escape from my lying-aunt, escape to try to get a normal, possibly homeless life, just to get involved with some other supernaturals? But, I guess, as the former NSYNC member once said, what goes around, comes around.

"...but after the incident with Liz, it all just got, well, weirder. Another girl, Rae, set fire to the table at breakfast while arguing with Tori..." the boy looked down at the girl in his arms, "and Tori...well, you could say that she discovered a new side of herself a well. And by that I mean sorcery. Like me," he winked at me and gave me a small smirk, trying to lighten up the mood, I guess.

"And so, with two other, possible supernaturals, we, or Derek, figured that something didn't quite add up. I mean, sure, some supernatural powers could sound like a mental illness, if you adjust the symtoms right, so the chances ending up at a group home for troubled teenagers arent that small. But all of us being supernatural? That was against the odds.

So, we planned an escape. It took us some time to get the girls on it, but in the end we somehow maneged to do that. Beive it or not," he winked at the green-eyed boy, Derek, and I quickly looked at him, only to see the serious drag on his mouth turn a little upwords in a almost-non-existing smirk. Was that an inside joke or something?

The blond boy sighted: "But, as all plans, also this one had it flaws. Or more like one. You see, Rae turned out to be a snitch. She had told the nurces about our plan. So, at the night of our escape, the hell broke loose. Somehow, we maneged to escape, and have lived on the streets ever since. Or plan is to..." he stopped himself as he made eyecontact with Derek.

I looked at him once more, thinking that if I kept turning my head so quicly, I'll end up getting a whiplash. He was slightly shaking his head as he looked the blond boy in the eyes. What was that all about?

The blond boy cleared his throat: "Anyways, a couple of days ago, those two guys tried to kidnap us, just like they did to you. Only...it was a bit of an unfair fight..." Another smirk in Dereks direction. "...Or, sort of. See, I am a sorcer allright, but my magic is a little...mmm...slow. I have to practise and practise before I can even make a basketball float, but Tori on the other hand..."

Tori looked up at him with a scrowl on her face. "Tori, what?" She shaked his arms of her and took a step away. She looked just as annoyed as before, the only proof to her earlier breakdown was the stain on the blond boys shirt and her slightly salted cheeks, that she quickly dried off with the palm of her hand.

"Tori," the boy continued, "didn't even have to say the endlessly hard spells. The only thing she had to do was to freak out and everybody around her dropped dead." I gasped. Dead? Tori, not notising my terrified look, just scrowled at the blond boy and said: "You're just jalous, Simon." The blond boyy, Simon, looked at me and saw my terrified frown.

"No, no, not like, litterly dead. She just zapped them." Simon pionted to his left, furter up the alley, where the two attackers still were lying, and not moving. "Don't worry, we still got an hour or two. When she knocks them out, they stay out, ain't that right?" Simon nudged Tori with his elbow. She gave him a half-smirk and her cheeks turned slightly pink. "Whatever," she mumbled.

My eyes fell over Liz, who had sit down on the ground and was looking at Simon like a child looks at a storyteller. She had her elbow on her knee and her chin rested on her palm. She turned her head to me with a smile. "Don't worry, Chloe," she said, "I know they seem a little...bizarre, but they are allright. They'll help you." I looked confuced at her. "How's that?"

All their eyes turned on me. "What did you say?" Tori asked, returning to her, I figured ususal, slightly annoyed tone. I pointed at Liz. Her mouth wided in suprise. "She's still here?" I nodded to her, before returning my gaze to Liz. "What do you mean by ´they'll help me´?" I asked. She shrug. "Why don't you start with telling them about yourself, see where that leads too?" she said with a smirk. I shot her a confuced glare. "Okaaay then..."

I looked up at the group. Guess the moment of truth was upon us. "But first, can we get something to eat? I am starving," I said and looked questioning at the four of them. Simon and Tori looked confuced at me, but Derek, to my suprise, gave me a smirk. "Now that sounds like a plan," he said and our eyes met. I couldn't help giving him a smirk back.

A/N: So, what do you think? Exposition enough for you? Rewiews are appreciated :))) Have a great day : *

Sencerly, Violet Scriptor