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The Begining- Reuploaded: Chapter 3

(Disclaimer, see chapter1 and on with the story....)

Bucky had went still, she knew Russian? And from what he heard now, English was her second language, and Russian was her first. Amanda, with her back to him, she was planning how to

get out of this jam. She stiffened, when Bucky had pressed his forehead into her shoulder "You speak Russian?'' He had asked her, knowing that she was wide awake waiting for him to drift off into sleep,

and somehow she had the feeling that she wasn't going to fool him for the second time. What could she tell him? She had always believed in honesty, with a sigh, she continued while rolling over a bit to

look at him in his baby blue eyes "Yes,'' She had replied in Russian and continued "I could speak it, because it was my first language ever since I could remember, my parents had often told me that I was

a little translator. They had gotten my iq tested and it was the highest that was ever recorded, for one my age, apparently, I was a child prodigy with technology and nearly everything and anything.'' Bucky had

detected a bit of sadness whenever she had said *my parents* did something happen? Reaching his hand up and stroked her hair softly, Amanda had looked at him, really looked at him thinking that he was a

crazy man that was going to kill her and God knew what else to her; however she had seen the tragic tortured soul that was in his too old blue eyes.

"Angel moy,'' *My Angel,* "You don't have to tell me if it hurts you...'' But he wanted to know, as carefully as she could, and with Bucky's help, Amanda was able to sit up. But with him behind her,

rubbing her temples, Bucky was thanking God for baggy lounge pants or he would a lot of apologizing to do to her. Amanda had closed her eyes and thought back to when she was a little girl, she was four when

she was forced to her precious Moscow. And they had moved to Milian, Italy "I was four, when my parents had suddenly decided to move to Italy...'' He had stiffened, he didn't really think that she was really going to

tell him the story, as to why there was a hint of sadness in her voice "I didn't want to leave, but my parents had told me that someone very bad was after us and especially me; they wanted to hurt me. Why me? I haven't

done anything to anyone, I had agreed reluctantly. My parents had given me the truth, no matter what, don't laugh I can tell what can of people that are around me by a mere touch, and sometimes I can see thoughts in

pictures.'' Okay that made sense "What can you read off of me?'' Bucky had asked, listening, intently. Amanda had froze, was he testing her? Maybe he really wanted to know "I can read that your mind is shattered, and bits and

pieces of your past, they are jumboled...'' She had nailed it "It was about two or three years down the road, when everything had changed for the worse, that night, everything that I knew and loved, and all of my faith and went

around the two most important people in my life.'' Sensing Bucky's unasked question, she had continued.

"My grandfather died, about five years after I was born, cancer took him. My grandmother, she just moved back from Germany about two years ago. She loved him so much, I remember him a little, he always

called me his little Mandy-Lynne.'' Trying not to cry she had continued " He knew my middle name was Jasmine, he just loved testing my father, sometimes you knew when to ignore him and that was it. That night, was like