• The harsh sunlight burn't Jays' grey eyes, causing him to shield them in pain. After spending all that time in a dark and dull cell, the light, colours and sounds of the outside world he knew existed but never saw, were a nice change to the black of that room that Jay cursed with all his might. The only light he ever saw was the quick flash that shot through when his father or mother, or whoever was on food duty, threw a loaf of bread and a jug of water in to him. That amount had to last him and his sister for about two or three days. Just because they can see things that other people can't.

    There was a cry and a thump from a few steps behind him. Looking around, he saw his younger sister lying on the ground, her blond hair had flung out infront of her when she fell.

    "Hannah!" Jay cried and ran towards her and helped her up. Honding her in his arms, she began to sob, a muffled sob because of the fact Jay was pressing her hard agaist his ripped and muddy T-shirt. But she wasn't crying in pain, she was crying in dismay for the situation this 'gift' seemed to have got them in.

    "Oh Jay," she said once she had carmed down and realised that she had tripped over a petruding tree root. "Why did it have to come to this? It's not our fault we can see things, is it? Why did our own family lock us up? They don't need to be afraid. We can see them but we wont do anything. We can't,"

    Jay shook his head, not knowing what to say. This was a lot to handle at nine years old, outcast by your own family. They only had each other. And Jay, five years his sisters senior, had to take care of her. No one else would.

    "I don't know Hannah," He said helping her to her feet, "but we are better here than we were there,"

    She nodded and they carried on running. Through the forest. Past a small cottage. Over a field. As far as they could away from there family and house. By now, they would have noticed that they were gone and proberly sent someone to look for them. Maybe even one of The Black Eyes, the assassin group that they over heard people talking about in thier cell.

    It was dark by the time they stopped to rest. They had packed the loaf of bread that had been chucked in that morning. After smacking the person over the head with the jug of water they had ran. Hannah was dying. From what they did not know. All Jay knew was that they needed better food, shelter and care. of course if anyone would take them.
    Jay took out the bread and was about to rip it in half when a knife shot out of nowhere and struck the bread, send in flying and impailed it into a tree. Jay shot up just as fast and ran to Hannah who stood motionless in fear. He dived infront of her as another knife whistled towards them, but it was to late.
    It was one of those moments that happened in slow motion. Jay dived and hit the ground as the knife flew over him. Hanna cried out in pain and fell backwards. Jay screamed something, what it was he wasn't sure, but it was loud, but also to late.

    The knife had struck Hannah deep in the chest. she fell backwards and didn't move after that. Blood shed from the wound. Jay ripped the knife out of his sisters chest. What he did afetr that was a bit of a blur. The last thing he remembered, before he colapsed crying, was chucking the knife as far as he could in the direction it had came. Once he had done that, a shodow apeared behind him, followed by a crule, cold laugh.

    "Don't cry about your sister, boy," the laughing voice spoke, "you shall join her soon enough,"

    Jay felt the cold metal of a knife on his shoulder, touching his exposed throat. But before the knife could peirce him, he spun around, knocking the arm that was holding it. He knew what he had to do.

    A mixture of revenge, fear and anger caused him to do what he did. Without looking up at the man he figured was an assassin, he roled out of the way so he couldn't strike him and stood behind his sister, looking at his tatty trainers, tears rolling from his eyes onto the ground.

    "What do you think your doing," the assassin yelled and he lunged at Jay, but he was to slow for the thin boy who stoped his hand just about as he was about to strike his heart.

    "What the..." the man struggled but Jay held on, squesing his wrist untill all blood ceased to flow and his finger became linp.

    He screamed and tried to wrigle free but Jay held on strong. He had not looked up at his attacker yet. He was concentrating all his strenghth on his eyes. He wouldn't look up untill he was ready. And untill he was ready, he wouldn't let go...

    It was odd for a member of the Black Eye to be woking alone. But this one was. 'Or maybe the people who he expected to care and love him left' Jay thought 'Never to come back' sympathy cursed Jay at that moment but he didn't relax his grip. Hannah was all he had and this man had killed her. Jay was going to get even.

    It was ready. Jay kept a firm hold on the assassins arm and looked up. As soon as thier eyes met, he tried to run but Jay held on with all his steagth.

    "What...what are you?" He stutered in alarm.

    "Angry," said Jay simply, and he dove into the assassins mind with his eyes. His now red eyes. Blood eyes as his family called it.

    For that was his gift. The gift that had caused him his family. He could dive into his preys mind. Find his strenghths and weakneses. His fears and Hopes. His hate and love. And what his family had feared is that one day Jay will turn agaist them. And the last person you want for an enemy, is a person who can use your feelings and thoughts agaist you.

    Inside the assassins mind he looked for his name first. he found it easily. Written in big white letters on a black background so the mind didn't forget.

    "Jarran," Jay said, his voice warped so it sounded gruff and much older.

    "How..How do you know," Jay could hear the fear in his voice but not see it in his face. All he could see was memories and important names.

    Going back to Jarrans childhood, Jay searched for something that could hurt. And what he found discusted him to the very core, but he had to do it. 'For Hannah' he said to himself then spoke outload "Abused as a child by your father," Jay watched as a tall man with long, dark hair beat a young boy, "your mother killed him to make it stop, then killed herself for doing so,"

    The next thing that met Jays eyes was a tall building, his eyes soaring inside the house he saw things that he could never unsee and that haunted him. Skeletal chirldren. Hay beds full of bugs and worst. A room that was a bathroom but had no bath, or toilet. Big men with whips and clubs, hitting children who didn't do as their as their told.

    Jay described the memories to the assassin and the pictures of the orphanage became clearer as they can to the front of Jarrans mind. he had droped to his knees now, sobbing. He had tried to block them out. but this boy, this demon boy, brought them back.

    Leaving the childhood, Jay swooped to his career. "Unexepted by everyone because you were no good. determined to fight to show people that they were wrong about you, but knew it was futile. The assassin group you were told to join left you without a hope, and know you find yourself facing me. I can make you rememeber things you would rather not. i can get your feeling and twist them. And I will. If you don't leave now and tell my family that you killed BOTH of us,"

    Just to make sure, Jay brought a few more memories then let Jarran go. he didn't hang about. He ran as fast as he could, not stoping utnill he was well clear of the red eyes boy.

    Jay sighed. 'What did I just do,' He thought. his body ached as he realised how much streaghth he had used doing that. Falling on his side next to his sister, he closed his eyes, letting his mind wonder to the only thing he had in this world. Hope.