"You killed them! You're a murderous villain! You don't belong here!" Mindlocke yelled through a blaze of smoke and fire.

"I-I didn't mean to!" I cried, my tears streaming from my face evaporated into mist before reaching my cheeks.

"You burned my house and killed my grandmother!" Joseph stood next to Mindlocke. "Hana Thompson you're a monster!"

"No! I'm not! I didn't mean to do anything!" I pleaded through my evaporating sobs.

"Don't hurt me! I'm sorry!" I cried as I felt myself being shaken back and forth. Opening my eyes, I saw him standing in front of me. "Mind...locke?" My vision was blurry as I couldn't quite make out the face.

"No, it's Joe." He hesitated before correcting me. "You're really warm. Maybe you're sick. Stay here while I get a thermometer." Joe sounded a bit worried as he left my bed side. I looked to the hallway as my eyes regained their focus. I could hear voices coming from another room.

I tried to get up but my body wouldn't move. It was as though they had been restrained by an invisible rope. Joe returned sooner than I expected, he sat down and gave me a warm smile before placing the thermometer in my mouth. I tried hard to make it as cold as possible, but since I was little, my pyrokenisis ability always made my body way hotter than it needed to be.

"Hmm." Joe muttered to himself as he slipped the device out of my mouth. He rubbed his chin before smiling warmly at me. "Looks like you get to stay in bed today."

"I'm fine, really." I pleaded, but he wouldn't listen.

"Rest. I'll be back with some hot soup." He stood up and walked out of the room. I let out a sigh.

"Great."

Around noon, Joe's grandmother walked into the room with a book and a wide smile upon her face.

I gave a slightly awkward smile back to her and forced myself into an upward sitting position.

"I thought you might be bored so I wondered if you wanted me to read you a story." Joe's grandma slowly propped herself up onto the bed and scotched  herself next to me. She held a fairly large brown book in her hands. The cover was smooth and felt as though it should be soft. She handed me the book, and smiled at me as I ran my fingers along the cover and through the pages of the book.

"Have you told him?" I questioned, remembering the night she found me in the alley alone.

"Not yet," she lifted the corners of  mouth to form a cheeky smile. "I told you that I would let you tell him when you're ready."

I smiled slightly, thinking back to that night.

I sat alone in the corner of the darkened alley, tears stained my burning cheeks. "I killed them. I killed them all." I muttered to myself, the child's frightened face a poison in my veins I'll never forget. A hummed tune quietened me, I looked up to see an elderly woman walking towards me.

"What are you doing here all alone?" Her warm smile comforted me.

"I-I know you from somewhere...." I thought aloud as her face reminded me of a distant memory. She smiled, wrinkles forming around her eyes as though framing her beauty.

"You're Ivan's daughter, aren't you?" I nodded, yet confused as to how she knew what my father's name was. He usually took his middle name instead of his first. "I'm his mother, he's my only son."

"You're my grandmother?" My eyes widened slightly, my father lied to me when he said his mother was dead.

"Now, do you have a place to stay? It gets pretty cold out here at night." I shook my head 'No' and she held her wrinkly fragile hand out to me. "Then I insist you stay with me and my grandson Joseph till you find what you are looking for..." I opened my mouth to decline, "and I wont take no for an answer."

"Ok." I replied before realizing she said she had a grandson, " I have a brother?" I gasped, shocked and yet relieved at the same time. "Can you not tell him this, I would like to tell him myself. When I'm ready. Please." She smiled before taking me back to her house.

The pages creaked as I pulled open the book,revealing its contents. Upon the pages were old photographs of my father and my mother. They looked so happy together. I often wondered what happened, what changed them.

"My favourite is that one." Joe's grandma pointed to a picture of my mother holding two infants with a wide smile on her face.

"Is that-" I closed the book quickly when I heard Joe walk into the room.

"The soup is finally ready, what's going on in here?" He asked, I fumbled my words trying to think of a reply.

"I was just showing Hana a few of your baby photos." Joe's Grandma cheerfully smiled. Joe's face darkened with a deep blush.

"Grandma...." He mumbled looking away and to the ground. I smiled slightly. I wondered about how he would take learning that I was his sister.

Suddenly a huge crash had been heard outside. The smell of smoke filled the air as screams broke the silence.

"Fire." Joe said slowly and lowly as if pondering about something for a moment.

"I didn't do it!" I chimed instinctively. Joe looked at me with a puzzled look.

"Okay...." He then bolted out of the room to the front of the house. I followed after him, I wouldn't let myself lose the brother I finally found.

A man wearing a black spandex suit stood in front of two smashed up and burning vehicles. He looked straight towards us and I instantly recognized him. Father. I looked to Joe as he ripped open his shirt to reveal a purple and silver spandex suit, one similar to that of Mindlocke.

"You're Mindlocke?" I asked before watching his eyes widen as he too recognized the man. He ignored my question as his body began to shake, I couldn't tell if it was from fear or anger or both.

"Come. My children." Father spoke with a dark grin plastered upon his face. I clenched my fists as they began to heat up. 

I shut my eyes quickly, I knew what came next. Pain. Sorrow. Death.

Please let this all be just a nightmare.

Please.