Y/n was in the car again. Cassandra was beside her in the backseat, asleep. The still figures of her parents were sitting in the seats in front of her, barely illuminated by the headlights of the car.

" . . .Mom? Dad?" Y/n asked, confused. Where were they doing out this late at night?

"Y/n." Her mother, M/n L/n said. She turned her head towards Y/n, their e/c eyes locking each others gaze.
Everyone always said Y/n had her mother's beautiful e/c eyes.

"Yeah, mom?" Y/n breathed. M/n smiled sadly and grasped Y/n's small s/t hand. "Your father and I love you so, so much. Please don't forget that. I hope that one day you can understand why we have to do this." Her solemn smile disappeared.

"But, before we leave, I need you to know something." Y/n sat there, horribly confused. What was her mom talking about?

"If you ever see people in red robes. Run." 

Before Y/n could respond, there was a loud screech of tires and a quick flash of light before everything went dark.

Y/n woke with a start. Heart pounding, she placed a hand on her heart in an attempt to calm herself down. She raked her fingers through her h/l h/c hair, shaking as small tears slipped down her face. She had been having this nightmare often in the last month, and she still wasn't used to it. The memory of that fateful night in the car was fuzzy, but her mother's words still burned in her mind every time. She didn't want to talk to Cassandra about it, mostly because she thought that their parents abandoned them all those years ago. 

"It's the only logical conclusion!" She would say. And it was, truthfully. When the L/n family was last together, all four of them were in a car, which happened to crash into a truck. After the truck driver called 911 and the police arrived, there were only two little girls in the backseat, cold, afraid, and shouting for their parents. No one believed little Y/n when she told the adults that her parents, in fact, WERE in the car. The truck driver had scratched the stubble on his chin and said he didn't see anyone in the car besides the girls. 

Cassandra and Y/n L/n were almost immediately put into a foster care program, as neither parent had any relatives to care for them. It didn't take the twins long to decide they weren't too fond of it. After months of careful planning, the sisters ran away from home to start a new life. "Ah, good times." Y/n sighed, reminiscing about their first days on their own.

 "Y/N, ARE YOU UP YET?" a familiar voice screamed from outside.

Y/n shook away her gnawing thoughts. "YEAH!"

"GOOD, GET YOUR ASS OUT HERE."

Y/n heaved herself off her bed, groggily rubbing her eyes as she trudged through her room and swung open the door. "Y/n, you look like you got bitch-slapped by a hurricane. I mean, we're moving today! Don't you want to make a good first impression on our neighbors?"

Y/n blinked slowly as she stared at Cassandra. She was humming cheerfully as she skipped over to her and gave her a breakfast burrito. Sometimes it scared Y/n how cheerful she could be in the morning. Is that the same with all morning people?

"Now eat up. The movers already picked up all the stuff, so all we have to do is drive to the town. Did you download the map I sent you?" Y/n nodded as she bit into her burrito. "Cool, Then let's get going!" Cassandra yanked on Y/n's collar, nearly making her choke on her breakfast. "Well, at least I'll be able to catch up on my sleeping in the car." She thinks to herself plainly while being dragged out of the apartment.

*~*~*~*~*

"Y/n, wake up." Y/n jolted awake to Cassandra shaking her shoulder gently. "Oh, crap... How long was I asleep?" She looked around and noticed she wasn't in an area she recognized. Cassandra smirked at her sideways.

"I'm surprised you could sleep for so long. We're here." Cassandra opened the car door and steps out. "Wait, seriously?" Y/n opened her door and followed Cassandra outside.

She was met with a cozy-looking f/c house with a 'SOLD' sign stuck in the front lawn. "Wow. How did I sleep for so long?" Cassandra shrugs. "The inner workings of Y/n L/n are an enigma."
That remark earned her a punch on the shoulder. "Okay, Let's get our stuff unpacked!" Y/n rushed up to her new home with newfound energy, (probably from all that sleep she got) swinging open the door enthusiastically to begin unpacking boxes. Cassandra trudged in after her, rolling her eyes.

*~*~*~*~*

"Hey Y/n, have you seen the box with my computer cables in it?" Cassandra yelled out from the room she called dibs on.
"I put those in your room!" Y/n yelled back from the kitchen, focusing on placing the dishes in the correct cupboards.

"Oh, right. Found 'em!" Shifting boxes could be heard in the distance, followed by some concerning thumps and crashes.

