"Aurora....Aurora..." Aurora squinted her eyes open to see a blurry little figure standing above her. She was lying on a leafy ground in the middle of a dead looking forest, but she couldn't make out anything specific about where she was. She blinked and focussed her vision on the person in front of her. It was a girl with curly, dark red hair, dark green eyes, and smooth, flawless, creamy skin, but although this girl was utterly beautiful Aurora was not startled by her pretty looks, but it was something else...

 "Kitty? Is...Is that really you?" Aurora asked with a shocked face. It couldn't be...Kitty was dead. It couldn't be! Aurora blinked again before her face went back to its normal self. She narrowed her eyes and this time in a less surprised and morecalm voice she said. "What are you doing here?"

 "What am I doing here? What are you doing here?" Kitty retorted softly and cooly. She smirked giving Aurora a questioning look and patiently waited for a answer.

 "What do you mean?" Aurora asked utterly confused by what Kitty said. She didn't really know why she was there, but Kitty most deffintatly shouldn't be here!

 "Aurora...Why are you here? I thought you were dead..." Kitty said watching as Aurora's face turned a sick pale color at what she said.

Aurora backed up. "What? What are you talking about?" She asked looking like she was about to scream. She continued to back up until her back came up against the rough bark of a tree. Aurora covered her eyes and looked through the cracks as a few ghoulish figures walked towards her out of the shadows of the trees around them. She let out a piercing scream as she watched Kitty's flesh begin to rot and the girl turned into a half-rotten zombie type thing.

 "Aurora...Aurora..." She listened as the ghouls whispered her names reaching out towards her, grabbing her shoulders and body with their beathly hands. "Aurora!!!"

 Aurora bolted straight up in her bed, beeds of sweat running down her forhead. "Aurora? Are you okay?" a girl asked as she stopped shaking Aurora by her shoulders. "You were screaming in your sleep." She said giving Aurora a worried look.

 "Yea...I'm fine." Aurora said getting up and slipping out of bed. She walked over to the bathroom and turned on the water. She dipped her hands in it and began splashing her face with water. She paused as she noticed a few sratched and marks as if the zombies had really been scratching her, but she figured she must have just done it in her sleep and ignored the stinging pain.

 Aurora walked back out of the bathroom and back towards her bed to go back to sleep when she noticed something shinny laying by her bed. She paused and looked at it, noticing it was a case she bent down and picked it up and opened it to find a tape in it. She put the tape in the TV and watched it quietly. By the end she was probably just as shocked as she had been in her dream and for a little while she just sat there and did nothing, but she finally stood up, grabbed a jacket, and out of curiousity she decided to listen to it and started for the old oak tree to find a few other people.

((Ugh! TOO LONG!!!>C))

Freya saw all of the other people and looked at them. She hopped down from the tree and landed on a root. "Hello. Did any of you receive a metal case and a key like this?" She held up her key and waved it in the air. She hoped that they weren't snobs like some of the people in the orphanage were.

Jacob swung from his high up branch and landed on the ground with a m*censored*ive thud. He looked at the others and frowned. "Alright, who made these tapes. It's not funny. It's just creepy, okay." He still didn't believe that the tapes were real like Freya did.

Oak staulked up to the group of four already at the tree. His eyes were narrowed and his fast was clenched into a fist trying to figure out which one would recieve their punishments first. For 1, trying to prank him, and 2, for being grouped into the same thing as he was. Oak was one hundred percent original and it wasn't good for him to be lopped into another group. Stopping when he got to the two people who seemed to be asking questions, he raised up the metal box and key in one hand, pointed at it with the other, and scowled. "Which one of you sent this?" He asked harshly, staring at each one in turn. "Answer up quickly now. I don't have to much patience for this sort of thing."

Bree walked up behind the boy, key already slipped around her neck on its gold cord. She stood in silence, not sure what to say. The boy had a right to be ticked of if strange people on videos were talking to them and telling them what to do. "I for one am confused by the whole matter." She finally said in a small quiet voice, one that was like wind hitting chimes. "The tape made no sense. What were they saying about powers and weapons? We aren't allowed weapons here are we?"

