The first thing I fully registered was the glow of her eyes in the moonlight, they looked like crystalline pools of water. The light made her look like a porcelain doll come to life with her oddly impeccable hair framing her face as she leaned over me. She smirked as she lowered her hand from the place it had been, ready to hit me again if I hadn't woke up the first time.

"Time to get up sleepy head," Anna half whispered at me, "I told you to go to bed early but no, don't listen to the person who has to wake you up at almost midnight."

"Hey, hey," I half slurred the single-syllable words together in my tired attempt, "I'm not the one who organized this shit!"

In my almost-but-not-quite awake state I sounded like I was halfway through a glass of moms scotch. I was warm under my covers with them pulled all the way up to my chin, so comfortable that the sweet familiar darkness of dreamless sleep nipped at the edges of my eyes.

"Oi if you fall asleep again I'm gonna throw this shoe at your big ass head!" She barely whispered from next to my dresser across the room while waving one of my combat boots next to her head.

I sighed and finally sat up against my headboard, letting the blanket fall off my shoulders and leaving my entire upper body to the frigid winters night. I could feel the warmth of a pyromancers blood coursing through my veins beginning to block out the cold, though supposedly I'm one of the select few that received this so called gift from the divine. The only bonus of this acquired trait that I can see is that I haven't had to buy winter clothes in the two years I've had it, other than that it's just convenient to have during the harsh Alaskan winters.

"Here," Anna started as she threw a pile of clothes on the end of the bed, "get dressed and make it quick."  

"Just for that comment I'm gonna take longer!" I almost shouted at her as she was leaving my room.

When the door closed I was left alone with nothing but the full moon to light up the space around me. I sat there for a few moments, just staring at my hands resting on my lap and taking in just how pale I actually am. Usually I'd at least have a little bit of coloration to my skin but in the pale winter moonlight I looked like I might as well have been a ghost.

Finally I flipped the covers off my legs, swung them over the edge and stood up. The hard wood floor felt like ice beneath my feet before the heat spread to them like a wild fire through the woods. I snatched up the first thing in the stack Anna had thrown at me and tried to figure out what the hell it was, turns out it was a shirt so instead of putting in on I dug for a bra. After struggling with the bra for a bit I finally put the shirt on, in the lighting it looked to be a plain black t-shirt with a semi low cut v-neck. Oh yeah, I remember this shirt - yeah I don't wear it cause I don't like the neckline.

I squeezed my thighs into the jeans that had been thrown with everything else, and of course they were my pair of high-rise straight cuts that I never wore because they were so tight on my stomach that I could feel them squeezing my organs until they moved out of place. The only thing I could give Anna props for was making sure it was all black, but then again with my wardrobe it wasn't that hard to do. I sat down on the edge of my bed to put my socks and shoes on, then I laced up my old scuffed up combat boots for yet another dumb stunt in the middle of the night.

After I got done I put my head in my hands and just sat there for a minute thinking, thinking about how this whole thing I'm about to do is going to affect so many more than just me.This decision could change the course of a entire worlds history, I'm told it'd be for the better but really how could someone like me do something good? How can someone whose powers can only really bring destruction make a better world? Fire is infamous for all the destruction it's caused and the tragedies that followed in its wake, so how is someone who can make this element into a ball in her hand supposed to heal a place so damaged it makes my world look nice?

I've always doubted myself when it came to my abilities, but every time I pulled through; whether it was in the second half of a game or a performance I always pulled through and gave it my all. So, why should this time be any different for me? I lifted my head to where the bottom of my face was cupped in my hands and once I had reached my final verdict I stood up and walked over to my dresser. The mirror stood proudly atop the rustic dresser with pictures from the many idiotic plans we actually followed taped to it along the boarders, for a moment I remembered why I had truly agreed to this as I saw their smiling faces.

I looked away from them and into my own eyes, the cool grey shifting like liquid silver in the moonlight but unlike the blue of my twins it didn't seem to glow like headlights. Quickly I remembered why I had come over, to put my hair up. I spotted one of the many hair ties laying around within the clutter on my dresser and sloppily put my ebony hair up into a high ponytail. Satisfied with my monstrous looks I turned and headed for the door, and surprisingly I didn't even hesitate as I left for the last time.

The door closed with a soft click and small sigh before I walked down the hall towards the stairs, I dragged my hand across the familiar faded blue walls as I walked. When I reached the stairs the urge to slide down the banister beckoned me as it always had, and like every time before I simply rested my hand on the cold wood and walked down the stairs like a normal person.

When I reached the base of the stairs I let out another minuscule sigh as I gazed at our front door, the last thing between me and the night was this thick wooden door. Slowly I crept towards it and picked up the black backpack laying on the floor next to it, swinging the bag over my shoulder before finally reaching for the knob. On the porch would be Anna with her bag, waiting for me to come out or lights to turn on.

I opened the door and stepped out into the harsh darkness of the cold night knowing that this was going to change everything. On the porch Anna was leaning against the railing next to the steps but pushed herself up as I closed the door behind me.

"You ready?" She asked, holding her hand out to me.

"Of course I am." I grabbed her hand and walked off the porch with her.

Hand in hand we walked down the road in the dark of the night, never to be seen here again.