Mizuki: I'm not even going to bring in a commentary because I know you guys have been waiting for this. In my defense, we actually had to got out and get a new computer and it won't hook up to Microsoft Word!

"You ready for this Sis," Logan asked me as we stared at the screen. "We don't have to do this." his voice was gentle. He wanted to give me the chance to back out now.

"No," I said. "We do have to do this." That's when I pressed the button. There was a flash of light, and everything was black.

.:Flashback (I'll make it long as an apology):.

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Mr. Reese was here again, and he was really mad. "I have the right to see them. They're my children! You're lucky that I let you keep them!"

"Father," I said, my voice quivering a bit as I coughed. I' been even more sick in the last few day than ever before. "What is he talking about?" I was young, no more than 7. I still didn't understand that parents could lie to their children.

"Yeah Mr. Jonson," Edward said. He was a tall, lanky boy with bronze hair and brown eyes. "What is he talking about?" He was a dear friend of mine and I loved it when he visited me, so did big brother Logan. We were both born really sick We didn't get to go to school a lot because of that. The only one who ever visited us other than Mother and Daddy was Edward, and he was always nice to us. He acted like a big brother to us. One time, when we could actually go to school, there was this really big kid who was beating up Logan and his friends were gonna hit me, but Edward stopped them. He scratched them in the face and they couldn't see through one eye for a while.

"Don't worry about it," Daddy said. "I think your mother's trying to get him to let Edward here spend the night. I'll go see if I can sway the vote." He got up and kissed both our foreheads before leaving.

"Edward," Logan said from his bed, "Do you think he'll let you stay this time?"

"Probably not," Edward said. "I don't think he'll ever let me stay. He doesn't like your dad much." He shrugged his shoulders.

"Mother will get him to," I said confidently. Mr. Reese always listened to Mother. "Then maybe he'll get you to stay forever!"

He chuckled darkly as he sat on my bed next to me. "I don't think my step-father would mind getting rid of me," he said. Mr. Reese wasn't Edward's real dad. His real dad died a long time ago from influenza. His mom married Mr. Reese for protection for Edward, but she died the same way soon afterward. I think that's why he cries sometimes when I cough too hard. It reminds him of when his family was sick.

Getting up, I hugged him to me, his head in my small, frail arms as I stroke his hair gently. "It's okay, Edward," I said as Logan came over and hugged him too. "You'll always be with us, even if won't let you stay."

"What if he takes me away?" He mumbled into my chest. "I don't want to have to go away!"

"If he does . . . then you can marry me, then he won't be able to take you away cause you'll be family for real!"

"Yeah," Logan said. "Then no one will ever be able to take us away either!"

"You guys . . ." He whispered I could tell he was crying on my shirt.

Before anyone could say anyone else, we heard a yell. We ran to see what it was and I screamed. "DADDY!" There, at the bottom of the stairs, was daddy's body, his corpse riddled with bullets from Mr. Resse's rifle.

"FATHER," Logan yelled before turning to r. Reese. "What have you done?!?"

"Son," he said. "You don't understand the situation." As he spoke, he went up the stairs to see us more clearly. "That man wasn't good, he was --" That was when we tackled him. My nails grew long and my senses heightened. Logan grew claws from his knuckles and dug them into Mr. Reese's chest as I mentally pushed him down the stairs. I don't know how I did it, but I just willed him to fall.

"You don't understand," Mr. Resse said as he laid, dying on the base of the stairs. "I'm your father."

My eyes grew wide, and tears threatened to overflow. "No," I whispered, not sure if my voice could even be heard. "No, it can't be." We turned to mother – hoping she would tell us it was a lie – but all we got was a nod of her head.

"How could you?" Edward said as he moved to meet us. "How could you keep such an affair from your husband for ten years!?!"

"I've done nothing to be ashamed of," she said, her voice hysterical, "Other than giving birth to two abominations to nature like them!" As she spoke, she pointed an accusing finger at my brother and I.

That was when we heard the yells of the villagemen and Mother screamed that we'd killed them.

Mizuki:I should leave it here, but I really am sorry about not up-dating, so I'll be nice.

Edward, Logan and I ran through the forest. We could hear the towns people hot on our tails. We have to get away. I thought. I don't want anyone to take them away! As I thought of how to keep them away, I felt a strength inside me explode in a flash of light. When I opened my eyes, we were inside a small cave we went to frequently whenever Logan and I could go outside, but we were banned from seeing Edward. "Wittny," Edward said as he looked at me. "Did you do that?"

Though I knew Edward would never hurt me, the expression on his face made me remember Mother's words at the mansion. I was a monster in other people's eyes, even his.

He suddenly gripped me in a hug. "No,Wittny! That's not what I meant!I'm not afraid of you and I don't think either of you is a monster. You both are like family to me!" He leaned down to look me in the eye. "Besides," He joked. "Didn't you just promise to never get separated from me again?"

"He's right Wit," Logan said. "We may be different, but we'll always be family." We held each other close before scrounging for some food we'd left in our last trip. That night, we all slept under a wool blanket, Logan curled up at Edward's left and me on his right.

.:Explanation Interruption:.

I don't have the imagination to explain all of this, so I'm just going to say it outright so you can understand all of the rest of the chapter. Wittny's powers are all instinct. After two weeks with them, she has them down to an art. Edward reveled that he could read minds and that's why he knew something was up that night at the mansion. The problem was that Daddy wouldn't think about whatever it was that was wrong. Logan has a good feel on his powers. Edward is constantly teaching him how to be a proper man, Wittny just watches them make fools of themselves. Another thing, all of this happened in a small town in England from far away.

.:Back to the Flash Back:.

It had been almost six months since we ran away from town. The day we got to London was my eighth birth-day. "We've got to do something special," Edward exclaimed. "We just have to!"

"No you don't," I said. "We didn't do anything special for either of your birthdays!"

"Yes we did," Logan said. "On my birthday I got a new pair of clothes, and on Edward's we went out to dinner!" I knew they were right, but . . .

"I don't want us to use up our money! We can't exactly get high-paying jobs at our age!"

"Wittny," Edward said, taking her face in his hands. "You haven't changes out of that nightgown since the incident. You. Need. Clothes." He put his forehead on mine and whispered, "When I do get a job I can't spend my time worrying about you freezing to death or getting kidnapped because you couldn't run in the stupid nightgown, so humor me."

I looked between him and my brother before I finally gave in. "Okay," I said. "You can buy me no more than one outfit and it can't coast more than half our savings." I thought that was a pretty good deal.

"Good," Edward said as he took a box from his bag. "Then you'll have no complaining about this since it was 'borrowed' like the money we're using." Three weeks ago we'd caught a couple of bank robbers. We knocked them out cold, but I made sure to take their cash. It wasn't really stealing if you took it from robbers . . .right?

"No," I said. "I do have complaints about all of this, but I won't say anything because I love you both so much." Though Logan didn't see, I saw a faint blush creep up Edward's cheeks. It was funny to watch him hand me the dress in his flustered way and turn around so I could put it on. It was a normal dress that any girl would wear at my age, but it was red and had no apron. I loved it. It was the best birthday present I'd ever been given, and I told them that when I kissed each of them on the cheek.