Holly looked between the two boys that wondered if it was a prank. "I got the box and key." Holly said pointing to the key and showing them the box. "I think that this is all very real." She said happily. "My older brother used to tell me that I was special until he p*censored*ed away. I think this has something to do with that." She said looking up at the moon. "Besides even though weapons aren't allowed I've had Katsumi for a long time." Holly said showing them her sword. "He's a katana," She stated proudly, "One of the sharpest swords." Looking at her sword she smiled happily.

"We don't know who sent it," Freya said. "Now you have all the time in the world." She pulled out her sword at the girl's question. "My power is... Don't think I'm crazy. Please. My power is that I can read minds." She looked at Bree and Oak. "My name is Freya. This is..." She gestured to Jacob.

"Jacob," he said quietly. "I'm really strong, like strong enough to lift all of you off of the ground with no effort," he said modestly, yet firmly. "And call me crazy, I'm not kidding with you."

Oak raised his hands up in defeat. "Your all mental." He said before turning around, dropping his hey and box on the ground below, and walking back to the building. Reading minds, super strength, swords..... It was all just a bunk of hooey and anyway, if those kids got caught with a weapon, who knows how much trouble they would be in. Kicked out being the least of their worrys. Of course, that wasn't all that big of a deal, but the problem was for them was were would they go. All of these kids had no family left, so they would probably just roam the streets. Not my problem, he thought silently to himself.

 [WIP]

Bree backed up a few steps away from the weapons that the children handled. Not that they didn't seem confident with them but all the same, they shouldn't have them. It could mean big trouble.... and not just for them, but for her to if she was around them and they got caught. She looked over at the boy and understood his anger. All of this was some stupid joke that someone tried to play on them. All this talk of powers, weapons, and such was just a load of hooey. Of course, she had no reason to say that. It would only make matters worse. Anyway, Bree was just normal. Simply normal and nothing else. She was bidding her time in the cage like a good little bird would do until she was finally released and allowed to live her own life free of bars. Until that day, when she was eighteen, the girl hadn't even thought about getting out. Not really. The orphanage had somehow turned from a prison into a grounding in ones room. You knew you would get out eventually and there were enough things to entertain yourself in your wait, but it was still boring. Yet the whole time, you knew that if you left your room, the sentence would harshen.

Sighing, she looked at the faces of the four remaining children in the circle. "I am sorry but honestly, I don't think I belong here. You all stay here with your powers and weapons. I don't fit into the mesh so might as well leave." Setting the Dvd onto the ground, the girl grabbed her little box which she would probably use as a jewelry box later on and her key and turned to walk back, light silky blonde hair swishing at her shoulders.

"Don't leave, cowards! Do you want to know who you are or not?!" Freya snapped. "This isn't a joke! I really do have a power. At least test me or something!"

"I'll take you up on that offer," Jacob said. He moved forward and grabbed her by the shoulder. "Read my mind," he said, letting go. Underwear, he thought to himself. Only he, of all people would think of something as random as that.

Freya looked at Jacob and the word popped into her head. "You're thinking of underwear."

Jacob jumped back, a bit surprised. "Uh..."

((Now would be the perfect time to bring in Fallen.))

"Nice to meet you Aurora." She said happily. Holly watched as some of the other people started to leave. She looked at the box in her hand along with Mr. Snufflies and Katsumi. "So we're not special?" she asked sadly. She looked up at the moon and closed her eyes. Standing there she refused to open her eyes. Shaking slightly she opened her eyes, her mind set on one thing. Holding her hand out she aimed for the door to her prison. The door slowly froze before it was completely covered in ice. "If you do not believe in the little things you can never do big things." She stated turning around looking up at the moon again. "That's what he used to say." 

