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The powers they have in this are based off of a list of powers I found directed towards the elemental powers which I will show at the end of this OneShot. Also, this will be my personal take on the "Elemental Powers".

AU
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Logan was the first to find out his powers.

He was only thirteen at the time, reading a book he rather enjoyed while sitting inside of a classroom, waiting for the bell to ring and the lesson to start. He would admit he was one of the more bullied students, with a lack of friends and social stance, the bullies found him to be an easy target.

Take for example right now. He could hear the laughter of boys and girls from outside, knowing they were staring at him through the small window implanted into the door, he usually took no notice at the insults but for once the annoying students actually walked into the classroom, one of the girls snatching the book away from his grasp.

"Hey, nerd" she taunted, grinning at a boy who yanked his bag from the chair, going through it's contents.  Sighing, Logan glanced around at the circle of students that formed around him. "May I have my belongings back?" He asked as politely as he could, jaw clenching with unearthed rage.

"What's the magic word?" Another mocked him, Logan gritted his teeth as he spoke. "Please"

"Sure!" A girl who appeared beside the one holding his book chirped, the circle of students sharing smirks, making him fear for the worst with his stuff. He assumed they were going to shove it into a bin, which is why he reluctantly followed the squad of students who all laughed and flung his things around to one another. Somewhat glad he kept his phone in his pocket.

They led him all the way outside onto the playground, standing beside the tall fence that surrounded the field.

"Want your stuff?" The tallest boy said, stuffing all of it back into the bag roughly, making him wince as some of his books were bent as they were placed inside.  "Come and get it" he held his arm outstretched, but as Logan was the smartest boy there, he knew it was a trap. Instead of taking a step closer, he stayed stuck to his spot a few feet away, arms crossed over his chest.

As anger burned throughout his body, the students chuckled to themselves, waiting for him to take it from the bully, ready to attack when he does so.

"I will inform a teacher-"

"Awh, is the little nerd gonna tell us of?" The same boy taunted, earning laughter from each of them, laughter that was really grinding his nerves. Clenching his fists, his eyes narrowed into slits, a hateful glare warping his expression. "Going to" he corrected, suddenly, a smug smirk crossed his lips.

"I see why you were held back a year" he mocked, the boy's amused expression slowly dropping to one of hate. Throwing the bag over his shoulder and across the fence, Logan sighed, flinching back as the tall boy marched up towards him in just a few steps.

Raising his arms in front of his body to try and defend himself, he tensed upon hearing the boy let out a grunt. Peeking down at him, he noticed the ground the bully was standing in suddenly collapsed, leaving him stuck in a hole up to his waist.

"What the..." he drifted, trying to tug himself out but he was stuck. Walking back a little, Logan cocked his head, how could that of happened? The field they stood on was stable, it would have to be for a school to be built on it, so how could the ground just fall in like that? The bully was tall and bulky, but did not weigh enough to create a hole that deep for him to get stuck in.

Half of his friends laughed while the other half tried to get him out, completely blanking Logan who snuck around them to the fence, grumbling at the sight of his bag on the small hill leading to a thorn-filled hedges surrounding this side of the fence. Bending down, he knew it would be fruitless to try and stick his hand through the fence, so his hands fell to the ground.

Ready to give up and tell a teacher, he heard a low rumbling sound below him, the ground beneath his hands shaking. Gasping quietly, he shuffled back on his legs, the apparently now loose ground beneath his bag crumbling and dipping under the fence, his bag slowly falling with the ground, sliding halfway under the fence.

As everything stopped moving, he glanced over his shoulder, seeing the bully still stuck in the ground, and a few teachers quickly heading their way. Scooping up his bag, he dusted the dirt particles off, hurrying behind the few trees that blocked him from the teachers vision so he wouldn't be mixed up in the problem that occurred.

Never before in his life had Logan felt powerful, or any sort of power, but for some reason at this point he did. Tucking his bag onto his shoulders, he stared at his hands, eyes averting up to the crowd of students and teachers that were only getting bigger and bigger as more and more people became intrigued.

