Chapter Two

Katie

Ha ha! My turn, finally! Mal is such a microphone hogger. I know she probably wants me to pick up where she left off, but I want to get to introduce myself as well as she did. So, hiya, I’m Katie, and this is my side of the story.

[Little fast, Kate?]

What Nat? I just want to get to the good part. What do you want? A full on introduction? I want to get the most detail in the story, not in the introduction. Beside, don’t you want to get introduced “officially”!


I sat, facing the clock. Tick, tock, tick, tock. The minuet hand moved closer to the twelve, two more minutes and they would be here.

“Just two more minutes,” I told myself, “I can wait two more minutes, right?” My legs were bouncing restlessly, hitting the bottom of the counter top. My fingers tapped nervously on the counter as I waited, wishing then more then I ever had before, that time would speed up.

Don’t laugh at me Mal, I was excited. You neither Natalie!

Ding-dong! I bolted for the door, running faster than I had all day, almost slamming into it. I grabbed for the lock, fingers sliding off of it as I tried to turn it. Click. I grabbed the doorknob and pulled hard. It swong open and there, standing on my front step, smiling up at me, were my grandparents.

“Grandma! Papí!”

“Katrina!” Papí walked into the house, grabbed me and flung me over his shoulder. I laughed and he put me back down.

“It’s Katie, Papí.” I giggled.

I ran back over to the door, closing it, then then turning to my grandmother and giving her a huge hug.

“Well you’ve gotten much taller since the last time I saw you!” Papí exclaimed, “How old are you now? Twelve, thirteen?”

“I’m fourteen,” I anwsered, giggling. His smile quickly disappeared after I said that.

“Fourteen,” He said solemnly, “This is the year then.”

“What?”

“Never mind, Katie. Where is your mother? I need to speak with her.”

“Her, dad, and the twins are out shopping. They should be back soon.”

I lead my grandparents into our large living room. There were toys scatterd everywhere; stuffed animals, building blocks, sippy cups, left from the twins last tantrum. I tried to push them into a small pile with my foot, but Grandma waved it aside.

“It’s fine, Katie, it’s going to happen with toddlers.”

Papí was still looking thoughtful, zoneing out as if he were in a different world, but still in my living room.

“How was the trip?” I asked them, hoping to bring him back to reality. I love to day dream too, but my grandparents were here and I hadn’t wanted to waste a single second of my time alone with them.


About an hour later I heard the garage door opening. I ran to greet my parents as they walked in. Dad was pressing his phone to his ear, blabbing about finace to some invisible person on the other side of the conversation. I glared at him.

“It’s Christmas break, Daddy,” I said in my most angelic voice, batting my long blonde eyelashes.

He rolled his eyes, but told the other person he had to go.

Mom was busy tring to fit two car seats and afew grocery bags through the door. I ran over and grabbed the car seat with my little sister, Genivive, in it, then brought it into the living room and carefully took Genivive out. I handed my sister Grandma.

“Thanks, Katie,” Mom said, giving my younger brother, Genivive’s twin Jayson, to Papí. “We have some, um, news for everyone.”

“What?” I asked nervously. When Mom said “Um,” that usually wasn’t a good sign.

“Your uncle called yesterday…”

“Which one? Cole or Dalton?” I asked excitedly.

Uncle Cole loves me. Whenever he comes he brings big surprises for all of us. One time he had bought us a suprise trip to Disney World and Universal Studios! Oh! And Dalton always brought fun puzzles and games for the whole family to play. Worlds BEST uncles. I just wish they were around more.

“Well, um,” Mom said, twiddling her fingers.

A second “Um,” Definitely not good news.

“Uncle Bradon is coming for Christmas,” Mom finished.

My face fell. “Uncle Bradon!? He’s scary!” I practically yelled.

He doesn’t really ever do anything with me. He just watches me. And not in the babysitting kind of way, or the I want to see what you’re interested in way. He watches my every move, listens to my every word. He watches me like he thinks I’m going to explode or something.

“Yes, but don’t worry, we’re going to settle some long time arguments, tonight.” Mom said. She didn’t look very happy about him coming either.

“Is Christmas Eve really the time to settle family fudes?” I asked her.

“It has to be.”

Just then there was a knock at the door. Uncle Bradon never uses the door bell. That guy was so weird and creepy, I couldn’t believe Mom was letting him come.