"Are you alright?" Y/n asked, worried her sister might've broken something. "I'm good!" She yells back. Y/n wiped her sweaty brow. Unpacking all of their things sucked, and it seemed to get worse each time they had to do it.

"Hey, Cassandra?" Y/n hollered. "Yeah?" Cassandra strolled down the stairs into the kitchen and slumped her elbows onto the counter. "Can we take a break?"

 Cassandra tapped her chin and stared at the ceiling thoughtfully. "Well, you can if you want. I still got stuff to unpack." Cassandra would usually push herself to the brink of her stamina, so this wasn't surprising. Sadly, Y/n didn't have her grit.

"You don't mind?" Y/n asks, rubbing her arm guiltily. She didn't want to leave her to unpack all by herself.
"I don't really care, honestly. This is actually good. If we're gonna rob the shit out of this town, you'll want to know your way around. Plus, it means I can blast my edgy nine-year-old music." She grinned at that last bit, and suddenly Y/n didn't feel guilty about leaving anymore. 

"Well, I'll call you if I get lost. Later!" She yelled as she closed the door behind her. As soon as it shut, Y/n could hear some sort of indecipherable rap music about lasagna blasting from inside. She rolled her eyes,  walking down the street and leaving her sister to her questionable music.

*~*~*~*~*

Y/n smile to herself contently. This town was SUPER boring, just as she suspected.

She was strolling through the towns park, which was littered with kids playing on the playground and all of them were chattering and laughing jovially. 

Well, almost all of them.

 A young girl of about nine was sitting on a park bench by herself, and she looked as though she was on the verge of tears. Y/n furrowed her brow at the sight. Kids shouldn't look as sad as this, especially when they're in a playground.

Y/n contemplated approaching her, and decided to follow through. She sat down on the bench beside her. "Excuse me... are you alright?" She asked in the most gentle voice she could muster.
The girl flinched away, only then noticing Y/n's presence. "Um. . . sorry. My b-brother says I shouldn't talk to strangers."
She looked even more upset now, and her hazel eyes begin to water.
"Hey, I'm impressed by your wariness of strangers, but I noticed you looked upset and wanted to see what was wrong. If that's okay with you, of course." She seemed to perk up at the response, and she smiled a little. 

"Well... Those sixth-graders took my doll." Her smile vanishes as she pointed over at some oafish looking boys in the basketball court nearby, all huddled around a worn doll.
"What would they want with your doll?" Y/n wrinkled her nose in confusion. "I'm not sure what they want with her, but I heard them say something about 'rockin doll bewbs.' whatever that means." She looked like she was about to cry again. A rage began to grow in the pit of Y/n's stomach as she glared at the boys. Who would do this to a little girl? 

"What's your name, kid?" Y/n asked. "My name is Karen." "Well Karen, I'm Y/n. I'm going to get your doll back for you, alright?"

She nods her head hesitantly, letting out a breath. "Okay." 

Y/n got off of the bench and walked over to where the sixth graders were. They were hunched over the doll, drooling over its 'boobs.' she squinted her eyes at the scene. "Psh, this shouldn't be too hard." She muttered as she approached them. "Hey!"

The sixth graders all simultaneously looked up from the doll at Y/n's face, then at her chest, then back at the doll. "Oh, I'm going to enjoy kicking their fat asses." Y/n whispered to herself through gritted teeth. 

"Oi, assholes! I'm talking to you!" She yelled again. One of the sixth graders stood up and glared at her. "WHAT DO YOU WANT, BITCH?" His voice crack made her cringe, but she didn't back down. She motioned towards the doll. "That doesn't belong to you. Just hand it over, and I'll return it to its owner and there won't be an issue."
She spoke loudly, standing tall and not breaking her gaze. The other sixth-graders snickered at her and stood up behind their leader.
"You want this little dolly back so bad?" He picked it up and dangled it by its foot. "How about this? If we give you the doll... YOU have to give us a pic of your BOOBS!" the other sixth graders seemed to like this idea very much, and began oggling Y/n's chest hungrily. Y/n crossed her arms. "Not happening."

 She scanned the court and noticed a rock by her feet. It was a bit small, but it was big enough to do some damage. She picked it up, took careful aim, and threw it at the guy holding the doll. It hit him in the head and he dropped the doll, wailing at the unexpected assualt.
In the blink of an eye, Y/n rushed up and grabbed the doll. The sixth graders were too busy fussing over their leader to notice her slink away.

