A/N: Here's the next chapter, hope people like it.

Chapter 2

Kirsty groaned as she heard her alarm go off. She hated that sound, mainly because it meant she had school, and Kirsty hated school. It wasn't that there was everything wrong with school, just that she knew she wouldn't be there long. The last time she had been at a school for more than a month was because her mother had been injured in a hunting job, so she couldn't take any new ones. They eventually had to leave because Kirsty drew a picture of her teacher in the hospital an hour before he fell down the stairs and people started to get suspicious. Her mother had told her to be more careful with her ability, like she could control it or something.

"Time to get up!" She heard Kane yell from outside her door. "You have school, remember." Kirsty could almost hear the smirk in his voice as he added the last bit.

"Coming!" She made sure she added extra anger to her voice as she climbed out of bed, grabbing the closest t-shirt and jeans and making her way to the shower.

"You are so lucky your mums not here," Kane stared at the image Kirsty had just drawn. Kirsty nodded in agreement. The image they were looking at was of a man. He had dark hair, and looked like he was in his mid-thirties. Normally her mother would be the first person she told when she had one of her 'sessions' (which was what people who knew about her prophetic drawings called them). But this time she couldn't, because if she did she would have to tell her mother about what had happened last year, she'd have to tell her mother about the torture she was put through. She knew her mother would blame Kane, blame him for not protecting her, and then Kane would have to leave.

Kirsty ripped the picture out of her sketch book and took it up to her room. She was lucky enough to get her own room in this house. Usually they stayed in hotels, but this time her mother had known a hunter who owned a house where they were staying, so they had been staying there. She reached under her bed and pulled out a box. The big wooden box was about the size of an A3 piece of paper and was as high as her knees. This was where she kept all of her drawings, or at least the ones she drew out of her 'sessions', she usually just gave those to her mother. She had never considered her prophetic drawings important, it wasn't really her drawing them, so she didn't mind parting with them. But any pictures related to the torture she was put through last year, she couldn't get rid of them. She knew her drawings were important, that she draw them for a reason, but if she couldn't give them to her mother to figure out, she would have to figure them out herself.

She opened the lid of the box and grabbed out a few drawings, storing her newest picture under them. She knew that her mother would never look in this box, because her mother didn't care about her drawings unless they were helped her.

"Stop stalling, you have to go to school," Kane was leaning on the door frame to the room.

"I'm not stalling," She pushed the box back under her bed and grabbed her backpack. "I'm just hiding the picture; you know you'll have to leave if my mother finds out about last year."

"I could have hidden it, you're stalling. Now go to school, or at least pretend to so I can tell your mum you did." Kane walked with her to the front door.

"My mother doesn't care what I do, as long as I keep drawing pictures for her."