“Katie, be nice to your uncle, please, it’s our only chance-” Mom said, looking like she was blinking back tears.

“What? What’s wrong?”

Mom was already at the door, welcoming Bradon in to our house. He didn’t bother to look at all the decorations on his way in, instead he look at the people, and when his eyes fell on me, they stayed there.

“Hello, Uncle Bradon.”

“Katrina.” He said, circling me. I caught Mom’s eyes and gave her my “I Told You So” look.

I stepped away from Bradon, hoping he would look away from me. He didn’t. I almost yelled at him, “Would you please stop looking at me like that! I’m not about to explode!” But I didn’t. I stayed quiet, like my mom had asked.

“Bradon, how have you been,” My dad asked.

“Fine.” Uncle Bradon sat down on the couch nearest the tree, “How’s ‘bout you.”

“Good.”

Bradon’s eyes wandered to the twins, “I didn’t know you had other children!” He exclaimed.

“That might be because we didn’t want you to know, considering what you did to Katie.” Mom said, gritting her teeth.

“What did you do to me, now!?” I said, freaking out.

“Nothing!” Bradon and Mom said quickly.

But I caught Mom giving Bradon the “We’ll Talk About This Later” look. What was going on between those two? What had Uncle Bradon done to me?

“Ok?” I said, glumly. If there is one thing I hate, it’s being left out of a secret, but of course, that happens alot anyways.

“Katie,” Mom said quickly, “Would you go grab the drinks from the basement and set them on the table, dinner should be almost done.”

“But — ”

“Katie, go.” Mom didn’t glance in my direction, her eyes were fixed on Bradon.

I complied, knowing that if I didn’t go soon, Mom was probably going to yell.


After I had returned with my arms full of cans of pop, and we had had a large dinner of pasta, garlic bread, soda, and egg nog. We spent a couple of hours talking, then mom had to put the twins down for bed, and I was allowed to stay up with the adults. I spent most of the rest of the night playing card games with Papí amd Grandma.

I went to bed around eleven that night, same time as the rest of my family said they were going to. I climed the stairs to my room, then got my PJ’s on and started walking to the bathroom to brush my teeth. On my way I walked past my parents bedroom. I heard lots of fast talking and whispers coming from the other side. I could hear my mom, but the other person in the room didn’t sound like my dad. I paused for a second, knowing I wasn’t supposed to eavesdrop on my parents, but wanting to know what was going on.

I pressed my ear to the door.

“ — We had a deal Charlotte, I would take her when she was fourteen.” It sounded like Bradon on the other side of the door. And he wanted to take me away from my family?

“You know I never would have agreed to that! She is my daughter, you had no right to interfere with her life like that! Do you know the lies I’ve had to tell her about that scar you gave her!? She thinks she got it in a car accident! And do you realize how uncomfortable you make her feel? You dont need towatch her every single move! If she had had powers activated you think she would show anything about if with you around!? You have made her so u comfortable around you!” That was definitely my mother in there. What was she arguing about?

I pushed back my short blonde bangs and fingered my short, thin scar, just under my hair line. Mom had said I had gotten it in a car accident coming home for the hospital after I was born.

“You didn’t have to make up stories Charlotte, you could have just told her she had surgery and left it at that.”

“Do you know what that could have done to her!? She would have questioned why. I know my daughter Bradon! She always wants to know more. She is a lot like you.”

“Alright, I see your point. But I have to take her. It’s for her own good. They will hunt her down and I will be punished if I don’t bring her in. I have to Charlie.”

“Never.” My mother said plainly.

“I’m sorry it’s come to this, I really am.”

“Bradon — ”

I ran back to my room and buried myself under the covers and hid.

Mom came in a few minutes later. She tucked me in, and said good night. I hugged her extra tight and said, “I love you.” I didn’t want to let go. I felt so good and safe in my moms arms. When I finally let go Mom had a tear rolling down her cheek. I took a deep breath as she walked out of my room and turned out the light. She closed the door behind her and I heard the lock click into place. The last time she had done that was when I was twelve. I had kept getting out of bed in the middle of the night and gotten snacks from the kitchen cupboard.

Stop laughing Mal! This is a really sentimental moment for me, ok?

[Sorry, Katie.]

That night I fell asleep quicker than normal. I should have realized something was up way sooner then I did.


