Prologue
Hi, my name is Fireball, well, that's not entirely true. My code name is Fireball, my real name is Joanna Scarlet Davis, but I hate that name. So most people call me Jo. I'm a person with abilities (born that way), yeah I know, crazy right? I have a best friend from college who is also a person with abilities. I can absorb, control, and emit fire. No, it's not like the human torch, I cannot become an actual fireball or fly, sorry to disappoint. I also was born blind, however, I can see thermal energy (heat) and like a bat does combined. Because I'm a mutant, but I can't see color, I can see general shapes and heat, but that's about it. I have to read brail. I'm about five, six, have long brown hair that's about shoulder length. Oh, and my best friend got bit by some wolf and now has extra good hearing and has great sight. Which I lack, so she always looked out for me. I swear, she's so quiet you would hear a shadow coming before you heard her, she's got the most gorgeous red hair. I'm sad to say I am quite jealous of her beauty, she has dark blue eyes, is the best hunter (as you can imagine), and for some reason likes to wear red dresses with leggings. I have no idea why. So, her code name is huntress, and her real name is Stella Seaburn Sides. Don't ask. We live in the woods mostly, hiding, if we were seen we would be killed for our differences. I've heard there are others of our kind, supernaturals, but I never seen fit to seek them out. So, Stella and I live in the woods between Washington and Canada (they have a lot of tree coverage). She hunts, I cook, she goes to the market, I wash dishes and clothes, she tries to get me to seek out others, we fight about it. It's a working relationship. I prefer to wear a man's attire, she wears short dresses with leggings, she wants to be out in the world, I want to stay in hiding. Like I said, a working relationship, as in, it takes effort to make it work. And we still fight. The only reason we are hunted now is because of the stupid hate groups the aliens in new york made by making themselves known. Damn you, Loki! For bringing this down on us. Gods. Stella keeps saying I'm bitter, cynical, hermit, who doesn't want anything to do with the world and wants to hide for the rest of her life. Does that sound so bad? No, not really. I'd rather do that than die in surprisingly new horrible ways. I shiver at the thought.