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Tarryn awoke panting, pushing sweat-dampened locks of black hair from her face to peer at the clock opposite her on the wall. No light came through the window of the small room she and her brother, Trevor, shared in the new house. She panicked for just a moment before her scrambling hands found the mini-flashlight Trevor and gotten her on their last birthday. She clicked it on with a sigh of relief. She couldn't quite make out the numbers on the clock, but by the lack of true sunlight, and by the faint pink-orange band on the horizon, she could guess it was nearly 5:00 a.m.

It was Saturday morning, and for a moment, Tarryn was tempted to go back to sleep, to test the waters, to experience, if only for a second, the life of a "normal" teenager, and sleep in past noon on the weekend.

But she was not a "normal" teenager, and this was true in more ways than one. First, she and her twin brother had no family, as far as they were concerned. They'd been passed from foster home to foster home from the age of four. Much of their inability to attain a permanent home came from Tarryn's second abnormality: Tarryn could, at will, change her form to any animal she wished. Her brother was not so lucky as to be normal, either. Her twin could control with fire.

Much as they tried to keep these less than desirable quirks secret (they'd learned that from their very first home...and still have the scars to prove it), something always happened, and they were shipped off yet again, for their "shenanigans." The foster home reprimanded them for playing "pranks" then replaced them once again in another overpacked, sometimes abusive family until the next incident occurred. The two had yet to figure out what they hell kind of pranks involved kitchens torn apart by blue-eyed tigers. Though boiling the Johnsons' pool had been fun. And, Tarryn felt, appropriate punishment.

They'd only been at this house for about a week, though Tarryn had high hopes. These people, while cruel, and prone to violence and anger, seemed more or less oblivious. Tarryn and Trevor did the housework on the big farm, and went to bed, heading into town when they stole a few rare moments. Perfection was expected of them, but at least they were not watched like hawks. It was only June; school had yet to begin again, so the twins spent much of free time in the neighboring fields, talking of what could have been.

Yes, thus far Tarryn had no reason to hate this family...any more than usual.

With a yawn, she gripped the edge of her bed and peered over, spying Trevor sleeping on the bottom bunk of their bed.

"Trevor," she hissed, shining her light in his face. "Trevor get up. Hey! I had that dream again..."

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Sweat poured down his face.
His breathing quickening.
He was having the dreeam again.
A soft touch, one that he wanted so bad. Warm flesh that felt so wonderful on his wanting body. He felt the urge, the need, and he stroked the face, feeling muscle and bone against him, urging him forward. Suddenly with a brilliant flash the person was aflame, screaming in agony and pain. He stumbled back and fell on the ground, the rough ground digging into his hands, his body from lust to panic and terror. The howling person was covered in flames, pointing at him, condemning him, it was his fault, all his fault, if he wasn't such a fucking freak!

He jolted awake, feeling groggy and realized he was covered it sweat, he glanced down and stifled the groan in his throat, mornings were hell for him. Although he appreciated his sisters understanding of guys...problem in the morning, it was still bothersome.

"Trevor get up. Hey! I had that dream again..."

He jolted fully awake that time, and shimmied as much as his dignity would allow to stare up at his sister.

He smiled at her, and spoke as softly as he could, "which one Terryn?"

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"The one with the woman in the forest," Tarryn continued, excited. "She turned around this time, and she looked at me, and it was like..." She trailed off, frowning through the darkness. "Are you alright?" she asked slowly, cocking her head. "What ha--"

A pounding at the door interrupted her mid sentence. "Y'all up yet? Yer runnin' real late, an' we don't tolerate that here!"

Tarryn rolled her eyes. "It's 5:01," she shot back through the closed door. "We're right on time. If anyone is running late, it's you missing your morning piss."

Johnathan Markham banged on the door again, so hard it shuddered from the other side. "Don't you talk back to me, you little bitch! You get out of there, you and your brother, and get downstairs. Y'all got ten minutes."