Outstretching his hand, he narrowed his eyes, imagining the ground around the bully to collapse even more, to let him escape, and to his amazement everything he was thinking happened at the exact same time. Yelping, he fell backwards, staring at his hands wildly as the crowd yelled in the background, wondering how on Earth the ground moved like it did.

Logan watched teachers usher the kids away, the bully now free quickly standing up and dusting himself off, glaring and yelling at the hole, then to the teachers, telling them he'd "sue" them for having dangerous ground in their field.

Intrigued by the conversation, he didn't notice the grass that grew at impossible fast rates around his hand, only finally taking a double glance because of the soft ticklish feeling. For a moment, he couldn't move, frozen at the image of grass growing and coiling around his arm, only jumping up when he regained his senses, backing up quickly away from that spot as the grass slowly shrunk down to their original length.

"I am...going insane" he whispered, leaving a large enough distance between him and the yelling student as he walked by, hurriedly making his way to his lesson.

That afternoon when he arrived home, he wanted to diminish the memory of earlier today, but no matter how many different books he read, or how much homework he did, somehow something reminded him of what happened, not only that but it was just tucked away in the back of his mind, almost teasing him because it wouldn't go away.

Anger getting the best of him, he stood up and marched straight outside. He was ready to prove what happened earlier today was a coincidence, and the ground just caved accidentally. Nothing to do with him.

Kneeling down on the floor, he set his left hand down against the grass, he imagined it caving under him...reopening his eyes...nothing happened.

"There" he muttered, going to stand up but he felt...unsatisfied, as if a small part of him wanted it to be real. Frowning, he slowly moved back to the same position, clothing his eyes and letting out a long, deep breath, pulling one in afterwards.

He remember what happened before, the fear mixed with anger he felt, if he did have these...impossible, unexplainable powers, he must've awakened them with emotion.

Combing back his hair, he carried on his slow, deep breaths, hand pressed firmly to the ground, forcing his brain to remember and replay the insults from the bullies, images of them ruining his day flashing through his mind. Although he wouldn't be able to create such raw emotions like he had earlier that day, he could feel the frustration caused by those bullies each day bubble in the pit of his stomach.

As this happened, he suddenly focused on the idea of the ground beneath his hand falling in slightly...

A few seconds passed, his hand that was once resting on the ground suddenly felt as if it were pressing against nothing. Just hanging in the air. Clenching his hands, he slowly reopened his eyes, awe flooding through him as he saw some ground had caved in. Arising, he looked around him to see if anyone was watching, luckily he was alone.

Rushing inside, he locked the door, staring down at his hands that held powers he originally thought were illogical and fake. Catching his bottom lip between his teeth, he looked up at the outside world, wondering what else he could possibly do with these new found powers...

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"Roman! Get down here right now!"

Roman was next to discover his powers.

He was sitting at his desk, mindlessly doodling in his sketch book while humming a soft Disney tune. He didn't expect the sudden velocity of his mother's voice, but judging by the tone she used, she was not one to be messed with and or ignored at this point in time. Quickly rushing down the stairs, he appeared in the kitchen, eyes widening at the mess that littered across the floor. It was obvious flour was poured across the black and white tiles, with eggs broken onto counters, and other random foods thrown about.

Being fifteen years old, Roman would never do something like this, which is why is four younger siblings instantly came to mind. The oldest after him was at a friends, so it couldn't be him, the other was out with their Dad all day, leaving the two twins, two girls who loves messing up.

That's why he didn't understand why he was called down.

Tapping the doorframe, he pushed his lips to the side, making a soft "tsk" sound. "Shall I get Ari and Sophia?" He offered, but as he said their names they came from behind the second door opposite that led into the same room, both with mischievous expressions on their faces. "What is the meaning of this?" His Mother demanded, looking furious. He would be to if this was his kitchen.

Suddenly realising what was going on, his shoulders dropped along with his jaw. "Y-you can't seriously think I did this?!" He stammered, gesturing to the mess. His mother crossed her arms and raised an eyebrow, her expression alone answered his question. She does think he did this. 

"Roman, I understand I don't pay you much attention anymore, but that doesn't make it okay to ruin my kitchen!" She cried, dragging a hand through her ruffled hair. He opened and closed his mouth like a fish, unable to come up with a response, he was so shocked, and mad. He couldn't care if his family didn't give him attention! The only attention he wants is when he's on stage performing in his school, he gets that his parents are busy, but do they seriously think he would do something as convoluted as this?!

