Katrina was in the dark. Not a scary kind, the kind you were scared of when you were little. It was more like a soft, velvety, darkness, caressing Katrina's body gently.

Katrina would be content to stay in that darkness forever, but a light appeared in front of her. She didn't know how long it took for the light to appear. It could've been seconds, hours, months, or even years.

The light wasn't particularly bright, but it was bright enough to stand out in the midst of the darkness. Curiosity overtook Katrina and she floated towards it, brushing the light with her fingertips.

The light sucked her in, jarring her to reality. Katrina's body started tingling uncomfortably in a pins and needle sensation. The light overwhelmed her, making her squint.

"She's moving!"

"I think she's waking up!"

"Katrina? Katrina!"

Katrina groaned, flipping over. She opened her eyes. She was lying on warm black rock. For a second, she forgot where she was. Then, all her memories came rushing back to her. Katrina yelped, realizing the 'black rock' under her must've been cooled lava.

"The volcano!" she exclaimed, gasping. Wyne gently pounded her on her back as she coughed up seawater. She slowly sat up with the help of Wyne, looking around her.

It seemed like half of the arena had been destroyed, including most of the forest and city, as well as the village. If they had stayed in the village or tried to run away on foot, they undoubtedly would've died. The farm was untouched, as it was the farthest from the volcano.

"Weren't we on boats?" Katrina asked.

Blythe nodded. "The current was too big and it swept you away. Ted dived after you and managed to save you using his power, though. Thank goodness he was there, otherwise we don't know whether we would have ever been able to get your heart to start beating again."

"My what?" Katrina asked, confused. "My heart stopped beating?"

Blythe nodded. "Ted used his power to delay your death long enough for him to get you to one of the boats, where he performed CPR and saved you."

Katrina blushed, ashamed at the fact that she, once again, had to be rescued. She vowed to herself that she wouldn't be that helpless again.

"Thanks, Ted," she said.

"No problem," he grinned. "After all, isn't that what friends do? Save each other from drowning and death?"

Ted's smile was contagious. Katrina found the corners of her lips creeping upwards against her will.

"Everyone still survived though, right?" Katrina asked. If she had been swept away by the current, what were the chances that the others were, too?

Dean shook his head and Katrina's heart plummeted. It was her idea to take everyone out on the boats, so the blood of the dead ones would be on her hands.

Dean listed three names Katrina didn't recognize. All three of them were swept out to sea, like Katrina was.

"The group who were exploring the forest are probably gone, too," Dean said, "judging by the destruction of the forest."

Katrina hung her head in mourning of the eight lost individuals, especially the three who had died in the ocean.

"Hey, don't feel bad," Wyne said, sitting down next to her. "If anything, it was just as much as my fault as yours. If I hadn't passed out, then they would still be alive." His mood immediately darkened, making it clear that he blamed himself too.

Katrina shook her head. "You saved us when you teleported us away from the city. If you had done anything else, none of us would be alive."

"But if I had-"

"No," Katrina said. "It's not your fault."

They sat in silence for a while, watching the ocean currents and the rapidly rising sun.

"So, what do we do now?" Katrina asked. "The city and forest are gone, as well as the village. The only thing I can think of is to go to the farm and build another village there."

"That was what I was thinking," Dean replied. "I was planning to relocate everyone there once we have salvaged everything we can from the village."

"Is there anything left?" Katrina asked, wondering what the extent of the damage was.

Dean shook his head. "Not much. None of the animals or any tools survived."

"What about the city?"

"Most of the buildings have collapsed and I don't want to risk sending anyone into the buildings that haven't," Dean replied.

"Speaking of salvaging," Celia said, walking towards them. "I think we're ready to go. We gathered everything we thought would be useful."

"Good," Dean said. "Give me a list of the supplies we have later. For now, go and get everyone organized. We're going to the farm."

Celia did as he asked, and soon, the remaining twenty-seven of them gathered in front of Dean. He gave instructions not to wander off and to stay behind him, and soon, they set off for the farm.

"I could just teleport us," Wyne said to Katrina unhappily, "but Dean said something about wanting me to rest after passing out last time I teleported."

Katrina secretly agreed with Dean but expressed noises of sympathy. Wyne soaked them all up, annoyed at Dean for turning down his offer to teleport everyone. Soon, he moved away back to Dean, where Wyne started arguing with him about teleporting again.

Katrina slowed down to walk alongside Celia and they chatted happily about her ability.

"Can you make an illusion of anything?" Celia asked.