Tarryn smirked and jumped off the bed. "Fat ass," she muttered, grabbing some over-large clothes from her dresser. "I'll be back. 'We all got' ten minutes, after all." She grabbed her toothbrush and started for the door, turning back to her brother one more time. "You're sure you're okay?"

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He opened his mouth to speak, but slammed it shut when the pounding of the door interrupted him. He listened calmly to the exchange between the two of them, but said nothing. He sometimes wished that Tarryn wouldn't say things like that to people, but then again he also knew that his wishing wouldn't change anything. Tarryn was Tarryn and that's all she ever would be, he was too humble to admit or even acknowledge that it was usually him that kept the two of them in the same house.

Not that he wasn't capable of a temper, he shuddered to think what happened at one of their earlier homes, the Gibsons. They were something else, they had seemed nice enough until Trevor woke up and found Charlie Gibson the husband hanging over Tarryn, touching her while she slept. Trevor had completely lost it, a rarity in his life. His power was usually under his control, he used it to his own advantage, sometimes to even amuse his sister who seemed at times to take a great thrill out of his power. That time however his powers flew out of control as much as his power. He had flown across the room, beating the man mercilessly as his power flew in several directions, setting the room and eventually the entire house. He wasn't blamed for the fire, faulty electricity was to blame, but needless to say they were sent back off to the orphanage to await a new foster home. To this day, Trevor still hadn't told Tarryn about it.

When she hopped down and spoke to him he only smiled a little and spoke, "I'm fine, I'll get up, just uhh...give me a minute."

He spoke that fighting the blush in his cheeks.

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Tarryn stared at her brother a minute longer, than shrugged, heading down the hall towards the bathroom. She locked the door behind her, and brushed her teeth idly, at the same time trying to tame her thick black hair.

Eyes the color of the deep ocean gazed back at her, hard and cynical, but full of life. It was true enough that she got herself into trouble with remarks like those she'd fed back to Markham. But it was also true she'd been living this life since before she could remember and didn't much care for consequences anymore, either.

Spitting into the sink, she braided her dark hair, pushing her bangs from her eyes with one hand. The t-shirt she wore was short sleeved, though it fell past her elbows; her jeans fit well enough, but dragged on the floor. Tarryn didn't mind much; after all, it was her job to keep the floor clean.

Leaving her toothbrush on the counter--she'd get yelled at for it later, but she sensed her brother needed some time alone--she walked downstairs to greet the rest of her "family."

Markham was still upstairs, as it was early, probably with his wife, and their only son, Thomas, who was eight months old. But two of the other children Tarryn and Trevor lived with, Toby and Sarah, had fallen asleep on the couch the night before watching TV. Toby and Sarah were brother and sister as well, though Toby, at age 8, was two years Sarah's elder. They kids were cute enough, blonde hair and green eyes, but the were still spoiled in the way only cute orphans can be. Tarryn tended to stay away from them, as they were both in the phase were "telling" was still cool.

At the kitchen table, quietly eating a bowl of cereal, sat Josh. Josh was a year younger than Tarryn, but at 5'10", nearly a foot taller. Josh and Tarryn did not get along.

He looked up when she came in a sneered at her. "You're up early today," he commented. "You up to something?"

Tarryn glared at him as she tied on her worn tennis shoes. "No. Shouldn't you be?"

"What's it to you?"

"To me? Nothing. To Markham...?"

Josh snorted. "You been hanging around with Sarah lately?"

"She's a better conservationist than you are. And she's just learning to read. Did you ever get that far?"

Josh growled at her. "You better watch that mouth when your punk brother isn't around to protect you."

Tarryn laughed derisively. "I can kick your ass just fine myself, thanks." Josh started to get up, but then Markham came down the stairs.

"Where's your brother?" he asked.

Tarryn shrugged. "He'll be down in a minute," she said coolly, with a victorious glance at the now silenced Josh.

