OK so I decided that I wanted to try and take a shot at this... I might update I might not, it all depends if you review.

I have never done a Young Justice fic so if its bad... well suck it up!

OK so I own nothing at all related to or about Young Justice cause if I did then I would tie up Nightwing and lock him in my closet... hehehehehe!

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I glanced down at my desk, letting my bangs cover my face so they blocked my view of Bethany's sneering face.

I could hear giggling, probably, no definitely about me. I was all the other crietens could talk about for some reason. But I knew the reason, I just didn't want to admit it to myself. I was off, abnormal in their quota of well, normal.

And it didn't help that my hair was a strange silver color, or that my eyes seemed to glow in the dark whenever the teacher turned out the lights.

I grabbed my pencil and looked up through the cracks in my wall of hair. I could see Bethany scribbling something down on a piece of paper, what I wasn't sure.

I saw her slip it back through the rows, growing closer to me every second.

Fortunately Mr. Steinmetz picked it up right before it got over to me.

I say this cause Mr. S. would never in a thousand years read a note, he simply picked it up, ripped it up, then threw it away.

But I guess he decided to be a little out of his small box cause he actually read it! Then to make matters worse he cleared his throat to read it out loud.

Great, I thought, my life is ruined! I knew what those girls put in the notes and if it was anything like the last ones I was gonna need earplugs to drone out the laughter that would follow.

"Excuse me class but if you are going to write notes in class then I expect you to be ready for me to read it!" He looked over and glared at Bethany who smiled innocently in return.

He cleared his throat and began to read,"Oh my gosh did you see The Freak today? She looks even creepier than normal!"

The entire class burst into laughter. Mr. S. glared at them, "This is not funny class! Your peers are being rude and this is how you accept it!"

I knew that he was trying to help but, well he wasn't really...

After a few more minutes of 'lets laugh at the freak' time Mr. S. was finally able to get them to calm down, but I could still hear small giggles flying across the room whenever someone would glance at me or Bethany.

I picked up my pencil again but this time I just drew a couple of swooshes on the piece of paper. That was when my mind went blank. My hand moved of its own accord, my actions no longer controlled by myself.

I gazed at the board dully, my eyes not really seeing it.

When my brain came back into focus I glanced down at my paper to see what I had drawn.

It was a forest, or at least there was one in the background. But ahead of it was cabins. About eight or so, all scattered in a random pattern. They all looked worn down and faded. Like they hadn't seen people in 100 years!

In the corner was a splotch and upon further inspection I saw that the outline was just about the right size to be a body!

I stifled my gasp and glanced around to see if anyone had heard.

No one was giving me any serious looks so I assumed I was OK for the moment. The bell rang suddenly, making me jump in my seat. I gave my drawing one last glance before shoving it in my bag with the others.

No, this wasn't the first time. In fact this seemed to be happening more and more often.

Like a few years ago I drew this picture of a lady running away from this big bald dude by a creek. A month later the same lady I had drawn was found dead by a creek. The murderer was James Poplin,a big bald dude with a goatee.

The same man from my drawing.

I had told no one, it wasn't like anyone would believe me anyways, I had been only ten at the time.

But now, at fifteen, I had a feeling that my drawings might be seen as a little more valid. But I wasn't willing to let my theory be tested.

I grabbed my bag, books, and binders and hurried out of the classroom.

I was barely out the door when a hand came out of no where and smacked my books to the ground.

I looked up at the owner of the hand to see Brandt Hooper standing there smirking at me, Bethany at his side.

" Hey watch it loser! Pretty people trying to walk here!" Bethany snapped. She pushed me down and strode away.

I looked up at her, how could someone so innocent looking be so evil?

I quickly gathered my books and things and hurried towards my next class, Forensic Science.

I walked in just barely before the bell rang and sat in my seat.

Valeria, my partner, scoffed at me then returned to flipping through her magazine.

"OK class turn to page 123 in your textbook, we will be studying blood typing!"

Valeria wrinkled her nose, waving her nail-filer in the air she whimpered.

"Yes Ms. ?" Mrs. Arlene asked.

Mrs. Arlene was an older lady with fly-away hair sticking up in every direction. She had huge tortoise shell glasses and big buck teeth. But behind this strange appearance she was the nicest teacher in the whole school.

But this nice personality was wasted on the barracudas of the school, they called her Old Bat, and Mrs. Witch.

Valeria pouted at her, "Do we have to do this? I just got my nails done!" she turned her perfect nails over and over in the light, trying to find a flaw that wasn't there.

Mrs. A sighed, "Unless you want to fail I would recommend it.."

I saw the airhead weighing the options. "Cant I just get Weirdo over here to do two samples?"

Mrs. A shook her head at her, "No you cant and she has a name!"

"Yea Freak!" I heard a random voice shout from the back of the class.