"As long as I know what it looks like," Katrina replied. "The better I know the object, the more realistic it is."

An apple formed in Katrina's hand and they discussed the shadows and bruises on it. Celia was an artist and Katrina, in some ways, was one too, as she needed to be in order to create a realistic illusion.

Katrina altered the illusion based on Celia's suggestions, and by the time they arrived at the ruins of the farm, Katrina could barely tell that her illusion wasn't real.

The farm looked exactly as it did before, except that all the water had drained away. The only thing after the flood that had destroyed the farm were a few pieces of wood and an old well, full of rainwater.

"Okay everyone, gather everything you need to build a replica of our old village. I want us to have a shelter before sunset tonight," Dean ordered.

Katrina obeyed, starting to walk towards the pile of wood the other people had brought with them.

"Oh no you don't," Dean said, stopping her from grabbing a log.

"You need to recover from your near-death experience. You're going to sit right here and rest," he said, leading to her to the tree stump where he had made his first announcement when they had just arrived in the Experiment.

"But-"

"No buts," he ordered. He walked away, leaving her alone.

Katrina didn't obey his order, but didn't disobey it, either. She spent her time trailing behind others, but didn't do any of the work herself. She offered to create an illusion of a cloudy sky to make everyone feel cooler and brought water to the exhausted builders from the well.

At noon, Dean called for a break. Celia walked over to Katrina, who was sitting under a tree, and collapsed next to her.

"Building the huts the first time was bad enough," Celia groaned, fanning her face with her hand, "but a second time is even worse. You're lucky you don't have to build."

"Speak for yourself," Katrina replied. "I want to build. I hate feeling useless."

Katrina lifted her hand a grabbed the apples that were floating towards them using telekinesis. She bit into the sweet, crispy flesh of the apple, waving a hand in thanks to a small Indian girl, the telekinetic Alisha Wright.

"Hey Katrina," Celia started. "Can you turn invisible?"

Instead of replying, Katrina placed an illusion on herself, blending into her surroundings. She moved away, placing herself to Celia's right.

"Woah," Celia said, facing her left where Katrina previously was. "That's cool."

"Boo!" she yelled. Celia shrieked as Katrina reappeared, laughing and clutching her stomach. The look on Celia's face was priceless.

"How did you do that?" Celia wondered.

"Magic," she grinned. "Literally."

"No, I meant how did you move away so quietly?"

"Practice," Katrina replied, sitting down again. "When I found out that I could turn invisible, I taught myself how to move silently without making any noise."

"If that girl ever becomes a spy," Ted says, joining them, "well, the world better watch out. You have no idea how many times she scared me using that trick."

"I can imagine," Celia said. "Being able to do that is so useful!"

"It is," Katrina agreed. "I've sneaked into countless movie theaters doing that."

"The better thing is," Ted added, "she can sneak me into the movies too! That's the only reason I'm her friend," he ended jokingly.

Katrina gently shoved him, grinning as he pushed her back.

"Can you turn me invisible?" Celia asked. Katrina nodded, and in a second, she disappeared from view.

"Woah," she said, wiggling her fingers in front of her face. "This is so cool! I can't even see my own hand."

"I can," Ted said smugly. "If you focus, you can see that the place where the illusion ends is slightly blurry, especially when you move."

"Really?" Celia concentrated. "I can't see it."

"It takes practice," he replied.

"What about you?" Celia asked, turning to Katrina. "Can you see the illusion?"

Katrina snorted. "I'm the one making the illusion. Of course I can see it! Well, I don't even need to see it. I can sense where you are, which helps me adjust the illusion to match your movements."

"Sense?" Celia asked. "What do you mean by that?"

"It means she once blindfolded herself almost 24/7 for a month in order to train her other senses," Ted said. "She was convinced that by doing that, she would be able to tell where someone is moving just by hearing."

"Well, it worked out great, didn't it?" Katrina countered.

"Yeah, but if you ask me, it wasn't worth blindfolding yourself for a month."

Katrina rolled her eyes as Dean called everyone to go back to work. By the time they stopped again for dinner, everyone except Katrina was exhausted. Even Alisha barely had enough mental energy to telekinetically pass out more apples for dinner.

"You okay?" Dean said, walking to her.

"Yeah, why?" Katrina asked.

"Last time I saw you holding an illusion that big, you looked exhausted and ready to pass out."

"Are you talking about that fire? No, that illusion was way bigger than the one I'm holding now. That one had the illusion of sound, touch, and sight, but this one only has the illusion of sight and touch," she explained. "I'm not even tired. I feel like I could hold this illusion for days."

