Night:

Click, click, click

Echo beyond the walls of my cell. I listen, captivated by the sound, for only mere seconds a day do I hear anything nor do I feel the sun's warm rays. "Click, click, click," I mutter, imitating it quietly. The sound of heels against a tile floor, fast and determined steps. I sense suspicion beside me, the mist circling around my legs pressure protectively around me. Moon is growing restless. "Moon?"

"Yes, Night," Came the silky voice in reply. The mist slowly forming into the shape of a shimmering wolf; her velvet eyes staring into me. Her wise voice echoing in my mind, so only my ears will hear.

"What's out there?" I ask. At my command, her body dissolves to mist, sliding under the door. I am left alone with only the essence of her presence to comfort me. Click, click, click is noticeably closer. Before I can really start to worry, her comforting shape takes form before me.

"A dominant woman with a submissive partner trailing after her. The dominantly one may prove dangerous, but I doubt the submissive woman will be though. We shouldn't underestimate her, that could prove problematic. They're outside the door," Moon reports. As if to prove her right the door bursts open, making me spring to my feet. My world has been full of treason, so trusting isn't one of my skills. The dominate woman glares at me coldly, daring me to challenge her. Everything about her screams business. Her brown hair pulled into a tight, business-like bun. Seeming to hide her feminine features, she wears a men's business suite. Beautiful yes, but unapproachable. Unlike the dominate one, the submissive woman is friendly. Her blond hair hung loosely over her shoulders. Her kind, green eyes gaze at us warmly; her smile almost putting my distrust at ease. She wears a business shirt with a white blouse and black jacket. Her kind of personality was just as dangerous; smiling in public, but whispering hurtful secrets when your back is turned.

"Don't test me, maggot," the dominate woman growls. I open my mouth to make a stinging retort, only to be stopped by Moon, saying it would stir up trouble.

"Mary, please," the submissive one whispers carefully. the dominate woman or Mary silences her with a icy glare. The submissive one cowers, sulking silently.

"My names Night not maggot." I snap. "What do you want?"

"Typical Spirit Dancer," she says with full confidence. How can she say that with such confidence?! Sensing my rising anger, Moon quickly steps in. Making the submissive one jump, Mary merely looks at her like she looks at me: like a maggot. "A wolf. Interesting, I guess that's impressive." Is that suppose to be a compliment? I cannot tell from the bold woman, despite her dislikable attitude a sense of respect blossoms from her boldness. Moon can speak outside my head, but it is rare.

"I'm Moon, her spirit animal. Please submissive one, I mean you no harm. we are glad to have any visitors. So make yourselves at home and we can talk like friends," Moon says, reasonably. The submissive one makes her move to speak, looking nervous, but not frightened.

"Hello, um you mean me by the submissive one. Actually I prefer the term partner if possible. Anyway I'm Julie and this is Mary. She doesn't mean to be rude, she's actually very nice," Julie introduces, looking to Mary as if worried that she upset her. Mary's eyebrow lifts at her last remark, but stays silent. "We're here to recruit you. You see, the world is in trouble. Because the government has allowed physical, spiritual, and mental abilities, evil spirits have leaked into our world. There causing all kinds of trouble, like possessing people. We believe its an attempt at world domination. The problem is we're not strong enough to handle them without you. So we're recruiting the strongest of the three powers: Spirit Dancers, Physics, and Guardians. If you join us we will shorten your sentence and of course you'll be a hero," Julie explains, her voice a strange mixture of cheerfulness and seriousness. Mary seems content with this explanation.

"So maggot, are you with us or against us?" Mary demands.

"Nothing personal, but this world domination thing isn't my problem, it's yours," I scoff.

"What? How can you say that? Lives are at stake!" Julie exclaims.

"Maggot, do you not understand that we're talking about saving the world?" Mary growls. My eyes narrow, for a moment lessening my control on my rage. Hatred oozing from my very words.

"This world is a cruel place, where only death and despair prevail. I say good luck to the demons, the world getting what it deserves," I shout. Realizing my lose of control, I heave and struggle to compose myself. Julie stares at me with wide eyes, finger strapped around the trigger of her gun. Mary shows no fear, only looking at me with a face of disgust.

"Get a hold of yourself! The world doesn't have time for this. So get your sorry butt in gear cause your helping me, even if I have to drag you on the battlefield." Mary growls, her eyes once again challenging me.

"Fine, but don't forget I'm the strongest for the reason. I won't hesitate to beat you!" I growl in return.

"Oh I'm so glad! Well, lets go!" Julie says cheerfully, completely unaware of the tension. Mary glares at me, obliviously not liking her authority challenged. I tense for a fight, but she does nothing, only glares and for seems like forever she turns and stalks away. Julie trailing after her.

"Are we really doing this?" I ask.

"It's not like we had anything better to do." Moon sighs.

Spirit Dancer: Do not be fooled by its gentle name. It is a hated and dangerous skill. Unlike the other skills you aren't born with it and training will get you nowhere. You must travel to the Spirit Realm, there a spirit will choose you. If this fails either death or mutation awaits you. It will mark you as its own and not even death can break this bond. After this, you will be given a gift, a weapon. One that only you can wield. Your power varies with the spirit you chose. A Spirit Dancer weakness is his/her emotion. One emotion will go strong after some time and if you let it consume you, you will bring destruction. It is the most powerful of the abilities, but not without a price. Many people will fear you for this very reason, this fear will come out as hate.

