~Summary: Chloe knew she was always different for more than one reason –her stutter, and seeing the dead. It was always hard for her to fit in anywhere or to be normal. Her Aunt Lauran's (Chloe's guardian) boss relocates her, causing them to move. Chloe is devastated knowing it will all be the same like her last school, not knowing where she belongs and being alone. But what she didn't expect was it will change her life for the good, maybe for the bad. She meets a group of kids who share the same thing, there just as different. Now Chloe is forced in a world she never knew of. Dealing with her hunted house, the reveling truth of the kids she meets, and the truth of her mother's death….

~A/N: This is my first time writing a Darkest Powers FanFiction, so I hope I did not disappoint anyone. Also I want to have everyone the same age, and fifteen is way too young, so EVERYONE will be seventeen.

~Disclaimer: I do not own the Darkest Powers. The most talented author however dose…Kelly Armstrong…

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Body Mind and Soul

Part I: Moving

Prologue:

A loud joyless laugh curled around the half-light room, warming me to the bone. "Chloe, smile for the camera, that's right baby look this way." I smiled sadly. My mother's sun kissed blond hair was twisted in a knot, held with a small clip, her smile wide, radiant and soft. A baby the size of a watermelon was lying in a crib, with soft silky pink blankets. Wispy blond hair curled tight to the head, blue eyes half closed, pudgy legs kicking –me. The camera was zoomed in, my mother's long slim fingers playing with the curls. "Smile for daddy… God she is so beautiful." A deep voice chucked. "Of course she is honey. She is half me and half you, after all." The camera was rocket a bit until my mother's face was in view again, her eyebrow rose. "Now who is being a bit cocky?" My dad laughed, "Only for you love, only for you."

My mother disappeared from view, replaced in her spot was my dad. The baby let a cry of protest, drowning out my dad's cooing. His tan hands picked me up, holding me in the air. My mom zoomed in on the both of them. The wailing slowed until it halted, my dad smiled, his light brown eyes crinkling in the sides, he blew raspberries on my stomach, a few giggles were escaped, "that's daddy's princess."

"Chloe,"

I jumped, fumbling with the remote I paused the film, "w-what?" I blew out a breath and repeated. "What?" My aunt Lauren rounded the couch I was occupying, arms crossed. Her blue gaze went from the paused television to me fingering the remote.

"Why do you do this to yourself?" She asked me.

"I…uh…"

How to answer that?

Really I don't know why…I just feel better when I watch all the family films, better but not whole, I still feel sadness the size of a solid golf ball, but not watching…I just could not do. Sometime I'm afraid I will just forget everything, her…him.

My mother had passed away when I was younger, in a tremendous car crash. My dad on the other hand is still alive and healthy. However to me he's been dead ever since we had got that dreadful call that changed my whole life. Most people who lost a loved one act out in different ways. Maybe alcohol would be one way to smother the sadness, or locking themselves up with depression another way. My dad had jumped into work. The way to push all the pain back was for him to be so busy he had no time to think at all. He had passed over all the tears, the grieving, and jumped head first into pounds of work. Now he was some hot shot lawyer, and soon on his way to owning his company. And what did he do with me? He handed me over to my very willing aunt. With all the work he did, I would spend time home alone after dark, cook for myself, and fend for myself. Finally he had decide the best thing to do is hand me over. I bailey even see him now.

"I don't know." I said, honestly.

Aunt Lauren walked over to the television and clicked the off button. "Come, dinner is done."

I threw the remote on the couch and followed my aunt to the table in our very bright kitchen –the walls were a sunny yellow. Sitting on the table was a pizza box half open, two plates holding a few slices of greasy pizzas, and a few cans of cold sodas. I still was reasonable for the cooking around here. My aunt just never picked up the skill, so sometime we would order out.

Biting into the tip of the pizza I moaned, amazing….

"So…" My aunt spoke up; breaking me out of my pizza trance I was in. Licking my lips I looked up. And froze, oh…something big is about to happened. I can feel it.

I placed the gooey pizza on the plate. "What?"

"I…uh…" She picked up the can of soda, swigging tiny sips, "wearemoving." She muttered around the lip of the can.

The words were jammed together, but I heard perfectly fine, and I really wished I hadn't. "What?"

The clink of the can hitting the table was too loud in my ears, my heart was beating too fast to be considered normal, I had a feeling it was trying to claw its way out of my chest. Maybe it would attack my aunt Lauren for her unwanted announcement.

"Chloe please you have to understand. I tried to get out of it, really I did. But my boss wants to relocate me. And as your guardian you have to come with me. I'm so sorry."

"But…I can't…you know how badly my stutter can get when I'm scared or nervous. The kids around here finally left me alone about it."

Yes. I have a stutter I was cursed with. It started happening after the death of my mother, whenever I feel pressured, nervous, or scared out of my wits I can bailey string a whole sentence together without looking like an idiot. And I hate it. It makes me more of a freak then I already am.

Ah, the other reason why I am also considered a freak is a lot more complicated than a speech impediment. Something you would find in a horror movie, and would never expect for it to happen to you in real life, I sure as hell didn't. And even after it all started I still don't know what I am, or even why.

I can see dead people.

How scary movie of me, huh?

It started the day I became a women, I know, I know, after you get your period, you should get bloated, craps, or mood swings. Not some freaky ass power. Lucky me,

Not.

I can't control it, and it happens when it happens (I have gotten used to the whole ghosts popping out of the blue thing without the screaming). I never had the guts to look deeper into it. I just try to ignore it the best I can, and keep a closed lid on it, so no one finds out, ever.

My aunt sure as hell has no clue. And it's going to stay that way.

"Chloe, I know this will be hard on you. But think of this as a way to crawl out of your shell, and to work on the stutter. It won't go away until you do."

I didn't respond just picked at my half eating pizza, my hunger was long gone now. I stood from the table. "I'm not really hungry anymore. I'm headed to bed, okay?"

"Sure."

Wonderful, sleep I really need the sleep, almost out of the kitchen I paused when my aunt stared to speak again, "were leaving shortly, next week so start packing, okay?"

I nodded and hasty left the kitchen…any change this was one crappy dream?

Ouch!

Slamming my elbow on my door jamb was the answer to that one.

Nope,

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