The girl sighs as she looks in the mirror, brushing away a strand of blonde hair from her eyes. Her long hair is tied into a ponytail; the black shirt with her favorite band, Jump Up Girl, has seen better days; and her jeans are more holey than an old church. I really need to get some new clothes, she thinks.

She jumps as someone knocks on the bathroom door. "Clara, hurry up. I gotta take a wizz."

"The door's unlocked, Trey," shouts Clara.

A teenage boy around Clara's age opens the door and steps into the bathroom. Just as Clara, he's wearing a black band shirt, but of a metal band in an unreadable font, and faded jeans. To Clara, he's really hot.

But that isn't the reason she's living with him.

"Everything going a'ight?" Trey asks.

Clara sighs, "I'm just nervous about tonight. I've never done anything like... this."

Trey smiles, "It's normal to be nervous about your first time. I was on my first night."

Clara just stares at the floor.

"Look, it's the first night you've been without your parents, but they're shitty parents anyway," states Trey. "I mean they never let you have fun, and when they found out you're different, they sent you out on the streets. Tonight, we'll have so much fun, you'll forget all about them."

Clara manages a small smile, "Yeah you're probably right."

"Ain't no probably about that, girl," he points to the door. "Now get out of here so I can piss."

* * *

A group of four surround a table. Two of them are Clara and Trey. The other two is a girl with pink hair named Patricia, and the other is an African American guy named Chase. They all wear similar clothing: black band t-shirt, and jeans.

Trey smiles while he twirls two metal balls in his hand, "Everyone ready for tonight?"

"We've been ready for a week, dude," sneers Patricia, "what's so special about this house, anyway?"

"I've been told by a contact that the man living there is very dangerous," replies Trey. "So during the week I've taken surveillance of his activities."

Chase raises an eyebrow in suspicion, "who's the contact?"

"A man by the name of Daniel Slig," replies Trey.

"He doesn't sound like any of our usual contacts."

"That's because he isn't one of our usual contacts." Trey notices everyone shifting uncomfortably. "Oh come on guys, he seemed really credible. Especially when he gave me one of these."

Trey puts his metal balls into his pocket and pulls out a ruby the size of a strawberry. Everyone around the table makes a loud gasp.

Trey pockets the ruby. "Daniel said there's more just in that house."

"Trey, this is awesome and all, but what do we know about the guy who lives there?" Asks Patricia.

"Admittedly, all I really know is that he's dangerous. So he probably has powers," Trey gives a nervous smile. "But as I said, he always leaves his house around 7pm and is gone for about half an hour," he gives a cocky smile to Patricia. "Besides Patricia, do I need to remind you of what we can do?"

The metal balls that were in Trey's pocket float in the air and begin spinning like they had in his hand.

"While most of us are very capable with our powers, you with your magnetism, Patricia's telepathy, and my water powers," Chase points at Clara, who's been quiet the whole meeting. "What about this new chick? What's she even capable of?

In response, Trey sends one of the metal balls at Clara. Before it hits her, Clara quickly holds her breath and the ball goes through her harmlessly, creating ripples as if her body we're made of water, and cratering the brick wall behind her.

Chase gives a nod. "Intangibility, nice."

Clara nods back, "My specialty."

Trey reaches his hand out, the ball flies overhead and lands in his hand. "Anyway, it's 6 now. So let's leave already."

They all stand up, Chase accidentally knocking over his chair, before setting it back up. They leave Trey's dirty apartment and get into a black, rusted sedan, Trey at the wheel, and drive off. Their sights set on a small Ohio neighborhood, half an hour away.