Chapter Fifteen

           Ivory had arrived. She glared at Vanessa, and whispered,"Your changing everything. Ever since you came, everything is DIFFERENT!" Vanessa stood her ground,"If I hadn't come, where would you be? You would have no idea why this was happening. Even if I hadn't showed up, The Twins and Jason would still be like this!" Everyone gaped at her, except for Simon and Ivory. The Twins recovered first, and they grinned,"Oh hello, stranger!" Everyone whipped around to look at Simon, who was trying to hide in the shadows. He stepped out, and Vanessa got a good look at him. He seemed around Savannah's age, maybe a year older. Eziekiel coughed,"This, is Simon."
          Ivory screamed in rage, and stormed back into her room. Jason narrowed his eyes,"New rule. No more Misfits," he said flatly. Savannah nodded slowly. Even Eziekiel shrugged. Vanessa gave Simon a small smile, and he returned it. Savannah cleared her throat,"We seem to be missing the fact that now 2 of us have magical powers." Vanessa nodded, and said,"I have a feeling it's not just going to be two. What if we're all going to get it?" The Twins looked at her,"That man in the shack...He said you already did magic?"
           Vanessa blushed, but nodded all the same. So they were back to this again. "2 years ago." Savannah peered at her,"What happened?" Vanessa frowned,"I'm not entirely sure. I was in Florida. I was terrified, and when I opened my eyes..." She trailed off, not knowing how to explain it without including the main characters of the story. Savannah smiled kindly at her,"You can tell us. We've all been in bad situations." Vanessa blinked, and took a deep breath. The night she had locked up so well in her mind...She unleashed it, and let it wash over her, trying to remember all the details, and repeated it for them all.
            It had been a hot, muggy night in Florida. It was 9:43 pm, and it wasn't the safest part of town for a 17 year old girl to wander around in. She walked briskly through the streets, walking back to her hotel. She was lost. She didn't know Florida, and now she was all alone in the inky black night, wandering around aimlessly. At least, she thought she was alone. She heard a whistle, and ignored it. She kept walking. Then she heard a voice yell,"Hey, sweetheart. Who you running away from?" That got her. She remembered how her heart had started to pound frantically, and she walked even faster. But she hadn't been paying attention to where she was walking, and almost smacked into a brick wall.
             She spun around, wildly trying to find a way out, but she had walked down a one-way street, and the whistler was waking towards her quickly. Soon, he was right in front of her. She remembered the smell, the smell of smoke and beer. He pressed her into the wall, and she whispered,"I'll scream. I swear I will, and then you'll be arrested." He had laughed, and purred,"There's no one to hear you, darling." She squirmed, and he placed both hands on either arm, trapping her. He grinned, and whispered,"Don't be scared." She had whimpered. She was scared, she had been terrified. But he was stronger than her, stronger and bigger. She didn't have a chance. So she closed her eyes.
               Then, she felt him let go of her. Her eyes snapped open, just in time to see him fly away, yelling curse words. She looked down at her hands, and saw that they were splayed open. The man got up again, and snarled at her. He charged for her, but she closed her eyes again and--CRACK!
               A bolt of lightning shot down and struck him where he stood. She remembered screaming as he fell down, the smell of charred skin in the air. It started to pour, and she watched her hands close. She had ran, ran all the way to the airport. She never had told anyone again what happened, and locked up the memory nice and tight. But now, she opened her eyes, and saw all the horrified faces around her.
               Savannah squealed,"Oh, sweetheart!" And ran to her. She squeezed her in an awkward hug, and Vanessa patted her back hesitantly. She glanced at Eziekiel, who was standing there with a disgusted expression. His eyes met hers, and she quickly looked down again. It felt good to let go of the memory, to know that she wasn't going to be classified a freak, something that should be tested and expiremented with. She almost smiled.