The weather the next morning was quite nice. It was a welcome surprise from the usual overcast, cloudy days that we usually had.

I sat outside on one of the benches. I was leaning my head against the table and smiling as the warm rays fell on my face. My headphones were in so as to drown out the rest of the world. It was just me and my thoughts.

"Mara, come on, time to get changed," someone said. I opened my eyes. I spoke too soon apparently. I took the earphones out of my ears, paused my music and stood up. I picked my bag up and walked inside, the shade making me instantly feel cold after just having been exposed to direct sunlight.

I got changed quickly and waited in the main area of the building. Soon enough, the others had joined me, all donned in their respective orange jumpsuits.

"Hey, Mara, come look at this," Nathan said, gesturing for me to walk over to him.

"Nah, you come here. You're standing. I'm not," I answered, swinging my legs around so I was facing him. He rolled his eyes but came over anyway. He thrust a phone in my face. On the screen, there was an image. I couldn't actually tell what it was though.

"Is that a woman's phone?" I asked, noticing the purple covering the back. Nathan groaned.

"Yes, it is. Thats not what I'm showing you," he said. "That sick pervert was out there last night. This is him," he stressed, pointing at the image. I cocked my head to the side.

"What exactly is this?"

"Ugh, look, anus, ballsack, cock," he listed, pointing at the various parts of the photo that were supposed to be a naked man. I raised an eyebrow at him.

"You know this looks nothing like those things, right?" I asked, folding my arms.

He grunted in frustration and swiftly walked over to Simon, showing him the photo.

"What's that?" He asked, smiling as he pointed to a part of the photo. I shook my head.

"Thats cock," he said, annoyed. "Look, this guy was out there again last night. We need to do something," he said, addressing the whole group.

"Yeah, like what? What does it even matter anyway?" I asked, standing up.

"He lives with my mum!" He exclaimed. Oh, yeah, thats right. I forgot about that. Probably all the research.

"Wait," I said, gears turning in my mind. "Where were you last night?"

"I was..." He stumbled for the words. "Out."

"Very convincing," I noted.

"Anyway, we need to do something!" He yelled.

"Again, what?"

Nathan paused, mouth opening and closing for a sec. Then he looked at Kelly.

"Can you get me a gun?" He asked. She glared at him.

"No," she deadpanned.

"Something small. Nothin' too lairy, yeah?"

"There is no way, I am getting a dick'ead like you, a gun," she said, putting her hands on her hips. I couldn't help but agree with her. Nathan with a gun doesn't exactly sound like a good idea.

"You can get a gun off the internet," Simon spoke up. He had his phone up and for a second I was confused as to what he was doing. Then I realised he was filming. I wonder why he likes to film things so much.

"What if," Nathan said, ignoring Simon completely. "What if we go 'round there tonight 'n talk to him? But we'll be mature and polite, yeah?" He said, noticing my glare. "And then we'll just tell him to fuck off," he added, small smile gracing his features by the end of it. I laughed. Yeah, I'm sure thats going to work.

"Yeah, and what if he says no?" I asked, raising my eyebrow at him.

"I don't know," he stammers. "We'll improvise. Anyway, who's with me?"

No one replies. Most of the others just look at him blankly. Simon is still filming. It's a surprise Nathan hasn't realised yet actually.

"Its like that, is it?" He puts his hands on his hips.

"So much for being united by a horrific, life-changing experience," he tries to guilt us. I merely smile. "You know, the situation?" Again, no one replies.

"We killed our probation worker?!"

"Jesus, Nathan! Shut the fuck up!" I hissed, looking around to make sure no one else heard. He shook his head.

"God, you're such a dick'ead," Kelly hissed, shaking her head.

"All'a that counts for nothing?" He asked, looking at each of us individually.

"I'll come with you," Simon says nervously. He's stopped filming now, thank god. "If you want someone to come with you."

"I'm not bein' funny but, me and you... buddying up, kicking ass! I'm just not feeling it," he teased. I rolled my eyes. "Lovely thought though, cheers," he winks, patting Simon's shoulder on the way past.

"Prick," I say. He turns, mocks hurt and then goes and sits down on one of the chairs we're supposed to be setting up. Simon clenches his jaw and stalks off.

"Why've you gotta be such a dick, huh?" I asked, glaring at Nathan.

"Sorry, love, I'll lay off your boyfriend then."

"He's not my boyfriend," I pout.

"Really? Coulda fooled me," he teases, giant smirk playing across his lips. I merely rolled my eyes and stood up, helping Curtis set the chairs up.

~~~~

Soon enough it was time to go home. No one had seen Simon since he'd left earlier. Kelly, Alisha and I walked into the locker rooms, ready to get changed out of the horrid jumpsuits we were forced to wear every damn day.

Over the last few weeks I had become more comfortable with the two woman and could now change in front of them. During the first little while, I had to hide behind the lockers and get changed there.

"Did that hurt when you got it?" I asked Kelly. I was talking about her tattoo of a bow on her lower back. She pulled her pants up before answering.

"Hur' like a bastard. I only go' it because my fiancé wanted it," she explained. My head whipped up. Fiancé?

"You're engaged?" I asked incredulously. She shook her head.

"Not anymore. I could 'ear what he was thinkin', yeah? And he wasn't exactly being romantic," she said, pulling her shirt over her bra. I nodded, also pulling my singlet top over mine. I felt a shiver run down my spine and I flinched. What the hell?

"You alrigh'?" Kelly asked. I nodded.

"Yeah, no. I'm fine. I just thought I felt something," I answered, rubbing my back. I couldn't explain it. It felt like someone was watching us? I don't know. It sounds insane.

"Have you shagged anyone since you got your power?" Kelly asked Alisha. She glanced sideways at her, pulling her strapless dress up over her body.

"What do you think?" She asked. The way she said it wasn't hostile so I knew she wasn't trying to provoke anyone.

"What about you? I bet you could get anyone. All you gotta do is change your looks or somefin, right?" Kelly turned to me. Was she saying that I needed to to get laid?

"No, I'm not sayin' tha'," she answered my thoughts. "I was just askin'."

"No, I haven't been with anyone..." Ever.

"Wait, you're a vigin?!" Kelly almost shouted. I whipped around, making sure Nathan hadn't heard. If that twat knew any of this, I'd never hear the fucking end of it.

"What, no!"

"Y'eh are," she said, grinning.

"How old are yah?" She asked. I bit my lip.

"Twenty," I whispered. She and Alisha laughed. God, this is embarrassing.

"Look, just don't tell Nathan, yeah?" I asked, pleading with them.

"Alrigh'."

"Thanks..."

Alisha was still grinning as the three of us walked out of the locker rooms and I frowned. Please, don't say anything. Simon gets teased for being a virgin by Nathan all the time and I didn't particularly wish to jump in that boat with him. I really wish that Nathan didn't tease Simon. He didn't do anything to deserve it. Not that I know of anyway.

With these thoughts, I began my journey home.

Updated on the 25th of April, 2016.