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Having lied down long enough, he threw the feeble covers off of himself and shuffled across the room and to the bathroom. He took the time to brush his teeth and fumble with his hair. He didn't really have to, the hair was unusually straight for how long it was. He'd grown use to having long hair, since most of the foster homes didn't have the money, or more often than not, didn't care enough to get him a haircut. He flicked a bang out of his eyes and looked in the mirror before going back into the hallway.

Making his way into the kitchen he spotted Tarryn and Josh immediately. Josh noticing him suddenly busied himself with his food. Trevor frowned and glanced towards his sister, obviously she had managed to bring him into some sort of negative conversation. He didn't understand why everyone their age was so leery of him, sometimes even adults, he hadn't even gotten into a fight with Josh, though he could tell that the kid didn't like him.

He was a kid that he was used too, a big bully in the end of it all. A usual product of the foster care system, the last one had run into a bit of trouble and that might have explained why Josh was so leery of him, might have heard of the fight. The last one, a not so bright one known as Kyle, was picking on Trevor as usual, calling him a "fag" and a "sissy" and a multitude of other hateful and ignorant names. As usual Trevor ignored him and busied himself with the gardening he was attending too. Right up until Terryn heard, everything was normal. Then as usual, she got angry and got in the kid's face, then Kyle had decided to smack Terryn, knocking her right on the ground. As he had proved before in their younger years, no one hurt his sister. The resulting fight ended with Terryn pulling Trevor off of the bleeding boy, who had to go to the hospital looking like he'd been hit by a truck.

Trevor didn't like fighting, and he didn't know why people singled him out a lot. Even more so than Terryn who drew attention to herself. Most people avoided him, though some took to his quiet nature well enough, others took whatever "oddity" they sensed out of him as a target to harass.

He mumbled a "g'morning," and hurridly fixed himself a quick breakfast to get ready for the endless list of chores that they were to attend too.

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After Markham had shoved a wad of cash into Josh's hand, sending him out to the store two miles away (Tarryn thought it was stupid; she knew Josh'd only buy cigarettes, but whatever), he turned to Tarryn and Trevor.

"You, brat," he said, obviously speaking to Tarryn. Tarryn continued to munch on the apple she'd picked up for breakfast, turning to her brother.

"You know," she said pleasantly, completely ignoring Markham, "I don't like to eat much in the morning, especially if we're gonna have a heavy load in this heat--"

Markham slammed a hand like a a slab of meat down on the kitchen table. "Don't you ignore me, girl, I'm talking to you!"

Tarryn glanced at him. "Oh? Because I didn't hear my name, so I wasn't sure--"

She stopped abruptly as he backhand her. For a second, her temper flared up, but she said nothing, feeling victoriously.

Markham tossed a tick roll of wire on the table. "You're gonna fix the chicken coop at back," he growled at her. "And you," he added, turning to Trevor, "are gonna split logs. There's an axe--"

Tarryn tensed. "He's going to split wood in June?" she asked, incredulous, all sarcasm gone. "It's 106 degrees outside, you'll kill him! Why do you need logs split?"

Markham grinned, sensing he had the upper hand. "Bet you're sorry you got that mouth o' yours now, huh?" he said, already heading back upstairs.

Tarryn glared at him for a long moment, then grabbed the roll of wire and shoved it at her brother. "Here," she said. "You fix the fence, I'll split the damn logs."

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Trevor flinched visibly when he slapped her, but forced down the anger that was boiling fiercly in his chest. He knew that acting on it would do nothing for their predicament. He nodded when he gave him his chore, not exactly happy about the prospect of splitting logs.

He only shook his head when Terryn jumped to his defense and handed the wire back to her, "Terryn it's ok, you know heat doesn't bother me."

He gave her a "you know what I mean" look and crossed across the kitchen and stepped out into the hot sun. Being that he was more than accustomed to heat, the hot sun never really had bothered him. It had started back when he was young and figured out that he could pull heat from his body and it would cool him off. When he'd brought it up to his foster at the family, they laughed and thought he had a wild imagination. When he prove it on the other hand, their sweet and caring, albeit heavily religious, family flipped out and within the day they were back at the foster home, for they didn't want a "devil child" living in their home.

