Logan Doust looks at his house from a distance, watching the four teens getting out of the car and approaching the house.

These kids aren't clever. He saw them park down the street, he saw them as they waited for him to leave his house at his usual time of 7pm. He's seen the same car parked there for almost a week, always right before he leaves; always being careful with his thoughts in case of a telepath. He always hated those guys.

If they think it's their time to take action. He thinks, I suppose it's mine as well.

He gets out of his car, which he parked outside of the cul-de-sac, right behind the house closest to the edge of the street. Not enough to hide him completely, but enough for him to watch the car without being spotted.

Instead of going along the sidewalk, Logan decides to go through his neighbors backyards; jumping over fences and bushes that get in his way. Eventually he reaches his own house, and peeks around the side. He sees a girl at the front porch, scanning the road for anyone who would approach the house.

Just one? Logan smiles to himself. This'll be easy.

Logan closes his eyes and focuses on the area around him. After a short while the temperature drops and Patricia begins to shiver, but still oblivious to Logan and instead focusing on the cold.

He takes this moment to sneak up behind her. Logan quick puts one hand over her mouth and the other on the back of her head. The girl thrashes, trying to get out of his grip. A layer of ice then forms over mouth and the back of her head, quickly encasing her head in a block of ice. She falls over and cracks the ice on the pavement. She's not moving, but whether she's unconscious or dead isn't Logan's concern.

He goes to the front door and slowly opens it, glancing through the crack. Logan doesn't see anyone, but he does hear a loud crash in the kitchen, followed by some swearing.

Logan walks into the house, being sure to close the door, and looks into the kitchen where a man in dark skin rummages through the cabinets; pots, pans, and other kitchen objects laying around his feet.

Of course one of them is a dark-skin.

The man turns around to pick up a pan, when he sees Logan.

"Oh shit!" He yells.

Chase reaches his hand to his pocket and quickly brings out a water gun.

Oh good. He's a water manipulator too.

"Don't come any closer," warns Chase. "Nobody has to get hurt."

Trey stares at the water gun. " Should have thought about that before you robbed my house."

Chase panics and quickly pulls the trigger. Nothing happens. He looks at the water, it's frozen solid.

"Ah shit," he curses.

Suddenly, the sink's faucet begins to shake before bursting off, a massive tendril of water rising into the air, extending from the broken faucet.

The tendril shoots out towards Logan, but quickly freezes as it nears him.

Logan approaches Chase, "you better hope you have other tricks that don't involve water."

Chase runs, but ends up tripping on a block of ice that's frozen to the floor. Logan takes this moment to put his hand on the thief's chest and freezes him. He lets out a scream as he's completely frozen to the ground.

"Well that probably alerted everyone else in the house," mumbles Logan.

"It sure did pal."

Logan turns around and sees a Caucasian man in his early twenties, two metal balls are rotating on the back of his hand, seemingly under their own control.

Logan decides to take this time to try to distract the man. "So are you telekinetic or magnetic?"

Trey smiles, "wouldn't you like to know? Fortunately for me, I know you're chryokinetic."

"Well in that case you should also know that you shouldn't keep iron in your hand when you're near me."

The metal balls stop twirling and stick to Trey's hand. He tries shaking them off but it doesn't do any good.

"Well that sucks," sighs Trey.

He points to the broken faucet on the ground, flying itself at Logan. Logan sees it coming and ducks just in time, freezing it as soon as it comes into contact with the wall.

Logan laughs, but turns around just in time for Trey to hit him in the face with the metal balls still frozen to his hand. Logan backs up to the wall from the impact, a cut on his cheek.

Logan raises his hand, shooting a flurry of icicles. Trey dodges all of them, except for one that hits him in the side. He grabs his side in pain, clenching his teeth. Ice begins to spread out from the wound.

"You know I'll still allow you the chance to leave," says Logan. "Unless you want to be in a block of ice like your friend." He points at Chase, still frozen to the ground.

"It's a little too late for that." Trey snickers. "By the way, quite a shame for you that your house is supported by nails."

Loud snapping can be hears in the ceiling above as nails shoot through wood.

"You idiot! You could kill the both of us and your friend!" Yells Logan.

But it was too late, as the entire house crumbles on top of them.

* * *

Clara peered around the corner, watching the events in the kitchen unfold.

Something bad is going to happen. She thinks. I just know it.

One of Logan's icicles aimed at Trey shoots through Clara as she turns on her intangibility. She quickly turns it off to save her breath.

Despite the fighting going on in front of her, Clara didn't feel the need to run to help.

Until the entire house collapsed.

Clara quickly goes intangible, rubble and dust going through her. When everything settles, she runs into what was once the kitchen and looks around for Trey.

Please don't be dead. Please don't be dead.

She finally finds Trey, but he doesn't look good and he isn't moving.

She puts her ear to his chest to find a heartbeat, but her own is beating so fast and so loud that she can't distinguish between hers and his.

Clara then begins to choke from the lack of air from her intangibility. Stress and intangibility doesn't mix well and she doesn't want to be cut in half from accidentally phasing through some rubble.

She grabs the car keys from Trey's pocket and runs out through what was once a house. As she runs through the front, she trips over something, and with a surprise gasp becomes tangible again and face plants into the ground.

Oh no. Was someone laying there?

Clara's intangibility doesn't work with organisms. So the only thing she could have possibly tripped over is a living creature.

However, it was only Patricia's frozen body. She's happy that it wasn't someone on the house, but she's sad that her friend is frozen and she can't do anything about it.

Clara decides to keep moving, someone's bound to have called the police by now and she did not want to be around for that.

Clara runs to the car and quickly drives away, feeling a pang of guilt for leaving her friends behind. Eventually some police cars speed past her, toward the ruined house.