The whole breakout thing had drained me. Stopping time while using my power of energy does that to me. I'm not sure anyone realized what I had just done, but that was fine with me. Before my parents discovered their child had superpowers and was strong enough to take over the world (theoretically, I haven't tried... yet) they were spies and they always told me secrets are power. Ohh the irony. I enjoyed having secret powers, which is why when the people at Shanes thought my energy shield was a normal force field and that that was my power, I didn't correct them. I regained enough energy for my eyes to start working just in time to see cat girl being dragged down an alley and invisi boy flying off with the big creepy guy hot on his tail. What the heck? I didn't have enough energy to propel myself into the sky so I decided to go after cat girl thinking she was being re-kidnapped. I hoisted myself up and hobbled towards the alley. I hated feeling week so when a kid ran past me I took just enough energy from him to make him feel tired and replenish my dwindling supply. I couldn't do much but I managed to walk more normally with a steady pace. I saw a boy leaning over her behind some crates. Normally I would of just lifted a pinkie and sucked out all of his energy but my powers needed a break. I mustered up my energy and tackled him to the ground. I had pretty good fighting skills and he was taken by surprise so I managed to get a good hold of him and pin him to the ground. Then I realized who it was.

PS. I'll let you continue just please don't get to mad at her she's had a rough day.

As Storm clung to my wrist, my heart lept. Freedom! Finally! My parents lived so far way and I hadn't seen them in years. I remembers when I was much younger and I used to hide in books so my mom couldn't find me wwhen it was time for my bath. I remember the day they told me all about Shane's and about how much I could grow there. To think, I might actually have a chance of seeing them again. 

Before I knew it, my feet touched down gently on a hard surface. The ground appeared to be swaying. In the gloom, I could tell we had landed on a river barge. Storm had already retracted his wings. "Do you have Inheritance?" he asked.

I smiled. "Yup, I've got the whole series. I went into Harry Potter and got a Extension Charm done on my backpack. I've got all of your books and all of mine. Some other stuff, too."

"Then let's go."

I hunted throught the bag, found Inheritance and then opened it. I cluched Storm's arm and then jumped. 

I love jumping into books. It's like flying through space and into another world. I can land just fine by myself, but other people fly too fast and end up hitting the ground hard. I looked around for Storm, but of course he was up in the air, like a dragon should be. We had landed somewhere in the north, perhaps near Du Weldenvarden. A couple minutes later, I felt the wind picking up unnaturally. A dragon was arriving. I started running towards the spot where he would land. The huge red dragon passed overhead and lit down a few hundred yards before me in a field. Storm, wings red for the occasion, landed next to the dragon and his rider, who slid off. 

I panted up to a halt just before Thron and Murtaugh. I acknowledged them with a nod.

The sun was just begining to set in this world. Apparently, we would be spending the night here. It was a logical descision, after all, Shane's Academy would no doubt be searching for two escapees, but I wasn't sure I really trusted Murtaugh. I had read the books, and he wasn't quite a plesant character. (BTW, if you are reading Eragon or are going to, this next part may contain a spoiler. If you already know who Murtaugh's father is or you don't really care, then go right on ahead.)

Murtaugh had a temporary camp in the area. He and Storm were gabbing away like old friends, which they probably were. Storm seems to know every minor villian personally. If I let him into Harry Potter for five minutes to deliver a towel to house elf, I bet he would also find time to help Death Eaters escape from Azkaban. 

After dinner, which was some kind of rabbit, I lay in a sleeping bag I had brought, pretending to be asleep. They were mostly discussing boring things about this world (I mean really, who cares about the Feldunost population on the rise?) which meant that before too long they would get tired of pretending to care about elf rebellions and would discuss some important thing that I as under no circumstances allowed to hear. And then it came.

"Why does everyone care so much about who your father is? People always act like you are bound to your father by some connection or even worse, that you need to pay back for all the things your father has done." My ears pricked up. This was Storm asking the question. I asked him once about his parents, but he had changed the subject, so I knew this was a sensitive topic.

Murtaugh spoke, "I don't know why. The father does the deeds and the child has to pay his debts. Everyone expects the child to be a copy of the father, one who will do the same."

"If the father cheats and lies and ruins families, suddnely everyone expects me to do the same."

