Hi, I'm Keston. Before you learn the story of how we saved the world let's start at the beginning.

I'm Keston Alistar, originally. I have a fraternal twin brother, Austen. We were abandoned at birth and were left at the steps of the Christian orphanage. At the orphanage we always kept quiet and only talked to each other. Our first adoption happened when we were 8.

"Hey Keston and Austen" one of the nuns waved.

I looked at her with an evil glare and Austen replied in his calm, smooth, voice, "See ya." we started leaving.

"Wait!" she yelled, "you're being adopted."

"Pass!" I yelled in my scratchy voice.

"Hello, boys," we ran into a man with a big build and brown eyes and hair.

"Aren't they adorable," the lady next to him said. She was about as skinny as a noodle with black hair and blue eyes.

"Yes," the man said as he ruffled Austen's pitch black hair.

"But they are a little odd looking," the woman explained as she played with my snow white hair.

"Yes," the man agreed.

"Do you still want them?" the nun looked worried.

"Yep," the woman smiled.

"Please come this way please," the nun gestured to the staff room.

"Ok," the man said as they walked inside.

"I hate them," I whispered.

"I know, but it's time for us to get parents," Austen reminded.

"They called us weird," I said.

"Look I'm the older one, so you have to listen to me," Austin said.

"Fine," I said.

"You know why they called us weird, right?" Austen asked.

"Obviously, it's because of our eyes," I replied as I started pacing up and down the hall my blue sneakers squeaking on the tile floor.

"Why are you pacing?" Austen asked as he tried to tie his black tie and make it so it would be straight with his buttons on his salmon button-up shirt.

"Because I don't trust them," I said as I stopped pacing and tied his tie.

"Yeah well.... You don't trust anyone," Austen argued as he hit my hand away.

"I never will trust anyone but you," I replied and fixed my own black tie to line up with the buttons on my white shirt.

"What if I betray you?" Austen asked.

"You won't," I smiled and kicked his leg, leaving mud on his dark blue jeans.

"Brat!" Austen yelled and tried to wipe off the mud.

"Jerk!" I yelled as the woman and man came out.

"It's certain, Austen and Keston you are now part of the Jimi family," the nun lady said.

"Hello, I'm Hillary Jimi and this is my husband Jimmy Jimi," the woman introduce.

"Hello, I'm Austen and he is.." Austen started.

"And I'm Keston," I introduced myself.

"Oh so are you identical twins? I coulda sworn you had white hair," Jimmy said as he pointed to me.

"I do... Or not," I replied taking a look in the mirror and seeing black hair.

"Ummm, when did that happen?" Austen looked at me strangely.

After that a lot of strange things happened to us. Austen's nails grew sharp and my eyes turned blue, like Hillary's. After about a year Hillary and Jimmy took us back to the orphanage. This time it wasn't my fault, Austen kept scratching everything it was odd.

The second family that took us in , a year later, knew what we did and they didn't care. It was two men one named Braison and the other Ken. They got Austen a scratching post and put mirrors all around me so that I'd match myself, I guess. For most of my life with parents I learned what I looked like. My Snow White hair and my yellow cat like eyes, the same as Austen's. For some reason they knew what was wrong with us, but wouldn't say.

Soon after 5 years passed, both Braison and Ken were killed in a car crash. The weird thing was that it was like Austen knew because he said that him and I were gonna wait at home and not go to the grocery store. After the car accident, before we knew, I fell down the stairs and got a scratch on my head exactly where Ken had one.

After a while we both learned how to control what we did. I had to just remember my hair color and what my eyes looked like. And Austen just had to get over his bad habit.

Now we seriously were scared and trying to figure out what was wrong with us we soon found out. Now time to start the actual story. Me and Austen had been in the orphanage until we were 18 then we were kicked out. Now time for the story to start.