The entire class burst into laughter.

I could feel my face turning red which was not helping at all.

That's when I felt it, a tug in my gut. An angry thought erupted from the pits of my brain to my mouth and before I even knew what was happening I swept everything off the desk in front of me spilling it all over Valeria's magazine.

My eyes went wide after I realized what I had just done. I bolted up and ran out of the class as fast as I could.

I was still holding all of my school supplies in my hands when I burst out of the school and into the broad daylight of the afternoon.

I blinked and stood there for a moment before continuing to run away, as far and fast as I could.

It took me thirty minutes to reach my foster home and about ten more after that to pack up everything and put it away into a large duffel bag.

And just when I thought that I was home free my father came home.

Just by the way he was staggering around I knew he was drunk. He gave me a drunken grin, "What are you doin' home so early hon"

I grimaced I didn't want to have to confront anyone and here was the one person I defiantly could have left without seeing.

"Are you ready for more?" he asked and lurched towards me. I barely had enough time to step back before he grabbed me and threw me up against a wall.

I let go of my bag and tried to dash to my left but his hand reached out and grabbed me by my neck. I started to choke as he lifted me off the ground and started squeezing.

My vision started to blur and black dots danced before my eyes. But just before I knew I was going to pass out he threw me again, this time into a table, smashing it in half. He let out a dark chuckle and started towards me again.

I slowly got up to my feet and my head started to spin out of control. I grabbed onto a chair and tried to put up my hand for defense but he simply grabbed my wrist and broke it. I cried out in fear but that did nothing to stop him.

He backhanded me across the room and stalked towards me like a predator to his prey. He grabbed my face in his hand and laughed darkly, "This is gunna be fun..."

I refused to give in or show any sign of weakness cause if I did I knew that he would just hurt me even more.

He punched his fist into my gut and I bit my lip so hard it started to bleed.

Smiling he quickly started to beat me, pounding his fists on my body. He threw me down again and I tried to get into the fetal position so he couldn't get me but he just started kicking me all over.

It was only once he kicked me in the head that I got angry. I could feel rage bubbling up in my stomach and I uncurled myself from my position on the floor and stood up.

He gave me this look of surprise but snarled, "You should just give in, its easier that way!" then he swung.

I ducked under his fist and punched him in the divet right under his nose. He staggered back and fell to the ground blinking slowly.

I turned and grabbed my bag and ran as fast as I could out onto the street. Checking my watch I saw that I had been in there for over an hour and a half.

I raced over to his car and pulled open the dashboard and hot wired it.

In a matter of minutes I was hurtling down the road and away from my "home".

When I finally reached the airport I realized that I didn't have enough money to rent a car, let alone a coach seat on a plane to anywhere else.

But my hopes were lifted when I saw him. He looked about 50 years of age, he had snowy white hair that still covered his head and thick glasses. He had on a trench coat and sticking out from one of the pockets was a wallet.

And I knew that combined with the money I had and his own, I might just be able to buy a ticket!

I walked over a random map in hand trying to look frazzled and solely occupied with my map. When I finally reached him I bumped into him like I hadn't been watching where I was going. I slipped my hand into his pocket and without ever breaking my stride I walked away with his wallet in my own pocket.

I knew that he wouldn't notice it was mission until later and by then I was planning to be in at least Alaska or Cuba.

When I finally was able to buy a ticket I quickly went and sat down at the terminal entrance, glancing around every so often to see if the police were coming after me.

When we were finally able to board I practically ran to my seat in the back of the plane.

A flight attendant must have seen that there was no one with me cause she came up to me and gave me a suspicious look like, your to young to be alone, look.

And it really annoyed me, like a lot.

When she came up to me I gave her an innocent smile and widened my eyes and tried to look completely innocent, like I hadn't just stolen a man's wallet and run away from home.

She did "the elevator eyes" and frowned. "You look a little young to be by yourself hun" that one wordsent a shiver of fear down my spine, she even had the same southern drawl as he did.

I smiled a little wider, "My parents are at the other airport waiting for me miss..." I trailed off and looked at her name tag, "Charlotte" she frowned then turned and walked away.

I smirked, weren't flight attendants supposed to be happy, where did this Witch come from "Bad Apples Academy, turning out rotten workers since 1856!"

I grabbed one of those Sky Mall magazines and started to flip through it as I waited for the plane to take off.

It took about twenty minutes but we finally made our way onto the runway.

When we were up in the air I relaxed, nobody could get me off now. I sat there and watched the movie they had on for us until it turned off, saying that I needed to pay if I wanted to watch anymore.

I gritted my teeth together, battling with myself, trying to decide if I wanted to use the mans credit card or not. I knew that if I did then anyone monitoring it could track me, and the man could have canceled the service.