"You, sir, are banned from next weeks school performance" she told him firmly, finger pointed at him.

"Mom-!"

"And clean this up!"

Roman stood in her path, furious at all of this. "Mom, it was obviously Ari and Sophia!"

"They already told me they've been playing outside all day, why would they do this, Roman?"

He flung his arms around wildly, eyes burning with rage and sorrow. He couldn't believe his Mom would believe the younger twins, even though in the past they've done much worse things than this. Also, that performance was one he had worked on for months now, perfecting how he would say each line and sing each song, she knew how much this meant to him! And now this is going to get him banned?! Just a week before it!?

"Maybe because they hate me as much as I hate them" He seethed, glaring at them as the giggled to one another and ran away to their bedroom.  "Roman!" She gasped, glaring harder. "Don't make me ground you!"

With that, she shoved a few cleaning supplies into his chest and stormed away to her bedroom, getting ready for her date night with their Dad. Flaring his nostrils, he slammed and locked closed both doors to the kitchen, dropping all the cleaning stuff onto the dirty counter, hands slamming against it beside the stove.

He was ready to calm himself down, but as his palms hit the counter top, the stove-top beside his hand came alive, flaring at the highest temperature of heat, the fire around it taller than he'd ever seen it before. Jumping back, he crashed into the table pressed to the wall, landing against a chair on the floor, groaning and clenching his teeth in pain.

Using the wall to help him up, he slowly picked up the chair, noticing the fire was now gone. Had he imagined it?

Shuffling towards the stove, he slowly turned it on, noticing how the flame flickered at a normal small height, even at the highest setting. Shaking his head, he went to turn it off when a loud bang against the closest door to him made him freak out, hand instinctively reaching forward and landing on the flame.

He recoiled just as quickly, grasping his wrist and staring at his outstretched hand. Why...didn't he feel any pain?

He could hear the giggles of his younger siblings rush down the hallway, eyes rolling he ignored it, stepping up to the stove once more. Nervously, he hovered a hand over the flame, feeling the warmth radiating off of it but instead of hurting him it felt...nice, calming almost. Slowly, he set his hand fully against the flame, scared at the fact it wasn't burning him at all.

He quickly flicked it off, shaking his hand and staring at his red palm. He had seen enough safety videos about fires to know that is not what happens when you put your hand into fire.

Feeling powerful, a small smirk began to grow on his features. Turning on the stove again, he waved his fingers through the fire, bending down to be eye level with it as he pinched his fingers, dragging the flame up through the air and into his hand.

"Woah..." he drifted, backing up a little as a little flame rested in the palm of his hand. Narrowing his eyes, Roman wanted the flame to become bigger, and as if it read his mind, it did. The flame grew to be the size of his head, sitting in his hand, waving and fluttering like a flame would.

"Roman! Unlock the door!"

That was the worst moment his Mother could come knocking. Being so focused, the loud banging caught him off guard, making him flinch his hand to the side, the fire shooting out from his palm and into the wall, creating a fire that quickly began to grow.

"Shit, shit!" He muttered, filling up a big bucket of water before splashing it onto the wall, doing it a few times to make sure it wouldn't come back.

"Roman!"

"One minute!" He called back in the same angry tone she used, grabbing a mop to make the water look intentional before opening the door, being barged out the way as she looked around.

"You've barely done anything!"

"It's been five minutes!"

"Whatever" she turned to face him, eyes narrowed. "This better be cleaned by the time we get back, and make sure the kids stay safe" watching her leave the house with her husband, Roman leaned on the mop, eyes slowly moving down to his hand. At that point he felt invincible, as if he could do anything, relishing in this new found impossible ability.

Yet, this could all so easily be a big dream, which was why he wanted to do as much as possible before he woke up, and revenge was always the most satisfying thing. Waltzing back into the kitchen, he grabbed another flame in his hand, flicking off the stove but pausing as the flame went out.

