Mr.Blackbourne's POV

Why was that name so familiar?

Insane, Insane, Insane, Insane, Insane...

I wracked my brain trying to solve the puzzle.

But the pieces were still hiding making it impossible to solve.

I didn't know why, but I felt like I should know the answer to our questions about Insane.

Maybe I just wanted to be closer to Sang and was grasping for straws.

But I don't think so.

Something was nagging at the back of my head ever so tauntingly.

I knew the answer, I just had to remember it.

I had to connect the dots.

I had to put the puzzle together.

Until I could figure it out or Sang explained, I would just have to focus on picking up any clues that Sang dropped.

***

Sang's POV

"I understand, but now is not the time," We ration.

"Let's just finish this and then we will explain."

They exchange looks and all nod in unison.

Hey!

Why can't we nod with them?!

The least they could have done was tell us they were gonna nod so we could try to nod with them!

We huff.

We all head out of the building and into another one. Together, we all crowd into a small room where a green haired boy of about sixteen years is typing away at a computer.

"One second, please!" He calls over his shoulder.

Good.

Our youth needs more manners.

He turns and sees me. A faint blush tinges his cheek bones.

"Now, are you Sang Sorenson?" He asks me, smiling widely.

I simply nod.

"My name is Wyatt. I am going to do the background check on you," Wyatt says. "I just need you to fill this form out with your information. This will just make it easier for me."

"Okay, Wyatt," I say taking the form.

Sarah helps me look it over and I hand it back.

"I cannot fill this out."

"Why not?" Wyatt asks suspiciously.

"I don't have any of these. There are no records of me. I don't have a social security number, a birth certificate, school records, or any medical records," I explain sad that I don't exist in the eyes of many.

Shock paints itself over his features.

"You're a ghost?" He asks incredulously and looks to the boys.

Mr.Blackbourne nods to confirm his guess and says, "Ms.Sorenson has many assets at her disposal, one of them being her ghost bird status."

Wyatt's eyes widen comically.

"Holy ****. I can't believe I am actually meeting a real life ghost," Wyatt breathes.

I do my best not to laugh at how adorable he is.

"Did you dye your hair?" I ask him.

I wonder if he is like me...

"Yes, didn't you?" Wyatt asks confused and looking at my blue and silver hair.

I blush and shake my head.

"No, my hair changes color. Weird, huh?"

Something about Wyatt makes me like him. I can't help but trust him. He is kind of what I would hope for in a brother.

I wonder why I am thinking about wanting him to be my brother when I already have fourteen.

"Weird? Or awesome?!" Wyatt cries out dramatically.

"Is that all you needed?" I inquire wanting to change the subject.

I am nothing fancy or extraordinary.

I am most definitely not awesome and neither is my hair.

"Yep. I'm going to spend the rest of the day to investigate whether or not you really are a ghost bird or not. You never know, maybe you forgot about something," He answers taking the topic change in stride.

But I haven't forgotten about anything.

I know because not existing is hard.

If I did exist, things would be so much easier.

Just to go to the library, I had to steal the library card that Marie got in school when she was younger.

"Well, we'll get out of your hair," Marc says with a grin.

Seeing that it was time to leave, I chirp, "Bye, Wyatt!"

I give him a wave and we all exit the building.

Following the boys, I walk into yet another building.

"Hello, boys," A kind but hardened voice says.

A man in a white coat with piercing blue eyes and silver hair is holding a clipboard.

"I hear you have a recruit for me. Is this them?" He confirms looking at me.

"Yes, sir," Mr.Blackbourne affirms.

"My name is Dr.Phil Roberts. Convince me why you should be allowed to join us," Dr.Roberts says with a challenge in his voice.

It almost sounds like he has already made up his mind about us, and believes that we are merely wasting his time.

We'll show him.

Sarah and Star help me out, seeing how hard it will be to convince him.

We clear our throat and begin.

"Our name is Sang Sorenson. We are a ghost bird and you may know us by the name Insane. We have knowledge and powers that you will never have. We have been through hell and aren't afraid to go through it again," We announce lowly and seriously.

Dr.Roberts eyes are wide and his face is a little pale.

It seems he does know if us.

"You brought me Insane?!" He shouts at the boys.

"You know about Insane? What the **** is going on?!" Gabriel exclaims.

Dr.Roberts turns to me in surprise.

"They don't know?"

We shake out head slightly.

"We will explain now, if that is okay."

"Of course. Go ahead, Sang," Dr. Roberts says politely.

We hesitate.

"Insane is our fighting name. We are known as the best and scariest fighter in the history of the world. Please understand that we never wanted to become a fighter, Father made us."

The boys are silent.

"I knew it!" Mr. Blackbourne exclaims.

We all look at him startled.

Did he just... Say something non-posh?!

Something informal?!

Something above an inside voice?!

"Who are you and what have you done to Mr.Blackbourne?!" We cry.

Mr.Blackbourne's ears turn pink.

"My apologies. I don't know what came over me," Mr. Blackbourne says blankly.

Ah...

There he is!

Dr.Roberts raises his eyebrows before saying, "If you will all follow me."

We furrow our brow wondering what he is up to and follow him into a small theater.

We sit down in the middle seat in the front row and The boys crowd around me.

On the huge white screen, a projector begins to play.

We watch as it shows us.

Insane.

We remember this fight all too well.

***

We walked out of the locker room and into the huge room. It was a massive stadium packed full of people around a ring.

The crowd jeered at us and mocked us.

"Little girls shouldn't fight!"

"Go back to your mother, baby!"

"You gonna die child!"

We didn't have a choice, though.

Father said that we must.

If we did not, we would no longer be his daughter whom he loves. He would leave me on the side of the street with nothing and no one and not existing. Then, after a year of suffering, if we weren't dead yet, he would put us out of our misery.

Father would no longer love is if we didn't fight or we lost.

And we loved Father.

We needed his love.

He was the only one in our lives to ever love us.

So we fought.

We flipped into the ring the way Father said to.

The man in the corner was huge.

Just under seven feet, you could see his muscles ripple with every minute. His nose looked like it had been broken in the past. He had white wraps on his hands that were yellowish with red-brown stains on them.

We must have looked preposterous standing beside him at under five feet.

He laughed when he saw us.

The ref looked hesitant, but started the fight all the time.

Moving fast, the giant swung his large fist straight at our gut. We jumped high and snapped our leg upward, kicking him in the jaw and sending him stumbling back. He blinked a few times and came charging forward with his fists. He threw punch after punch. We easily dodged them all with grace.

Until, that is, Father yelled at us to stop playing with him. Startled, we turned to look at him and he struck.

The giant's fist crashed into our chest making us fly out of the ring.

We lay there catching out breath for a second while the giant threw his hands in the air.

Apparently, he was proud of "beating" the little girl.

We rode to our feet and smiled our creepy smile. The one we are now known for.

He paled as we sprinted back too fast for his eyes to track.

We threw punch after punch after punch. We drew the fight out to Our on a show just like Father instructed.

Our fists were small but fast and packed a punch like bullets.

We threw one last punch and he crumpled to the ground unconscious and bloody.

The entire stadium was silent.

No one expected us to win except Father who was collecting his money with a smirk.

We grinned.

Father can still love us.

***