"No one will trust you or even entertain the thought that you are different. I know what it feels like."

"We have just have rotten luck in fathers, I guess. Morzan- and Giovanni." 

Nathaniel landed right next to us. John said something but I ignored him. In all my life I had never killed someone. Even with my power I had learned at a young age that murder is the ultimate evil. My family had no religion, but they still taught me that. Looking at the big mans disfigured body made me want to cry in a corner. I knew I should have been happy that we defeated him but I had the urge to rewind time and stop myself from killing him. The emotional build up was triggering my powers and I quickly calmed my self down before I take us all 50 years in the past. I noticed everyone was looking at me.

"What?"

"Sorry," said cat girl. "We just still don't know who you are."

"Elexhiia."

Cat girl blushed.

"I was thinking more like a personal description."

"I'm 16. I control..." I paused. My powers had always been a secret and I wasn't sure I was ready for a change. "Never mind, sorry I don't really know you guys so..."

"I'm Brooke. I can become any creature."

"I'm Nathaniel. I can become invisible and I can fly."

I'm John. I-"

"Read minds, I know"

They stared at me quizzically. Brooke spoke up.

"You're that girl!"

I nodded while Brook told them about how I had sent the mind messages.

"The truth is I'm 2888 years old. But I stopped time accidentally when I was six so I'm the equivalent of a 16 year old. I control energy which you seem to have figured out but I also control time. My hair is electric and I can transform into a freaky energy being thing. I can talk to some animals, the smarter the better. I am an orphan, this is my third time being kidnapped, I watched my entire family die, and I have no friends. Now it's your turn."

Every secret I ever had came pouring out of me as did a lot of tears and a little bit of loose magic. I fell on my knees and cried. This wasn't like me at all but here I was looking like a baby in front of everyone. I tried to stand up and wipe of my tears, but I couldn't. That's when I felt a man's bloody hand grab me.

I couldn't breath. My lungs were  on fire and I was genuinly scared. My powers were going to be dead for at lest another hour and I definately did not have that long. I felt something being jabbed into my neck. (I'm thinking I could have something sort of like the computer chip in brooke's arm.) I struggled  and tried to pry the fingers off but I couldn't. I knew what I had to do. I had to kill this sicko. I ripped my dagger off the golden necklace always around my neck. (refer to charrie description). It had been blessed  with the ability to never miss a target. That part could be taken as a curse or blessing but what made it a blessing was the fact that the one it's point penetrated would feel no pain, just death. I pictured this Giovanni guy in my head and I stabbed his arm. It wasn't a wound that would kill with a normal knife, but he was dead immediatly. A dull saddness spread through my body followed by a horrible numb feeling. I couldn't walk or talk and honestly I didn't want to. I had killed someone and I wish I hadn't. The looks of horror surounding me didn't help. My hand instinctively reached for my heart locket. It had been closed for years, not because I couldn't open it, but because I didn't want to. Inside there was a picture of my parents together holding hands and smiling not at the camera but at me as a baby. It hurt to look at it but to touch it felt warm. I had known my parents but they been killed when I was three so who knows what they would look like by now. Some part of me felt the urge to open it, as if there was some huge secret waiting for me. I felt my fingers undo the latch. I couldn't look and yet I found my head tilting down. There was no huge secret. Not as far as I'm concerned. I noticed something then. They were frowning. They looked dissapointed and proud at the same time. They weren't looking at the baby either they were looking straight forward at me! One lonely tear escaped from my eye. They weren't gone if my suspicion was correct. I smiled softly.

"What is it?" Brookes voice shattered my moment.

"Huh?" I said.

"You were staring at your locket. What is it?"

"I... I think my parents are trapped in a photograph." 

I'm fairly tired, so this is going to come out sounding odd.

I woke up in the morning  with a pine branch stuck in my back. Ow. I sat up, to incinerate said annoying pine branch and then realized that there were no pine branchs in my bed at Shane's Academy. Come to think of it, this sure didn't look like my room in Shane's. Then I remembered. The escape. I was now on the run, looking for people to recruit into an army. Well, I had people, but I needeed to make sure they were still ready to go.

Okay, I'm going to bed. I'll finish this later. 

PLEASE DON'T LET THIS THREAD DIE! It's my favorite. :(