He sighed as he grabbed the axe from next to the barn and heaved it over his shoulder. Walking to the log pile he began picking up the heavy pieces of wood and setting them down, righting them and then swinging down with the axe, cleaving them in two, and then again to make them the right size. When he was done, he moved onto the next log, moving gradually but eventually quickly through the pile. He'd actually always kind of liked manual labor, it was freeing to him, and it allowed him a peace of mind that being around others didn't.

As he worked he felt a familiar brush up against his leg. After he swung down, he looked down to see the familiar mostly white, with grey and black spots and lined cat. He bent down for a second and stroked the cat's chin.

"Hey Cid...hey buddy boy, how are you today?"

The cat responded with a purr. He'd found the cat a few years ago, wandering the streets, sick and starved, obviously too ill to find it's own food. The orphanage mother was kind enough to let him take it in and take care of it when it was ill. After that though, she insisted that the cat stay outside. Which Trevor didn't mind, since he spent most of his time outside, and the cat followed him everywhere, meowing and purring happily. Since then, they had become inseprable, and no matter what, he took the cat to every new home, which most didn't mind since Cid was generally an outdoor cat.

He smiled softly and stood back up and resumed his work.

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Tarryn gave her brother a skeptical glance. She'd never really understood her brother's powers as well as her own. Fire was one thing, but heat was another...right? She remembered when they'd first discovered their powers.

Tarryn had been six at the time, and they'd threatened to seperate her and her brother. The family was only interested in little girls, and the orphanage she was at was more interested in giving away kids than protecting families. That week, the two had tried everything they could think to get her out of it: Tarryn had started fights with other kids, pretended to be sick, thrown multiple temper tantrums. On the day the family arrived, though, none of it mattered, and as they pulled her out to the car, she'd been thinking how much she'd like to be a bird and just fly away--

They'd never been back to that orphanage, and it had taken a long time to place them again afterwards.

"Fine," she growled. "Just...come find me when you're done."

She grabbed the roll of wire and stepped out onto the porch, scowling up at the hot sun. Even if Trevor was, she wasn't impervious to heat, she wasn't. She rolled her eyes, hoping this would be a fast job.

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Two and a half hours later, Tarryn was only halfway done with the fence, and the sun was getting to her. Face bright red, she sighed and turned to the chickens.

"How are you not fried?" she grumbled to them. They only looked at her oddly. If she concentrated, she could speak to them. But chickens were loud and talkative, and she didn't have the energy to keep up with them just now.

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After about three hours worth of chopping wood he was finished. He looked at his work and was mildly pleased. He glanced over to the distance and spotted his sister, he could tell from her body language, even from this distance, that she was not very happy. He set the axe down and walked over to her. She didn't seem to be paying any attention to anything but the work in front of her, and she was mumbling to herself.

He reached out and touched her gently, not meaning to startle her and closed his eyes and felt the heat pulsing in her body. He wasn't suprised that she was so warm, it was quite warm outside. He focused and drew in the heat she had in her body, bringing it down so that she was at a normal level of heat and with a slight push, forced it out into the air away from her.

He smiled, "better?"

Then a loud a familiar voice boomed across the yard, "Boy! You done with that wood?"

Trevor turned and nodded at the man, "yes sir."

The man glanced over, "well I'll be, damn fine worker, helluva lot better than that lazy sister o' yers, now go pick the weeds outta the missus back flower bed."

Trevor hid the sag in his shoulders as he realized that the acre and a half worth of flower "bed" was filled with weeds. He wasn't exactly tired, nor was he not wanting to work. He loved being amongst things that growed, but still he hated being far away from his sister.

He gave her a helpless look and nodded at the man, tramping towards the flower bed. He bent down and began carefully looking for the weeds roots and pulling them out by it. Carefully making sure not to harm the flowers around the weeds. He hummed to himself, an old hymn that he couldn't remember where he'd heard, but always calmed him and even calmed his sister.

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