But I decided that the risk just wasn't worth it. The flight may have been seven hours long but I wasn't willing to be found out just yet.

I settled into my seat and got ready for the long ride ahead.

For the most part I slept, only waking when I needed to go to the bathroom or eat, but even then I only ate the small bag of peanuts.

There was no one beside me so I didn't have to share my tiny, cramped space. But once a boy of about ten walked over and sat in the seat next to me. He had smiled at me then had asked if I wanted to play Go Fish.

I had decided that this couldn't kill me and had accepted. Oh what a mistake that was.

The boy had just won the fifth game we had been playing when a strange cackling came on over the loud speakers of the plane.

The screen of the mini TV on the back rest in front of me went black, then static came on. The little boy, who's name I now knew to be Matthew, turned to me smiling sadistically.

I started to gasp as he cocked his head to the side, "Go Fish..."

That was when the lights went out. About everyone on the plane burst into screams as our plane did a nose dive straight towards the ocean below us.

I could hear women and men yelling out prayers to various Gods and I grabbed my purse and dug through it for the cross I knew was there. I held onto it with a death grip and started to mumble different psalms that I had memorized back in the orphanage.

I looked over to the seat next to me but Matthew was gone. I got up and ran towards the emergency exit. I knew we were close enough that if I dived off I might be able to live and not get smashed like a bug on a windshield.

I tugged on it, but to my dismay, the door was stuck. I could hear other people banging on the entrance to the cockpit but no one was answering them.

I grimaced and held my injured wrist against my body. I looked out the window and saw we only had about ten seconds before we went kerplat.

I kept count in my head, 'Ten, nine, eight, seven, six, five, four, three, two...'

Right before I reached one I stopped and threw my self to the ground and curled up into a ball.

BAM!

Everyone screamed in terror, including me.

I was thrown against the floor, then hurled up to the ceiling. I heard screams of terror as water started to flood into the compartment.

Great, I thought, why hadn't I drawn this, at least I would have know to not fly. No instead I draw some useless cabins I was never going to see.

One of the windows close to me broke, spraying water into the already soaking cabin. I grabbed at a random life-vest under the seat next to me and strapped it on. I was not about to drown if I didn't have to. After all, I had survived worse, I could get through this.

I pushed on the emergency exit door again and this time it slid open a little. Water started pouring in afresh and I turned to the person next to me, a middle aged man. "Please help me!"

Either it was the pleading look in my eyes or the will to live, the man pushed on the door. He turned and yelled for his wife, who was cuddling with a toddler. The little girl looked up at me through a head full of curls.

The mother came over and did something that amazed me. She turned and roundhouse kicked the door open. She smiled a bit at my shocked face and grabbed her daughter before she was swept away in the current of water. She grabbed a seat and ripped off the cushion and handed it to her, "Go!" she commanded.

The tiny girl grabbed a hold of the cushion and was promptly thrown out into the ocean. The mom grabbed three more. She turned to both of us, "Here." she said then grabbing her own jumped out of the plane and landed with a splash in the deep, blue sea.

The man turned to me, smiled then jumped out as well. I turned to the rest of the passengers, "Hey!" I yelled. They all became silent and turned to me. "Grab a cushion and come on!"

They all stampeded to get to a seat and practically threw me out of the plane in their efforts to get off.

I went to the plane and did a body count. There was one dead, probably from the crash, and five unconscious.

I shuddered and hurried to the cockpit. I grabbed a tray that had been knocked loose of a seat back and smashed it into the door. It didn't even make a dent. Snarling I could feel anger bubbling up in my chest. I smashed it on it again, and again, and again. But it didn't do anything.

I let out a cry that could barley be called human and smashed my fist in the wall. Succeeding in popping my fingers out of socket.. I snarled and called out as many curses as I knew.

Tears sprang in my eyes and I fell to the ground. But I wasn't going to cry, crying was for wimps and pansy's. I clenched my eyes together and breathed a sigh. I counted to ten in my head, then popped my fingers back into place. I screamed and bit my lip so hard it bled.

Again tears sprang to my eyes but I held them back.

I got up and looked at the handle to the cockpit. I crouched down and started at it intently, then I pulled out my lock-picks. I grabbed a random one and went to work. It took me five minutes and I was in water up to my knees but it was worth it.

I pushed open the door and water rushed out, as well as the dead bodies of the two pilots. I gagged and ran out and hurled into the ocean. I wiped my mouth then went back. I piled them and the other one casualty and pulled them towards the exit. Then I went back to the cockpit and broke the glass that was surrounding the hatchet they had under their seats. I put it into my soaking wet bag and went back to where I had piled the bodies.

I picked up one of the pilots, dark skinned with a small fro. Pulling him with one hand alone was hard, not to mention the quickly rising water. It had been twenty minutes since the crash and the plane was about to go under.

