P. and Micah Sanders

Manhattan New York

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"What is this?" P. leaned over Micah looking at his laptop.

"I'm not sure..."

"Who are these people?"

"I don't know, P."

"Is that us?" P pointed at a girl, sitting on the ground, bleeding, half invisible and a boy wearing a hood, staring at something in the distance.

They were not the only people in the picture. There were ten others.

Micah was standing with two girls, also looking into the distance. The blonde hand her hands raised and the brunette was pointing a gun at whatever or whoever they were staring at.

Where P. was laying, bleeding out from her left arm, turning visible, next to her was two boys with brown hair, one was holding an unconscious girl who appeared to be from Haiti, who was also bleeding from the arm, into a sitting position, and the other boy appeared to be trying to keep something away from the unconscious girl. The boys were looking into the distance as well.

A young Japanese girl was unconscious in the arms of a boy with floppy hair, and the boy, unlike the others, was looking the other way.

Next to him was a boy picking up a sword.

But the weirdest things, during whatever was going on, A young Indian girl's hands were lit up, sparking a blue light that lit up Kirby Plaza, and on the floor at her feet was a Japanese boy, writing on the ground with P's blood.

"I think... I think we're at Kirby Plaza, P. Let's go check it out." Micah placed his hand on the laptop and turned it off.

"Am I going to die?" P. wondered out loud, not sounding very scared.

"P!" Micah looked up at her like 'why the fuck would you ask that?'.

The older sibling giggled as they walked out of their apartment and hailed a taxi, and soon they were on their way to Kirby Plaza.

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Yui and Shiro

Tokyo Japan

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"I want to be a superhero like my brother and daddy." Yui stood on the table. "Maybe I can fly! Or dream the future! Maybe I can teleport! What do you think my superpower will be, Shiro?"

"You might not even have one." He looked up her, standing on the table. "It can skip a generation. Genetics are complicated."

"But your daddy wasn't even born with the genetics. He injected himself with a formula." Yui put her arms out like they were wings. "And my daddy was born with them, so shouldn't I have abilities?"

"Hiro's abilities didn't manifest until--"

"Big words, Shiro." The twelve year old jumped off the table. "Until he was like twenty-six, I know. But maybe I am faster. Genetics are complicated. Grandmother was a healer, grandfather could see the outcome of any situation, and father was a master of time an space. I must have some ability!"

"But my mother, your aunt, didn't have an ability."

"Aunt Kimiko didn't have an ability, you're correct. And you do. And Uncle Ando does. But whatever. I think I will have one." Yui grinned. "My brother could steal abilities from other people."

"But your brother wasn't your biological brother. And if you did have an ability, he would have taken it."

"Pessimist."

"Optimist."

"We will just have to see, won't we?" Yui turned around quickly, her hair whipping around with her as she walked off.

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P. and Micah Sanders.

Kirby Plaza

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Paige stood on top of the red stairs that led to nowhere and looked around at the city. "When do you think we will save the world? Again? Because you know what I am seeing? A whole lot of the world not needing to be saved."

"Ever since June 13th, the world is in need of saving."

"Yes. Saving from the H.E.L.E, but might I remind you, Erica Kravid is going to kill us if she finds us. We need to be discrete, little brother." Paige ran down the stairs, back to the ground where her brother was. "And sadly, discrete is not saving the world."

"We can't be afraid of her, P." Micah looked at his sister.

"We can't afford not to be. If we let down our guard for two seconds, we are dead." She appeared visible next to him and started pointing at random people., accusingly. "He's a killer. She's a killer. He's a spy. She's got sunglasses, sunglasses that can spot an Evo in a ten mile radius. You understand me? Anyone here could be after us. We can't stay here any longer. We have to move out."

"Seriously, Paige? You need to calm down. If Erica Kravid was sending people down here, I would know."

"Yes. You would. Because you are a spy. See? There are spies everywhere, Micah!"

"Paranoid much?"

"Yes. Because paranoid has been keeping you alive since 2006." P nodded and turned invisible again. "Let's go."

Micah sighed as they started walking back to their apartment. "Where are we going to go?"

"I hear Denver is nice this time of year."

"From New York to... No, we aren't going to run!"

"Yes, we are."

"Why died and made you queen?"

"Our parents. Remember? Eight years ago?" P. grinned even though Micah couldn't see her. "Okay, so... where is Denver?"

"You can't read a map, but suddenly you can decide where we live? What are you going to do if Kravid is in Denver?"

"Sneak up behind her and chop her head off."

"P. you aren't a killer."

"Like you know." She patted his head. "Have you been listening to anything I just said? Everyone is a murderer or a spy. You are a spy. I am a murderer. It's how the world works, kid."

"I'm nineteen!"

"And I am twenty-five. Congrats, you know our ages." She turned visible again as they walked into the apartment. "Now, go do your hacky thing and find out who sent that picture to who and we can start saving the world from home. Like we do. Safely."

"Paranoid." He sung out and walked over to his computer.

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Okay, Emrys, my chapter was longer than yours. :p

I leave you to do... the twins. Good luck.