Thinking he moved too quickly, he grabbed another flame, but it went out before he could even turn his hand around. Stumped, he glared down at the stoves fire, wondering what he did differently before. Was the fire angry at him because he threw water at it?...no, that was stupid.

"Hey, Roman" a girly voice sounded behind him before a few snickers. Rolling his eyes, he turned around to face his annoying twin siblings, forgetting the stove top was still on behind him, catching his clothes that hung over the top of it.

"Like the mess we made?" Sophia giggled, smirking at Ari who smirked right back.

"I knew it was you" Roman muttered through gritted teeth. They laughed again, but it quickly died down as their eyes widened and pooled with fear. Slowly uncrossing his arms, Roman glanced behind himself, turning back to the girls in a flash as they both let out screams, pointing towards him and shouting the word "fire" over and over.

Looking over his shoulder this time, he gasped at the fire that hung to his clothing, burning through it and sticking to his skin. That's why his back felt weirdly warm.

This is the revenge he was waiting for. Collapsing to the ground, he let out a guttural scream, rolling around as if he were in pain, scaring the living shit out of the girls as they ran away.

He only got up and chased after them, yelling and crying for help as the flames began to coil around his body, slowly hiding every part of skin he had on show. Stopping at the bottom of the stairs, he turned to look in the hall mirror, gasping in shock at what stared back at him. It was like...staring at a fire monster, completely encased by flames as his eyes shone red.

With his anger and sorrow dying down, so did the flames leaving him standing there, clothes burnt off. He looked down at himself, blushing at the realisation he was naked.

Slowly looking back up in the mirror, a smirk grew again as the brown parts of his eyes flickered red for a few seconds.

Oh, this shall be fun.

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His breathing sharpened, legs trying to go faster and faster through the dark woods surrounding him, dodging and jumping past roots and bushes, hearing the low growls of the creature chasing behind him, in the distance he could just hear the laughter from the people who set their angry, hungry dog on them. Whoever they were, Virgil didn't mean to stumble upon them, but apparently they didn't care if their dog killed anyone.

Virgil was third to discover his powers.

Before this, he was peacefully walking down the beaten path between trees, wanting to be alone and away from everyone after the panic attack he had hours prior in his room. It was particularly bad, hearing yells from downstairs, from bad, bad people that were after his Dad for stealing from them. The only reason why he was unfortunate enough to be stuck with such a sick man was because his Mother didn't want him, and his Dad wanted him to feel the same pain he did growing up.

Multiple times he tried to escape, this one seemed like the one he wouldn't be caught on.

Back to the present, he could see the clearing before him, but dread filled his heart as he did. He knew this place, and in the distance at first seems to be endless land, but once becoming nearer, it's clear that it's a sheer cliff down to the ocean below, sharp rocks pointed up and ready to impale anyone that fell into them.

Tears tracked down his face, he didn't want to die, he didn't want to be mauled alive by this stupid dog that still barked and chased him, he wanted to go anywhere safe, somewhere where people would protect him, care for him, but did that place truly exist? Would anyone care for someone like him?

Falling through the clearing, his legs burned as he crawled backwards right to the edge, the dog slowing down it's pace, lowering his head and ears, growling lowly at the boy who cried and shook, gripping the edge of the cliff behind him.

"Please..." he begged, but who was he talking to? The dog?

He only did it out of fear, body quivering in the emotion, it mixing with the sadness he felt from knowing if he died on this cliff right now no one could care.

As the dog neared, he yelped as he tried to crawl back further, but there was no more space, beneath him the ground wasn't that thick, and as he balanced himself on the edge, it slowly gave way under his body weight. Screaming, he and the chunks of dirt fell through the sky, spinning around as he screamed and fell, flailing wildly, tensing his body to smack against a rock or the water that was sure to feel solid at this speed but...none of that came.

Body curled up, eyes shut tightly, it took him a few minutes before his eyes slowly cracked open, taking in the scenery around him. Breathing still uneven, he slowly looked down, screaming again as he noticed water swirling around his lower body, streaming up from the ocean below him, keeping him suspended in the air.

Clenching his eyes, he shook his head, this couldn't be real. But, once looking again, he was still in the same position.

