[Fear's POV]

I sat in front of the candle in my room, studying the flame as it grew and shrunk.

I know I'm in Phase 5, I murmured in my head as I watched the flame. Shower water should not be able to levitate off of the floor.

Or turn into an actual thunderstorm and nearly electrocute me.

I focused on the flame, the billions of years of practicing this very ability returning to me.

I felt a slight tingle at the back of my neck, just before hearing the tap open. After a few moments, I noticed a trail of water defying gravity in my piriferal vision. It slowly made it's way to the flame, circling around it until it formed a whole orbit.

Water.

Slowly, as the tap closed, dirt from a nearby potted plant made its way to the other two, defying gravity as well. It slowly formed a loose ball around the flame, allowing some of it to show as it too started spiraling.

Earth.

The flame steadily rose off of the wick, the orb of dirt and ring of water following it.

Fire.

The air around the ring of water and orb of dirt coellesced, becoming almost solid.

Air.

I concentrated in the mixture, the basis of creation. My eyes never left the orb as I muttered under my breath.

"Don't lose focus. Don't lose focus. Don't lose-"

"Hey Nicci boy," Max popped his head through the doorway, breaking my concentration.

"HOLY SEAGULL-" before I could say anything else, the whole mixture combined in a flash of light and-

There was a seagull standing on my desk.

There was a seagull standing on my desk.

A seagull that very much was not there at the beginning, but that was not my priority.

"Ah, great," I rolled my eyes and leaned towards the gull. "Where did I muck up this time?"

"Dude, what the hell-" before Max could finish, the seagull opened its mouth and caught a fly on the wall, its tongue being one more suited for a chameleon.

And those small teeth in its beak look wicked sharp-

"Not again," I sighed as I made the gull combust on itself. "Why is it always the mouth?"

"Dude, what the heck just happened?"

"I was busy doing something," I looked at him out of the corner of my eye. "Trust me, that's all you want to know."

"If you think I'm going to buy that," I glared at him, only to see him completely dodging my eyes. "Don't even try that stare of yours. We know that's how you stop us, but we're not letting this one slide."

It was like looking at a kicked puppy. He sat still, looking like he just had the life knocked out of him. Hopefully along with his idiotic rebellious streak, but I know I'm not that lucky.

I felt the heat radiating from my eyes, but I dismissed it as tears.

"Your friend, Claire," he shrugged slightly. "I guess she kind of... knocked some sense into us. We don't know much about you, even though we practically grew up with you," he looked at my face again. "I know you've made it clear that half of the stuff we get into should most probably be illegal, but you're still part of the group. You always get us out of everything, so we also want to help you-" He gasped as I opened my eyes, the burning getting too strong for me to ignore.

I felt liquid streaming from my face, but the temperature and the texture of the liquid itself let me know exactly what it was.

Melted plastic.

I burnt through my contacts again.

Uh oh.

A/N: I didn't realise how close I am to finishing this book until I checked.

This book is nearly finished already.

When did that happen?

(Okay, okay, so I'm going to change it and vamp it up a little, I know. Don't remind me).

So, since this book is nearly finished, I figured I might as well finish it before continuing my other books.

Also, CLIFFHANGER!!!

I love my job sometimes.

Enjoy :3

Denograde out ;)