I woke up in a bag. I felt lightheaded and my eyes could barely stay open. I felt like I was going to throw up. It didn’t help that something kept josteling me around. I was probably in a car. My hands and ankles were loosely tied together. I vaugly remembered waking up before and working on loosening my bonds, but before I got too far someone or something would spray a mist around the bag and I would fall back asleep.

This time though, no mist was sprayed as I moved around. It sounded like whoever kid napped me was on the phone. I could only hear his side of the conversation, but I got the gist of it.

“Yes, I have her…No, she is not awake.” A man said, “Yes, I have done the operation already…Well you didn’t tell me I was supposed to wait!…Nevermind that, I’m on my way.”

It took me a few moments to process what he was saying, but when I did, I was filled with pure terror. Trying to ignore my light headedness, I continued to work furiously at the ropes tying my hands together. I caught the knot with my fingernail and was able to quiclky untie it, then set to work on my ankles.

As I was working on that, the car lurched to a stop and the man upfront cursed. It was then I realized who was driving the vehicle. It was…Uncle Bradon!? I started thinking about the conversation mom and him had had just last night. Had Uncle Bradon really kid napped me?

A door of the car opened, and Uncle Bradon threw the bag, with me in it, onto his back. I started punching him as hard as I could, despite my tiredness, through the bag. He dropped the bag and I rolled out into soft, wet grass. I didn’t have enough strength to stand up, and as Bradon began to walk toward me, I was again filled with terror.

“Leave her alone!” A woman’s voice said, speaking with a perfect British accent.

I managed to lift my head off the ground, and saw a tall woman, who couldn’t have been much older than 19 facing my uncle. She had red hair, and wore a black unitard, with pockets all over it, and black high-heeled boots. She looked like Black Widow with lighter hair.

“Agent 0073!?” Bradon said in alarm.

The woman smiled, “Oh yes!” She rolled on the ground and kicked his leg out from under him. He fell, but managed to grab her arm and threw her down the road away from him. Before he got back on his feet, she was already running back at him. She jumped into the air, pulling something from her pocket and shouted something I couldn’t hear.

Whatever it was that she threw turned into a full size Griffon, with dark brown wings, and beautiful golden fur, right there on the spot. It turned toward Bradon, and with a beat of it’s powerful wings knocked him over. Bradon fell back onto the pavement and groaned.

The Griffon landed and turned into a young handsome boy. He had hair the color of the griffons wings and deep, chocolate brown eyes. He was wearing a black suit and tie, and looked very professional for his age.

The woman walked over to me and waved at the boy. He came over as well.

“Can you stand?” She asked me in her beautiful accented voice.

“I…don’t…know.” I said weakly, “Who…who are you?”

“A friend,” She promised.

I was too tired to argue for more information, instead I closed my eyes and groaned. I didn’t know how much longer I could stay awake. I squinted my eyes open and saw the woman bend down. I felt her pick me up and start carrying me somewhere, hopefully safer then where I was.

“Wait,” I whispered, “What about Bradon?”

“Don’t worry about him, we need to get you to safty.” The woman answered.


She walked for a while, at least an hour or so, finally stoping in a small city, infront of what looked like an empty plot of land.

“Could you, um, put me down now?” I asked now feeling way more awake then before.

She nodded and set me gently on the sidewalk. She pointed toward the plot of land, “What do you see?” She asked me.

“Grass,” I anwsered plainly.

“Look again,”

I did. What I saw astounded me. It was a huge mansion. It had white marble steps, beautiful white marbe columns and a golden trim. It was amazing. How had I missed it!?

“Hang on. Before I go anywhere with you,” I said, “What is you’re actual name?”

She looked at me questioningly, “My name is Natalie,” She said continuing up the stairs, “Now, are you coming or not?”

I looked around. There was nowhere else for me to go. I didn’t really know this woman, but she had just saved my life, so she couldn’t be all bad, right?

I ran up the stairs after her, “Is this you’re mansion?” I asked.

“No.”

“Then why are you going in?” By that time we had reached the front door.

“Because I want to see my sister for the first time in 13 years.”

With that she pushed the door open and walked inside.


There, I’m done. That is my background going into me meeting Natalie and Mal. Was that good enough for you Nat?

[Very much so, thank you.]

Talk normal Natalie!