The boy turned, anger showing harshly in his eyes. A coward? Really? Clenching his fists, he tried to control his anger. Not that he wanted to be the bigger person or all but if he beat up a girl, who knows what kind of trouble he would be in. Worlds most likely. Shaking, he closed his eyes and took a deep breath. When he opened them, instead of the jade color they normally were, his eyes were dark gray. The world seemed to press down as if a ton of bricks seemed to be pilled on everyones shoulders. "No one calls me a coward girly. " He said harshly, staring at her, wishing every bad thing upon her. Ever weight he could manage without physically touching her.

Bree turned away, and was already starting to walk away. Eat step felt harder to take and it seemed odd. Was there some reason why she wanted to go back there? No... it wasn't mentally hard, something was actually pressing down against her with an almost crushing force. It was so much that as she got to the doorway of the orphanage, she was forced down to her knees. What was this weight? Its like she had gained a million pounds and was just now feeling the brute force of it. And with the wieght, she somehow felt furry. Unspoken furry.

Freya soon found herself on her knees before she could answer Holly's question. "Well, then, face it instead of running away," she said through clenched teeth. She tried to push herself up, but just fell forward.

"Stop it!" Jacob yelled, on his knees. He was in a crouching position now, trying to get up. "Stop! There's this new thing and it's called anger management, gravity boy." He had figured out Oak's power. It wasn't all that hard, given that he was just pushed to his knees when the boy became angry.

The boy rolled his eyes. Gravity boy his rear end. If all of these people just got dizzy and fell what was he to say about it. Deep down though, some sort of realization sparked to life. He didn't recognize it then, but that was the moment his powers truly woke. He had calmed down slightly though, even if he was ticked of with the two who were yelling at him. When Oak unclenched his fists and turned to go, the pressure released on the world. He hadn't felt a thing through the entire process which would help him think that nothing happened. "I did absolutely nothing to you freak shows. And anger management? Who is the one yelling their heads of huh?" He said with a smirk. Glancing up at the sky, he sighed and ran a hand through his hair. Taking a deep breath, he compossed his features into a hard mask and turned away from the building of the main center of the orphanage and along the path to the garden. The moon was out still, and he had time to kill. Best to get away from these weirdos anyway.

Bree gasped in relief and shock as the pounding pressure on her relented, allowing her to really breath once more. Gasping for air, she placed on of her hand on the ground and beant over, breathing in quickly. Whatever that was, it hadn't been natural. Nothing about that night had been. Maybe what those two were saying had been true. Maybe.... they did have super powers like the heros in the shows. Glancing at the main talkers, the boy and girl, she almost laughed. They looked so ordinary.

He glanced over at his shoulder with a resentful look. Was this girl really that much of a dunce? She was possibly even worse then the other two, though actually now that he looked at her, she was better looking then the yeller girl. Shrugging he turned back towards the garden. "Think what you like. But do you really think I would come in here demanding to know who did the tapes if I knew myself. Any smart person would keep way out of it. Plus, the dude in the video was taller then me and and had a different voice. Do you as.sume would go to all that trouble to fool some nobodies like you all." He shook his head, and walked into the large hedges of the garden, finally pas.sing where he couldn't be seen.

Bree stood up and shook her head, wondering why the boy was so cranky. Now that she thought hard about it, she had seen him once or twice before. His name was Oak.... right? Every time she had tried to talk to him, she had been brushed of. It was probably like that for everyone.

Freya looked at Jacob. Jacob took off after Oak. "No you don't," she said grabbing Jacob's shirt. "I'll take care of this." Jacob sighed angrily and ran a hand through his hair. Freya ran after Oak.

She finally came to him. She still had her sword in her hand. "Listen," she said sincerely. "Do you really think that this was a joke? Nobody at this orphanage could've made that video. All of us are too short and we don't have video editing systems on our computers," she said. "You need to at least give us a chance instead of rampaging off like that. And you have powers. You can control gravity. Everyone has proof. You caused me to fall to my knees." She looked down. "Sometimes, it's better to go places where you don't know what's lurking in the shadows than to lock yourself up in a jail," she said, gesturing to the orphanage when she said the word 'jail'.