"Well, if you're sure then," he replied uncertainly, walking away.

"Speaking of holding illusions for days, can you hold an illusion while you sleep?" Celia asked.

Katrina jumped, not realizing that she had overheard their conversation.

"So much for sensing people, then," she joked.

"I can only sense people when I'm concentrating," Katrina replied, annoyed. "And to answer your question, I can't hold an illusion overnight."

"When was the last time you tried?" Celia asked.

"About a year or two ago, why?"

"Well, your ability must've improved in that time, right? Why don't you try tonight?"

Katrina thought it over before nodding her head.

"Sure, why not? I have nothing to lose anyways."

That night, as they were preparing for bed in the newly built huts, Celia entered Katrina's hut, slapping down a grass mat on the left side of the room.

"Dean said that there aren't enough huts for everyone to have their own, so I'm being your roommate," Celia said. "Also, don't forget to try to hold an illusion while you sleep."

Katrina groaned. The thought had completely slipped her mind.

"I don't even know how to do it," Katrina complained as she curled up under her thin blanket on her mat.

"Just try," Celia encouraged. "You'll never know if you don't."

"Aren't you going to sleep?" Katrina asked as Celia sat down on her mat and leaned against the wall, using her blanket as a backrest.

"Nope," she declared happily. "I'm going to stay right here and make sure that that illusion stays up the entire time while you're asleep."

Katrina sighed. She regretted having ever agreeing to the difficult and daunting task in front of her.

She created an illusion of an apple floating in the air.

"Really? That small?" Celia groaned.

"It's my first time!" Katrina protested.

"Fine."

Katrina relaxed, keeping the apple illusion going. She closed her eyes and soon drifted off to sleep.

...

"Wake up!" Celia hissed, shaking her shoulder roughly.

"What? What is it?" Katrina mumbled.

"Your illusion died!"

Katrina groaned.

"How long did I manage to keep it up for?"

"No time at all," Celia replied. "It died as soon as you fell asleep."

Katrina revived the illusion, glowering at Celia.

"Happy?"

Celia nodded, unfazed by Katrina's glare. Katrina flipped over, drifting back to sleep before being woke up a second later.

"Let me guess," Katrina started before Celia spoke, "my illusion died." Celia nodded and Katrina created another illusion.

The process repeated over and over again until Katrina was tired of hearing the words, "Your illusion died again." The next time Katrina woke up to those words, she tried a different strategy.

Instead of just falling asleep with the illusion on her mind, Katrina tried to connect to the illusion with her subconscious, so that it was like a little thought at the back of her mind, not at the front. She closed her eyes and imagined seeing the illusion from Celia's eyes, instead of her own.

The next morning, she woke up to the sound of chirping birds instead of Celia's voice.

"Good job," Celia said, seeing Katrina stir. "You kept the illusion overnight."

"Really?" Katrina pumped a fist. "Yes! Finally!"

"Even better, none of the details disappeared. When I poked the apple, you even made it wobble!" She pointed at where the illusion was.

"Look." She poked the air then looked at her expectantly.

Katrina frowned.

"Is the illusion still going?" she asked.

"Yeah, why?"

"I can sense it, but I can't see it." Katrina turned the illusion off before turning it on again.

"Ah, I can see it now! I wonder what I did before," she mused.

"Try doing what you did before," Celia encouraged.

Katrina concentrated and imagined seeing through Celia's eyes. Then, she turned the illusion off and turned it on again.

"Yep, the illusion is here," Celia confirmed.

"Not for me," Katrina replied, frowning. "I mean, when I imagine seeing from your perspective, I can see it, but from my own..."

Celia gasped. "Do you have two abilities?"

Deviants with two abilities were rare and practically unheard of, but they existed. The only ones Katrina knew of were the legendary elite group of Deviants, the Guardians. Many of the Guardians had multiple powers and they protest for Deviant rights by leaving messages to the world using their abilities.

"So?" Celia asked, interrupting her thoughts. "Do you?"

"Not that I know of," she replied.

Celia turned her back on her and stuck her finger in the dirt, writing something. Katrina couldn't tell what it was from where she sat.

"Try to look from my perspective and read what it says," Celia ordered.

Katrina sighed and rolled her eyes, but did it nonetheless. She imagined looking from Celia's perspective and gasped.

The message said, "Congratulations! Your second ability is: Clairvoyance."

...

Katrina has a second ability! To be completely honest, I didn't expect this twist coming until I wrote it.

If you could have any superpower, which one would you want?