We drive back to the cabin in peaceful silence, each of us not knowing what we're going to find when we get there.

As we pull up to the house, ten minutes later we see the trees swaying in the wind, with leaves flying around and what sounds to be a violin.

Allison and I share a confused look, getting out of the car and heading into the house. I get my hands ready to attack in case Harold comes after us.

We open the door to see the things in the cabin swaying as well, as if the wind was inside the cabin.

I walk farther into the cabin seeing Vanya in the middle of the room playing her violin. "Vanya, is that you?" I ask.

"Vanya, there you are. What is going on?" asks Allison, having now caught up to me.

"What are you guys doing here?" asks Vanya, stopping her playing. The wind starts to die down now.

"We came to find you. Are you okay?" asks Allison.

I look around the room and walk towards the windows as Allison and Vanya continue talking. I notice that the wind has started to die down outside causing the trees to sway less and the leaves to flutter back towards the ground.

Tuning back into the conversation I catch the most recent thing that was said between my superstar sister and my ordinary sister.

"I mean... I made those things happen. With my powers." says Vanya, somewhat confidently. "Turns out I've had them all this time. It's weird, huh?"

I don't try to hide the shock that's on my face when I walk back over to the two. Though Allison looks shocked, she soon looks guilty for something.

"It's in..incredible." gasps Allison.

"That's great V. You can be one of us, fucked up superheros." I say, smirking.

"But?" starts Allison, looking towards me slightly scared.

I furrow my brows not knowing why she's scared and not happy for our sister. 

"Ca...Can we do this in the car?" suggests Allison.

"Why?" questions both me and Vanya at the same time.

"You're not gonna wanna hear it." states Allison as calm as possible.

"Well, that's never stopped you two before." snides Vanya, causing me and Allison to both wince slightly.

"Leonard Peabody? His real name is Harold Jenkins." says Allison slowly, as if she's talking to a scared animal and doesn't want it to run away. "Remember when I couldn't find anything in the library on Leonard? It's because Leonard Peabody doesn't exist. Harold Jenkins does."

"He was in prison for 12 years. He murdered his father when he was 13." I state calmly. 'Wish I could have done that as well.'

"This is... insane." mutters Vanya, not knowing how to react to our news. "His dad was an engineer at the..."

"We have the police report in the car, Vanya. I can show you." says Allison calmly, wanting to calm our distraught sister like she does with her own daughter.

"I don't, I don't understand." explains Vanya, not wanting to believe what were saying.

"Leonard, Harold, I... I know it doesn't make any sense, and I know it sounds crazy, but we were in his house." Allison explains.

"Don't make us sound creepy Allison." I say sarcastically, receiving a glare from both sisters.

"He has pictures of all of us, with our eyes gouged out." Allison continues, ignoring my comment.

"Wh..What? I.." stutters Vanya.

"I promise, we will tell you everything in the car, but it is not safe." comforts Allison.

"No, stop." exclaims Vanya, standing up and moving towards a chair.

"Look, um... I can't imagine how hard it is for you to hear this... how you feel  right now, but I..." stutters out Allison. "I love you, and I... I just... I wanna be here for you, we want to be here for you, as your sisters."

"There's just no way. I love him. This just doesn't make any sense." says Vanya, holding her head and starting to get overwhelmed. I look around to see that the wind has started to pick up again, causing the wind chimes on the porch to swing again, the trees to sway, and the leaves to fly through the air.

"And this power, I...I don't know. I don't know what's going on." admits Vanya, fear in her voice. "I don't know what to do."

I look over to Allison for help with comforting our sister when I see her eyes slightly glazed over. "I understand now." mumbles Allison quietly, me and Vanya almost missed it due to the wind.

"When we were four." starts Allison, not meeting either of our eyes. I think back to when we were four, as Allison continues her story. "Dad told us you were sick. You had to be isolated. We were so young."

I gasp, remembering what Allison was talking about. "None of us knew to question it." I say suddenly.

"But then he asked me to do something. I never understood...." says Allison, solemnly. "until now. He made me an accomplice."

"Not just you, me as well." I say sadly.

"You guys did this to me?" asks Vanya, angrily.

"I...I... I didn't realize." explains Allison.

"You knew this whole time?" exclaims Vanya, getting more angry. "That I had powers?"

"No, no! I didn't really understand until we came today, until I saw it." I say, trying to keep my voice steady and calm.

"Well, now it all makes sense. This is why you guys never wanted me around." Vanya grumbles out angrily.

"What! No." exclaims Allison. We both gape at Vanya, not understanding how she can accuse us of this.

"You couldn't risk me threatening your place in the house, your... your dominance." yells Vanya.

"You could have never threatened my dominance, I was more special than any of you." I say coldly, not wanting to continue being kind to her.

"That is not true." reasons Allison, still trying to hold onto her sister.

"You couldn't handle the fact that dad may find me special." yells Vanya. The wind starts to pick up around us. The cabin starts to shake along with everything that is inside and around us. 

"You are special, with or without your powers." says Allison, slowly losing her patience with Vanya.

"Don't... don't say that!" yells Vanya, having thrown out all civility.

"We have a chance to start over." I yell harshly.

"You both destroyed my life!" yells Vanya.

"Oh, please, Vanya." scoffs Allison, having lost her motherly tone. "Everything is out in the open. We can move on!"

"Oh, I'm moving on. Just not with you both, with Leonard." states Vanya calmly, the wind continues to pick up.

"With Harold you mean." explains Allison.

"With Leonard. The only person who has ever loved me for me." states Vanya. The wind suddenly picks up, causing a ringing to sound out causing Vanya to slightly laugh. "Look me in the eye and tell me you aren't threatened now."

The wind whistles around us, the cabin moving some more. "I don't wanna argue with you." yells Allison over the wind.

"Then go!" yells Vanya. "And take daddy's little girl with you."

"We're only trying to help you." I state calmly, smiling with how worked up she's getting.

"I don't want your help." yells Vanya.

"Vanya, we love you." cry's Allison, trying to get through to Vanya again.

"Stop saying that!" Vanya continues to yell.

I look around to see the wind has really picked up. "Are you... are you okay?" I ask, slightly concerned.

"I said go!" yells Vanya.

"Please don't make us do this." yells Allison. She locks eyes with me as I move around Vanya and towards the windows. I get my hands ready, ready for Allison to start.

The glass smashes behind me. "I heard a rumor..." says Allison, her voice echoing towards Vanya.

My hands heat up until there's flames in them. 

Vanya swishes her bow across Allison's neck, slicing her throat open. She turns towards me and turns my fire towards me and the cabin, lighting the cabin on fire and knocking me out the window.

I fall to the ground as I watch the cabin go up in flames. I try to stand up, only to fall back to the ground, having the wind knocked out of me. I see Harold and Vanya running out of the house.

I lock eyes with Harold as I go to shoot fire at him with the last of my strength when I feel a sharp pain in my abdomen. Looking down I see blood leaking from my stomach.

I fall to the ground, hearing Vanya screaming and a car speeding away. I look towards the house to see it still on fire knowing Allison is in there with a slit throat. I try to stand only to fall back down.

I start to crawl towards the stairs when I lose consciousness. Falling asleep to the sound of the roaring fire and another car pulling up.