Sniffling and shaking, he lifted his hand, letting his fingers slowly dip into the water, it rushing past them to keep swirling around his body. Wiping his tears, his heart race slowly began to calm down, able to catch his breath, the water making a sudden and unsuspected calmness flood through his body.

Slowly, the stream of water began to lower him down, landing him safely in the water where he easily swam back to shore, somehow, as  he'd never swam before in his life.

Crawling onto the sand, he watched the water normally pull back and forth in waves, the moon casting a reflection against it, creating just enough light he needed to see the land around him.

At this point, he didn't want to believe what just happened, that the water somehow reached up and caught him midair, he thought he could be dead, and this is somehow the after life, or he accidentally knocked himself out, and was currently being eaten by the dog while imagining escaping to try and ease his conscious.

As he burried his head into his hands, he didn't notice the water that began to move up shore to him, pooling around his body, a feeling of safety swarming through him.

Peeking through his fingers, he gasped, watching the water raise slightly to bump into his leg, splashing back down against the puddle he sat in. It didn't take long for him to realise he imagined that to happen, and the more he imagined the water moving in such away, the water around him did the same thing, even turning into the shape of a cat.

But, as soon as the fear and sadness had seemed to be forgotten inside of him, the water fell back down and trickled back into the sea, leaving him sitting alone on the beach, wondering why it wasn't carrying on.

Eyes drifting back up to the cliff, he shook his head, forcing his body to stand up. He couldn't go home, at this point he didn't even have a home, anyway.

Going to the edge of the beach beside the rocks, he climbed over them carefully, keeping in mind how dark it was, and how slippery the surfaces he was standing on were.

Jumping over the last tall rock, he landed in the water that reached up to his waist. His body instinctively tensed, as at this time of night the water would be freezing, but when he realised the coldness wasn't...bad, and in fact a calming sensation, he began to care-freely swim across the outer edge of the cliffs, famously in this town did they know of the cave only accessible by boat, but Virgil found it easy to swim through the strong currents, walking across the sand once more as his feet touched the floor.

Ducking under the water for a few seconds, he smiled in content, his usual anxiousness seeming to float away as he just laid there, face down in the water. Some time had passed before he remembered humans needed to breathe, but at this point even after minutes had passed his lungs weren't screaming for oxygen, and he didn't feel like he would pass out.

That's it. He's definitely dead.

Standing up, he brushed his now wet hair back, trudging through the water and into the cave, hiding behind a tall rock and sitting in a pool of water, bring his body close and curled up into a ball, eyes drifting shut.

At this point he didn't know what to think. If this was a dream, if he was alive or dead, or if he could actually warp and control water around him. Maybe even able to breathe under water. It was stupid, but he was ready to accept anything, he's been through so much as it is.

This calm sense was unfamiliar with him, but he enjoyed the feeling, actually letting a small smile coil up onto his lips, hands dropping down to rest in the water as his head rested against the rocks as comfortably as he could.

Tiredness taking over, he found himself falling asleep in the pool, feeling safe and at ease.

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Patton happily skipped through the park, arms held behind his back, happiness surging through his body as today was the day his boyfriend invited him to their first date. He was nervous, but also excited, and happy. He and his boyfriend were celebrating their one month anniversary with this date, and Patton couldn't be more excited.

Patton being the last to discover his powers.

Seeing his boyfriend sitting under a tree, a red and white checkered blanket under him, his smile somehow widened so much it began to hurt, eyes wanting to just cry tears of joy.

"Graham!" Patton yelled, his boyfriend instantly lighting up upon seeing Patton. Arising, he caught Patton in a tight hug, the boy giggling sheepishly as Graham pecked his lips, smiling softly. "You came"

Patton nodded, sitting beside Graham on the picnic blanket. "Of course! Sorry if I was a bit late" Graham waved him off, handing him a paper plate full of his favourite snacks. "Not at all"

Throughout the entire date Patton couldn't feel anything but happiness and excitement, he always felt like this around his boyfriend, and he knew he would fall in love very quickly. The day passed by slowly, but for them it felt like only five minutes has gone and they already finished the food.

"Come here, we can cloud gaze" Graham laid down, opening his arms for Patton to cuddle up to him. Feeling a shiver of delight run down his body, Patton gently laid his head on his chest, smiling in content as his eyes gazed up at the white, fluffy clouds above.

