A/N: Yes, I am writing a non-crack!fic. Crazy, I know. Anywho this is co-authored by my bestest friend Sprinkles (A.M.G.T.Z.D.) We're giving this a try because it seemed like it'd be fun but I have no idea how it's going to turn out, so try not to be too hard on us. As always, reviews are love ^^

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Prologue

She was dead, he was sure of it. He was also sure that it was all his fault. No, maybe not, but it sure felt that way.

He'd heard the shot, the shattering of solid ice as a bullet sent splinters of it skittering across the already icy floor. It played in his head like a broken record. The imagined fate of his aunt spinning in his fevered mind over and over, accompanied by his thudding footsteps and racing heart.

He seemed to have had run for hours before he let himself slow down, panting hard, plopping down on a bench, camouflaged by the busy crowd. Hot tears pooled in his eyes, threatening to fall for the first time since his mom had died as he sat there, staring blankly at the hurrying passersby.

She had died to save him, just like his mom had for Monica. The sisters who had never met were alike in more than just appearance it would seem. Robert Frost was on to something, he thought wryly, both fire and ice had both ended his world just fine.

He couldn't do this on his own, not anymore. He couldn't keep up the cryptic hints, giving people messages and hoping they listened. People like him couldn't run forever, he couldn't help them forever. They needed to stand up together, show the world that they would not be hunted, not anymore. And he would help them, but he couldn't do it alone.

Micah Sanders pulled out his phone, his eyes closing as he communicated with it. A small smile tugged at the corners of his mouth as he opened his eyes again, reading the lines of information that scrolled across the screen in tiny letters. Perfect.