HEY! Told you this story was coming. It's the OC story! Yay! *ducks to avoid fruit* So for this, I'm going to do a chapter to introduce each OC, then get into the story. This one is for TempestLaw. Good going, TempestLaw! :D

Also, new username. I'm Leader of the Flower Cult now. But I will be referred to as Flower.

Fuck. Fuckfuckfuckfuckfuck... ergh.

Hamlet ran. Like, RAN ran.

Was this absolutely necessary? It was only a little break in... of a superhero facility.

Let's rewind.

Ham trudged along the alley wall. Maybe running away wasn't the greatest idea? Maybe he should go back... no. No. Things would be better off for his siblings if there was one less so-called "brat" to take care of.

The 16 year old looked around. This a corner behind the dumpster would do. He quietly made a plan for the next day.

Wake up

Find a job

Eat... No, check on Alex and Luna.

Then he would...

"Hey."

Ham jumped, almost using his 'ability'. He stopped himself in time to see a purple-haired girl standing in front of him. Ham glared at her.

"Who are you?" he said, trying to sound scary. He wasn't afraid to use those two knives in his boot.

"I'm Oz. Ozzie." The girl stuck out a hand. Hamlet slowly shook it.

"Hamlet." Ham muttered. He examined the girl's appearance, assessing if she was a threat. (Maybe those self-defense lessons would come in handy!)

She had normal clothes. Torn jeans, red converse, blue Pac man short, grey unicorn hoodie. Her hair was short, almost at her ears, with the tips dyed purple, though the rest was a dark brown. Her brown, cow-like eyes plummeted with something akin to suspicion. Her earrings were shaped like blue roses, and on her head sat a flower crown of clover flowers. A brown backpack covered in patches and pins rested on her back. She was shorter than him, though she looked older.

Ozzie's eyebrows raised.

"Like the play?" she asked. Ham sighed, why was this always the first thing nerds thought of. Why not just compare him to ham?

"Sure."

"Nice. Now, what are you doing in my alley?"

"Your alley?"

"Yes. I'm not mad or anything. I just wanna know."

"I... I ran away."

"From where?"

"My foster parents." Ham didn't know why he was telling this complete stranger the truth. Hey, he was tired. "My siblings are still there, but they'll be better off now that I'm not there."

"I see. Here." Ozzie snapped her fingers, and to Hamlet's surprise, a sandwich appeared in her hand. She gave it to him. "Eat it. It's not poisonous. Probably."

He hesitantly took a small bite. And immediately spit it out.

"That tastes disgusting!" He exclaimed.

"Whoops. Sorry, I'm getting better at food. Kind of. Maybe. Not really... no, I still suck. No improvement at all."

Ozzie snapped her fingers again, and two lawn chairs appeared. She sat in one.

"Okay it won't fall apart. At least not now."

"You seem unsure of a lot of things." Ham grumbled, slowly sitting in the other chair.

"So tell me more of your ex-foster parents. Were they cruel?"

"Well, not really. They were, for the most part, really nice to my siblings. But they didn't like me because of what I could do..."

Ozzie sat up straighter. "Oh?" she said. "What can you do?"

Hamlet mentally slapped himself for his slip-up, but realized that for a girl who could conjure up unstable chairs and inedible food, his ability might not seem weird. He turned to the shadow of the dumpster he was next to. He focused. And disappeared.

Ozzie bolted up, eyes shining. She smiled.

"Oh that was cool. Practically radical, broseph."

Hamlet appeared again, slumping, a slight smile on his face.

"Really?"

"Yeah. I mean, not as cool as me... but alright."

Ham sat in his chair again, tired. It promptly collapsed.

"Whoops." Ozzie laughed. "Hey. You seem pretty chill. How'd you like to team up?"

"Team up?"

"Yeah. You're homeless now, and haven't got any money. Or at least not much. I've got a hideout in the abandoned building behind us, and there is enough room for you and practically three others, plus a guest room. I could probably make you a matress."

"Will it be a comfortable matress?"

"No promises."

"I'll take that as a no."

And look at him now. Tied up. In a room. Surrounded by heroes. Oh dear.

YAY! I'm finished! New story, y'all. Radical.

Exams went well, if anyone wants to know. I totally rocked it. I think.

Merry Christmas, Happy Hanukkah, Happy Whatever-You-Celebrate. I personally celebrate Christmas, and today I opened a present from a friend Early, because I have no willpower. I'm sorry, AmazingGrace130. (Thank you!)

~Flower