Zoey felt sick. She knew what had happened, and she knew her 'father' did it out of a whim to keep people from getting close to her. It felt like a slap to the face more than anything, reminding her once again that the only person he seemed to allow to treat her as a human being was her mother, but even that wasn't true. She knew it wasn't. She stood up from where she had been sitting, smoothing her dress out with a few quick movements with her hands.

She paused to examine her hands. They weren't real hands. She knew that much. Within the three year span after finding out, she had spent time figuring out which part was or wasn't human. Not even a small millimeter of her was human. Her skin was typically nothing more than something whipped up in a lab to cover the computer underneath.

A pitiful laugh escaped her lips. Of course, no one seemed to notice. They were all focused on acting normal, and laughing was to be expected. She decided that this type of party was enough for her, and led herself out of the room. She made her way upstairs before hearing something. It sounded like someone accidentally knocked over something, maybe a picture from how light the sound was. They must be in a rush, which must mean someone is either breaking in… or someone is trying to find secrets.

She wanted to brush it off, but something in her computer brain made her move up the stairs quietly, and towards the sound. She paused in front of the door before opening it, and within seconds was staring into the barrel of a gun.

"Oh I'm sorry sweetie. Why aren't you downstairs at your party? Your father's down there, and he'd be worried if he realized you were gone." That voice. She knew that voice well enough to not want to look past the barrel of the gun. She knew it was her fake mother.

"I grew tired of the party, and decided to retire early. Mom, what's going on?"

"I'm sorry, but I'm not your mom. I think we both knew this for a while. I needed information about what he was planning, and it meant gaining his trust. I didn't intend to put you into this mess, but... I'm guessing you already know what you are?" Zoey reluctantly nodded. She knew that playing it safe might be best. Besides, she always thought of her as her mother. Why would that die out now? She heard a click of a gun behind, which told her someone might be working with her mother. Of course, this is the type of thing you need help wi-

"I don't think you want to kill her, do you? Put the gun down, and we can just talk this out." ...Didn't that person disappear because of the guard? How did he not get caught? How was his escape not noticed? She couldn't stop herself from thinking over the possibilities of what could have happened when she hadn't been looking. She quickly cut the thoughts apart (EDITOR'S NOTES: Cut the thoughts apart? Personally, I feel "Discarded the thoughts" might be better, but.. *Shrug*) to focus on the situation. She watched as her so-called mother lowered the gun with a look of rage on her face.

"So decided to be the knight in shining armor? That's pitiful. She isn't even human!"

"Well she walks and talks like a human, so she must be human." Okay guns aren't fun to have pointed at you, but this type of thing always got to her.

"I am standing RIGHT HERE! Not invisible!" She snapped before hearing a chuckle behind her.

"That's right. You aren't; which is rather odd might I add. Why can't she go invisible, Mrs. Daft?"

"He never taught her how to. Thought I'd find out about it all if he did." Her 'mother' gave a shrug after saying that as if she didn't really care about it.

"Well what would you care to do then?"

"I say we-"
"Not you. Her." The man interrupted her 'mom'.

She frowned, clearing her throat slightly though she had no need to really. "My name is Zoey, not you or her. ... I suggest getting out of here before the guards notice something's wrong."

"Aw don't you want to come? I'd bet it'd be fun! You know… going outside. I remembered this one spot that's like bedding, just for you to lie down on." Zoey couldn't help but turn to face the person. Taking quick notice that he had lowered his gun probably a while ago, she thought of what he was saying. Going outside? She could easily be caught, and brought back. She could bring many lives in danger by leaving. She doesn't even know the extent of her powers right now, which always bugged her when thinking about it.

That was until she got an idea that might work. "If I come along will you show me what I can do?" That seemed to catch the person off-guard for a second before he recovered by laughing it off.

"You say you're not an 'it', but you sure take pride in making it sound like so!" That one comment made her mad. He seemed so nice at the party, yet he's a complete jerk in reality. What else could you expect? But he offered a way out. A way to make that yearning wish she always had come true. How could she possibly say no? What if she snapped at him, and he drew back from helping her? She took a deep breath to cool down just a little.

"How are we getting out?"

This be originemMaliacne readers! Remember that editor I mentioned in Meet The Flock? Well if you aren't one to have read MtF then I have a new editor. He's super fun too. His name is Talon Graveshadow, and trust me he's funny, and awesome. If you want I suggest talking to him! I believe he is in my Favorite Authors, so yeah.