I stare at the sidewalk, hands in my pockets, walking briskly. Are...Did we...? Are we really that powerful? Did we fling football players around like ragdolls? Did I really slam someone against the wall with just my mind? I sigh deeply. And I was actually starting to like this place. I guess it's my fault for getting attached though. You can't get attached in this walk of Life. I walk beside Bing down the hall, following behind a shaking Kay.

"What did you do?" She asks, barely audible.

Oh nothing much. Just threatened not only his life but his soul and probably gave him nightmares that will probably cause him to die from lack of sleep anyways. "Nothing I regret and nothing he didn't deserve."

"You didn't murder him right?"

"Sadly not. No." We fall into silence. I wonder if I need to...

"Libra." I raise my head, looking at Kay. "Can you tell anyone who can hear that we are leaving?" Yep. I need to.

I nod sharply, taking a deep breath and exhaling out energy. It's kinda a feeling of goodbye. Basically like when you are walking away from something big and important and you turn and look back for one last glance, before continuing to walk away.

We are nearly to the gates when we hear a familiar voice call out. Damn. I keep forgetting about him. "Hey! You could at least wait for mwa if you invite mwa come."

Jorge. Otherwise known as gorilla. Big ears, high intelligence, and a big mouth that he knows how to use. Sometimes he's ok and I can get along with him...Other times, not so much. Kay stops and lets him catch up. Have fun.

"Oh great." Bing mutters.

"Be nice. He-" I'm cut off by Robert.

"What the heck happened back there?"

"You don't know?" Queen stops and waits for us to catch up.

"No." He grips his little sister's hand tighter. "No, I don't."

"Ah..... You're one of those." I nod. That explains why I've never gotten anything off of him before.

"What's that supposed to mean?" He glares at me.

"Libra." Bing warns.

"Stand down kid." That's the last thing I wanna do. Pissing him off would be dangerous to us all. Especially after that display back there. "It's nothing to terribly bad, it just means that you don't have a clue about what you can do." But if he didn't have any training, how is he that powerful? Hell, I've been practicing for as long as I can remember and he just bursts in and helps us fling football boys around. But then again, anger is a powerful thing.

Robert opens his mouth to respond but Bing cuts him off. "Why are you even out of class?" She says looking back at Gorilla.

"School sucks and all the people that are relatively close to my level of intelligence are already out of the gate."

I snort, shaking my head when sirens draw me from my thoughts. Dammit. Every time. "What the hell do they think the police are gonna do?" Shoot us? Robert's little sister looks terrified at the word police.

"Who knows? Let's blow this Popsicle stand!" Queen picks up the pace.

"Ok. Head to HQ." Kay makes the executive decision. Although it's not like we really need one.

We end up moving around way too much. A year here. A year there. A few months way over there. God we need to get a handle on our tempers. It's always for the right reason but dear Lord I don't think I managed to stay any longer than a year since I've joined.

We cut through the parking lot and take off running. Always with the running. The sirens get louder.

"Running. Why is it running?" Bing growls. It's either that or jail. Or Juvee I guess.

We could do to them what we did to Daniel. Nope. Hell no you evil thing. Down. No. You go back to sleep. Maybe I don't want to. Well you're not in control now are you? What you don't realize Libra is that I am part of you. You will succumb eventually. Like hell I will. And you are not me. We'll see.

I focus on breathing as I run. Yes that sweet little dark ass voice has been a part of me for as long as I can remember.

We rush to the abandon building and I dive through the bushes around back. The sirens are screaming and very close. Dammit Jorge. You should have just waited 'till school got out.

"Wow. Are you guys new at this? That was kinda close." Jorge sasses.

Bitch I ain't in the mood. Still slightly bothered from this whole ordeal and the waking of my inner darkness I snap. "If it wasn't for you it wouldn't have taken half that time."

"Oh. That's what took you weirdos so long." A voice calls out.

"Ginette!!" We all shout out at once.

"My peoples!" She smiles brightly. I don't know how the hell they do it but Kay, Ginette, and Queen are the 'smilers' of the group. Jorge, Bing and I on the other hand aren't so much, but Bing smiles more often than Jorge and I. Or at least really smiles.

"Sheesh. I didn't get that kind of welcome." Jorge pouts. That's cuz she's Ginette and you're Jorge.

"Please you know you love me." She sasses and then laughs.

"Guys...I'm just so happy that we are together now." Kay grins happily. Aw ya big sap.

Our moment is over when Robert speaks. "Well, um...I hate to break up this reunion but can someone explain to me what happened and why are we in this shack?" I keep forgetting he's here.

Kay looks at us and back at him. "Um...Well let's start with the easy part-this is HQ."

"Fire'er up!" I flourish my hand. Ginette turns on the board, and the 'shack', as Robert so kindly put it, lights up with different advanced technologies and a few screens flip up on one wall.

After everything settles, the monitor rings and a face pops onto the screen.

"Hi Agent W." I chorus along with the others.

Agent W is a government executive and is in charge of us. And our affairs. Sometimes it's a good thing, sometimes it's a bad thing. I have to give her credit for keeping us together though. Not telling how many favors she's cashed in or she now owes because of us. We haven't exactly made things easy,per se, for the agency. She also informed us that Ginette and Jorge were part of it too. That explained why we were drawn to them. Or we for the most part. There's kinda an unspoken mutual tension between him and Bing but he's not dead yet so...No worries!

After she pops up on the screen she begins rambling about anger and pride and something about a power shift, or more appropriately an energy shift, basically more or less the same spiel we always get when we have to be relocated. I sigh quietly, head bowed.

"Woah. Breathe-" Queen holds up her hands.

"M-m-mom?!" The hell...? I jerk my head up, looking between Robert and the screen. Oh I see it now. Agent W, Mrs. Weaver. Makes sense.

She smiles. Well that's not forced at all. "Yes honey it's me. Robert, Alexias are you guys alright?" Ooo. Like mother like son.

"Um...I think we are ok." He looks at his little sister. "But I am so lost."

"Some people know nothing about the world around them." Jorge murmurs quietly. Bing cuts a glare. Eh. He's not wrong.

Agent W tells her kids about the paranormal, or as she refers to them, the things you can't see.

It's so much more than that though. These 'things' were once living. They could walk and talk and had feeling. These aren't just all random bursts of energy. Many are souls that can still think. Feel. Hell some can be seen. Sometimes the way people refer to them just bother the hell outta me.

"Well now we have to relocate you guys too." I wince at the tone she uses.

Bing looks at them. "If it helps, no one saw Alexias at all." She looks back up at Agent W.

The mother perks up. "That helps hugely! Now she won't have to leave me. And Robert?" He looks up at her. "You were just about the right age to discover it, at least for our family." He nods. Well. He's certainly handling this well. Kudos to him.

"So what school are we transferring to?" I shiver at Ginette's words. I hate school jumping. I love my friends but I hate being an outsider all the damn time.

"None." Wait. What?! Hope flares in my chest. "You are all old enough, and, for the most part, experienced enough to start on mission. You guys, even as what society refers to as children, are easily among the most powerful in the agency."

Oh honey. You have no idea. WILL YOU GO ON SOMEWHERE?! Ugh. Whatever you say.

I look up, and glance around at our little mismatched group and nod along with the others. 

We are ready.