Y/n casually strolled to the exit of the basketball court, where she saw Karen waiting. When the small girl noticed her with the doll, her eyes lit up like stars. She ran up to her and grabbed the doll from Y/n's hands, twirling around happily and giggling.
Karen, almost forgetting that Y/n was there, turned and smiled up at her sheepishly. "Thank you so much, Y/n."

Y/n grinned. "Don't mention it. Just stay away from those weirdos, and you'll be alright."

"HEY!" Y/n heard a yell from behind her. She turned around and noticed the sixth graders were there, and they looked really pissed off.

 She let out an annoyed sigh and turned towards Karen. "I'll be back in a second. I've gotta go and kick their butts." She cracked her knuckles and began to walk towards them, contemplating the best plan of attack.

"Oh, don't worry about that!" Karen piped up from behind. "My guardian angel can take care of them!"

Y/n turned around and looked at her quizzically. "See, he's right over there!" She pointed up at the roof of the park's bathrooms. There, watching the whole scene with an expressionless face, was some guy that looked like he got lost on his way to the batman cosplay convention. 

He also forgot that underwear goes underneath your pants, apparently.

The sixth graders seemed to have also taken notice of this boy. They all began to hyperventilate and whisper-yell things like "I thought he only came out at night!" 

While the sixth graders were panicking, Y/n took a moment to assess this new figure.

 His costume was mostly purple, and there was a dark green 'M' on his chest. As previously noted, he was wearing his underwear on the outside of his pants. He was also wearing a sort of cloak, with a cape fluttering behind him and a hood covering his head. There was some sort of little spring with a green question mark on it attached to the hood. She noted that she could see blond hair peeking from his hood, but then she noticed his eyes. The upper half of his face was covered with a mask, but they were visible all the same. They were a mesmerizing shade of blue and they looked so cold that they could see through anyone's bullshit. Then, he noticed her looking at him. 

His blue eyes locked onto her e/c ones, and they stared at each other for a few seconds. Y/n figured that he was studying her in turn to determine if she was an enemy, but she truly couldn't tell what he was thinking. However, she did notice that his eyes softened when he saw Karen looking up at him hopefully.
A few other kids had noticed what was going on and began to gather around, pushing each other to get a good view, recording with their phones or both. 

Suddenly, he did a backflip off the building and landed in front of the sixth graders. A few ran off, but some didn't seem to want to look like wimps in front of the crowd and put their fists up nervously. One was bold enough to charge straight up to him bellowing a war cry, but it was short-lived as he was almost immediately uppercut across the face and out cold on the floor. Two of the brutes decided their odds of knocking him out will be doubled if the charge him from opposite sides, so they do it. The 'guardian angel' crouched down and round-house kicked the first, and upon the second one getting closer, kneed him where the sun don't shine. They both yelped in pain and retreated. A few more sixth-graders approached, and so this mysterious boy dealt with them in a similar fashion. 

Everyone watched the battle in awe and excitement, but Y/n was shocked, confused and scared. She hoped this guy wasn't who she thought he was, but she knew a vigilante when she saw one. 

The worst part was, this guy didn't look like he messed around. 

After the last sixth-grader was down and the guardian angel emerged victorious, the crowd went wild and cheered like they were about to lose their voices. He walked up to Karen and swung her onto his back, which she seemed to find fun. He then turned to address Y/n.

"You were the one who got her doll back, right?" His voice was husky and deep. It made her inwardly shudder. Y/n nodded her head. The guardian angel dipped his head slightly in gratitude."Thanks." 

Before Y/n got the chance to reply, the crowd of children was pushed aside by adults in police uniforms. "What the hell is going on over here?!" One yelled. Y/n turned around to see the guardian angels reaction to this, but he wasn't there. He and Karen had disappeared.

While the police began telling the now grumbling kids to "Move along, there's nothing to see here," Y/n sped out of the park and ducked behind a dumpster, trying her best not to panic. She fumbled for her phone and hastily dialed her sister's number. It only rings once before she picks up. "Hey Y/n, what's up? You didn't get lost or anything, did you?" She laughs. 

"Cassandra."The laughter stopped. "Uh, Is everything okay on your end? Your voice is a bit shaky. . ." Y/n closed your eyes. 

"We have a problem."

~To be Continued~

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Hello everyone! It's Ever. I hope I didn't make the chapter too long, (there were 2,504 words >_>) But thanks for reading! Hope you're enjoying the story, and I'll see you next chapter! Bye!