Physics: This ability is genetic. Your either born with it or don't have it all. The power of Physics is the mind, but also their weakness. Their abilities vary from telepathic communication, mind control, and telekinesis. Physics have abused their power, so many are weary of its bad reputation. It is not hated like Spirit Dancers.

Guardian: The ability is obtained from fierce training and a strong mind. You have the power to manipulate all of the elements: fire, water, earth, and air. It is popular among the higher class. Usually rich parents will send their child to trainers when they turn five; there they will spend their childhood and most of their adolescence in training. The people see Guardians (hint the name) as heroes and a great honor. Being the noblest power isn't without fault. Most Guardians are taught to conceal their feeling so no keen eyes can see their struggle to fulfill their parents exceptions. Or they resent them for their absence in their life. This life is no fairy tale.

Summer:

I put my finger to my temple and let my mind clear. I connect my mind with his, he struggles, but obeying me is as natural as breathing. He is mind is mine to control. My personal puppet. His struggles prove useless, as always. With a swift command I send him chuckling like a chicken then dancing like a clumsy ballerina, least I know why he became a cop and not a dancer. My eyes flutter open to reveal the whites of my once blue eyes. Every thought, every memory is before my very eyes. Though even Physics have limits.

"Summer Adams," came a cold, unfamiliar voice. I jump, instantly losing control. I feel embarrassed at being startled so easily, but also annoyed for disrupting my fun. My now freed puppet is furious and already has an idea who it was; since I was no stranger to the law. If you do the crime then you can do the time, well I guess that applies to tweleve-year-olds (spent 2 hours in jail). I turn to face a mean brunette with a pretty, friendly, blonde standing beside her. The brunette scowls while the blonde smiles brightly at me. "We need to talk, kid." No surprise, it was the brunette who called my name.

"Bout' what?" I ask. "And I'm almost a teen, therefore I'm not a kid." With an annoyed grunt, the brunette nods to the blonde.

"Oh! Well...this is Mary and I'm Julie." the blonde stammers, as if surprised she was allowed to speak. "We're recruiting you and two others to stop the demons that have leaked into our world. The government would greatly appreciate your help."

"What's in it for me?" I ask slyly.

"You pest! The world under invasion and that's your question!" Mary screams in outrage.

"Hey, I'm a criminal~! This is the kind of stuff I ask," I answer, completely carefree. Julie sighs at my attitude, but her green eye show her desperation, begging for my help. She opens her mouth to plead, but silenced by her partner. Mary makes her way to speak, her pride prevented her from begging, she would get her way even if she had to use a dirtier strategy.

"Don't be selfish, pest. You don't know anything, do you? If you succeed your parents might actually love you," She sneers. A click goes off in my mind. My cool is lost and now I'm the one desperate.

"I'm in! When do we start?" I exclaim loudly. Despite my reputation of being a criminal, a yearn for affection drove me to drastic measures to catch my parents attention. A childlike need to be loved begged my parents to notice me, but they always failed to realize that. Seeing me as a burden who's always out shined by her older sister. They showered her with affection, but I'm left with nothing but looks of judgement. Being the strongest Physic was sure to win their love. So when I save the world, the only one left crying would be my sister. I will be loved.

Shane:

I breath in the cool air. The summer sun scorching my home town. Children laughed under the shade of giant oaks trees, shops alive with customers, and the old streets teaming with memories. Some memories I long to forget. The town I had once yearned to come back to during my training now seemed taunting and cruel, telling stories of a broken love. My broken love. A coldness had taken a liking to my shattered heart, my smile hiding the truth of my numbness. "I did what I had to do." I remind myself. The memories of my treason replay in mind. Night's hurt look making me flinch. I would give anything to have just a taste of my childhood love.

"Excuse me, Shane. We need to speak with you." said a voice behind me, rescuing me from my memories. I look behind me, a flare of emotion in my chest as I gaze at the brunette. Her face like many others I saved; look at me with gratitude, but in those brown eyes a brokenness revealed itself. She looked the same. Nothing had changed from the day we first meet.

"Hello, Mary," I greet. "Didn't expect to see you here again."

"I could say the same to you," she retorts. Her sharp temper nothing new to me. Mary's kind eyes and gentle personality had died along with her family. Well everyone but her brother. Even I had failed to stay beside her. Julie on the other hand did not; staying with her even in time of crisis. My head argues that Mary's life was worth more than some petty love, but my heart begged for Night. Anything to take away the guilty loneliness. I did what I had to do. She was going to destroy the town! So why do I feel so guilty?

"You here about the demons, right?" I guess. She nods, but I sense some information being hidden. Apart from that, an emotion I had thought long died began to blossom again as I looked at the bold woman. I push the thought. The world's in danger and I'm thinking about my love life! I have more important things to think about, like whats she hiding? "Are you going to tell me what your hiding?" She smiles at my alertness, a genuine smile that made my heart flutter. The towns jewel had only grown more beautiful.

"Night will be there." she answers. I can't hide my shock. Even at the mention of that name brought a mixture of love and regret, but Mary's presence seemed to lessen the blow. I do not refuse my help, but I knew well that Night felt hate towards me. My own feelings could not get in the way of saving lives. That is the life of a Guardian. Yourself no longer matters, but the lives of others. Even the sacrifices you make cannot hinder you. Plus, even without knowing it, a new love was already healing me from the pain of yesterday. So I can only feel excitement.

"We should get going, we have a world to save," I say with a smirk.