Grunting with the effort I was able to pull him to the top of the plane, where I knew he would be safest for the longest.

I did the same for the other two bodies, and by that time even the top was fixing to go under.

Tears pricked at the back of my eyes again, I didn't want too leave them, but I knew that unless I wanted to die along with them I needed to go.

That's when a thought hit me. I was wearing a life-vest, surly if I hurried I could get one on them!

I dove back into the ocean but the life-vest prevented me from going under to get inside the plane. I pulled myself back on top and took off the vest and strapped it onto one of the pilots. Then I dove back into the ocean.

But this time I was able to slice through the water and swim into the cabin. I swam over to one of the seats and tugged at it to pull off the seat cushion. It popped off easily, I reached under and grabbed the life-vest underneath.

I swam back to the top, gasping for air. I was barley able to pull myself up and hook it onto the other pilot. I readied myself then dove right back into the water again.

I was able to get the other life-vest and hook it onto the civilian before the entire plane went under.

And after it did I couldn't help but whimper, I was all alone with no one but dead people as company. My life sucked.

I tried to remember where I was. At the moment somewhere between St. Charles and Cuba. So I could be just about anywhere.

"Help! Please can someone help me!" I screamed, even though I knew no one could hear me. Even all of the survivors were too far away.

That's when I face palmed. My phone! I grabbed my bag, which was floating on a seat cushion next to me, and unzipped it.

I was gasping with eagerness by now and I couldn't seem to get the bag open quite fast enough.

I ripped my phone from the bag and thanked God that my horrible stepfather had done one good thing. Put an Otter-box on my iPhone!

I turned it on and pressed 911. then the worst thing ever popped up on my screen, "No Service"

That's when I lost it. I went into hysterics screaming and crying. I said some pretty harsh things and after ten minutes of this I finally calmed down. My entire body and mind went dumb, I couldn't feel, I couldn't think. It was like I was floating in blackness.

I don't really know how long I floated there, maybe five hours, maybe more, until the first of the bodies started to smell. Now I knew what I was doing was good and all, but I didn't know how long I could take the smell.

It was like garbage on a sunny day, disgusting. But I wanted the families to have someone to bury so I stuck it out. But I knew that if I was gonna survive I needed to get onto an island or somewhere where I could make some sort of signal fire or something.

I looked around but there was no island in sight. Not that that mattered or anything. Oh and just in case you didn't catch that, that was sarcasm. Yes even I used it sometimes.

So I did what anyone else would have done, I swam.

And for once I was happy I had payed attention in class once. See we had this crash course in Survival101, about how to know what direction we were going. And glancing at the sun I knew I was heading due west.

But I knew I needed to find shelter or land soon cause the sun was starting to set. And I really didn't want to be in the ocean all night. So after about an hour of mind-numbing swimming along I saw something.

And I must admit, for a second I thought I was going insane, but it looked like... a person!

I started screaming my lungs out, "Help! I'm over here! Please help me!"

And the most amazing thing happened, the person waved. Not only did they insure that I was still sane, but they had just saved my life!

It took them about ten minutes, but they finally made it over to where I was. Their eyes scanned the dead bodies with me and I could tell that they were regretting coming over here.

"Help me please! I was in a plane crash, it was maybe on TV or something I don't know, I need help!"

The man nodded, "Ya sure do" I just glared at him and pushed one of the bodies onto his surfboard. At that time I heard people yelling and a motorboat coming closer. The life guard people grabbed the bodies and pulled them up on the boat while I was left to struggle in the cold water.

Finally they pulled me up onto the boat and I collapsed onto the wet floor, not able to calm down quick enough. When we made it onto the shore I did one of those cliche things where you plop onto the ground and start thanking god you're alive. But in my case I think I deserved it!

Then the Coast guard started getting personal and asked who my parents were and what my name was. I had been expecting this but I had thought they would have given me more time. I could feign amnesia but I remembered to tell the man I was in a plane crash so that couldn't work. I guess I will just have to run and hope they cant catch me!

So I slowly stood up and glanced behind me to make sure that my exit was clear, it was and so I turned back around to face the cops.

The one talking to me now looked seasoned, at least 50 years old and I knew he would be easy to outrun. He had on big shoes and no gun, just a taser and as soon as I was out of range of that I would be home free.

So I started to inch back, slowly making my way towards the beginning of a forest. The old salt didn't even know it was coming! One second I was there, the next I was running faster than the wind.

When I hit the tree line I didn't slow down, I kept pushing myself faster, ignoring all of the branches that seemed intent with trying to grab my clothes or tear my face to pieces.

When I burst out of the forest I fixed my bag, a huge sign loomed above me, "Welcome to Happy Harbor.." I muttered. I just hoped that it was big enough to keep the police off my trail.

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