Feeling the rumble of a chuckle erupt through Graham's chest, the boy pointed up at the sky to a certain shaped cloud. "It looks like a heart" he explained, Patton quickly noticing the one he was talking about. Patton drew his eyebrows together, watching the cloud beside it also meld into the shape of a heart, along with another, and another. They seemed to create a sort of circle, in the middle the last cloud forming into the shape of a 'G'.

Eyes widening, he went to sit up but Graham's sudden hand playing with his hair caught his attention.

"Can't you see....that..." he drifted, blushing as he noticed Graham was staring at him and not the clouds. "All I can see is my beautiful boyfriend" he murmured back, laughing quietly as Patton hid his face behind his hand, the memory of the clouds fading along with their shape, drifting away through the sky.

The two whispered compliments to each other for a bit longer, soon enough Patton looming over his body to kiss him softly, smiling into it happily. Too soon into the relationship to do anything sexual, they both new this, so after they shared their kiss Patton went back to resting against his chest, staring up at the sky once more to suddenly remember the clouds earlier shapes, but unfortunately the sky had cleared, leaving no clouds in sight.

"Should we get going?" Graham whispered into his ear, slowly sitting up after Patton nodded. As they spoke to each other, packing away their belongings, Patton watched the leaves that were laying against the ground. Patton smiled, remembering a scene from a movie he watched just yesterday, where the leaves swirled around the characters body.

Not realising his eyes had drifted shut, he opened them again to quickly slap a hand over his mouth, the leaves he was staring at prior suddenly twirling softly around his body, just like from what he imagined.

Quickly turning to Graham to see if he was watching, he noticed the boy had his back turned to him, quickly placing the cups and plates back into the basket. The leaves soon dropped, leaving a certain shape on the ground where none of them covered the green grass...much like the clouds, in the shape of a heart.

"Ready?" He flinched at the sudden voice, Graham quickly apologising but Patton waved him off, both boys intertwining their hands and walking through the park together, smiling and laughing at each other's goofy jokes.

As they passed by the swings and the slide, Patton's eyes drifted to where the children were playing, catching sight of one of them tripping over their loose shoelace, falling out of the wooden structure built for the kids.

"No!" Patton outstretched his arm, he didn't know why, he was too far away to even think about catching him, but as he did a strong gust of wind passed by him and Graham, disturbing the leaves around them along with the wooden bits underneath the children's wooden structure. It caught the child, setting him on his feet before he could hit the ground on his back. The children didn't think much of it, as he quickly went back to playing with his friends, and the parents were too busy talking to one another.

Slowly retracting his hand, he stared at it for a few seconds, finally turning his attention to Graham who was mindlessly talking about something Patton regretfully didn't hear.

"Are you okay?" Graham asked after noticing how pale Patton's skin had gotten. "Uh...Yeah" he smiled again, hugging Graham tightly. That must've been a coincidence, but on a day like this, how could wind that strong come out of nowhere? Never before has there been wind that's uprighted a child as they were about to hit the ground.

Slowly pulling away, Graham sent him a concerned look, but Patton leaned up to peck his lips, reassuring his boyfriend he was okay. Reluctantly believing him, Graham walked him to his house, where inside they happily cuddled while playing a few games and watching some movies.

By the time Graham had left the sun was beginning to set, and Patton was sitting on his bed, staring up at the clouds as the formed into any shape his mind conjured up. It was the weirdest, strangest thing, and he could barely comprehend it was happening.

He was content, but let out a yelp as the sun suddenly dimmed down for just a second before returning back to it's normal light. It happened so fast you would've only spotted it if it was in your eye-line, but Patton had had enough of the world for that day. Closing his curtain, he rested comfortably on his bed, alone in his house.

Being eighteen, he lived alone, and slowly fell asleep to the noise of the television in the background.

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Ehhhhhhh?

Part two?

This is the list of powers each of them have:

Logan - Earth

Roman - Fire

(Remember in Patton's one where the sun flickered? Yeah, that was Roman's fault)

Virgil - Water

Patton - Air/Wind

If you can't see the pictures, I apologise

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