Cars honked around the city- New York City to be precise. Lights flashed and people walked around with groups or in solos. I stood on a fire exit, hiding in the shadows waiting for anything bad to happen in this alleyway. Over the past week many attacks have happened around this area.

I heard a noise and looked up, watching at the famous Iron Man fly overhead. I smiled slighlty at the glimmering red and gold suit. My eyes focused down at my outfit. It was a dark grey tank top with red at the top. I had a black belt with two knives on each side. I had a red shirt that was open in the front. My pants were grey and light brown boots fitted my feet.

Licking my lips, I played with my dark brown hair. I frowned and blinked my golden eyes. Where were they? The people usually come around this time.

Right as I thought that a scream erupted from the right. I turned my head and scowled at a man trying to undress a woman. I climbed down from the fire escape and felt my fingers tingling to realase the fire. Stopping my feet a few steps behind the man I talked loud enough so the person could hear me.

"What do you think your doing?" My voice echoed around the alleyway.

The man smirked and turned around, pausing from undressing the women, "My wife disobeyed me."

I looked at him and tilted my head at him, "How so?"

A deep chuckled vibrated through his chest and an insane glint appeared in his eyes, "She forgot to get me beer."

I was enraged to beyond, but held my emotions in my body and kept a straight face. I took a few steps forward and felt my body heating up, "Let go of her now," I hissed dangerously.

The man shrugged and dropped the women letting her crumble down the wall. The man looked to the side and watched as 3 other men walked to them. He turned to me, "Oh look. You're out numbered. What will you do now?"

'What will I do now?' I thought to myself, 'I'll show you what I'll do.'

The tingling sensation grew and finally, my hands burst into orange and yellow flames. The group of people stopped walking to me and freaked out. The tried running the other way but a girl stood in the way.

This girl had short brown hair with a streak of red through it. She wore a blue trench coat that went down past her kness. She had a black shirt on with black pants and brown boots. A white scarf was curled around her neck and tied so it wouldn't fall off. Her hazel eyes

"Going somewhere?" She asked, faking a smile.

"There is a crazy girl over there who lit her hands on fire!" The frantically tried to run around her but she stopped them by shoving them back.

She gave went emotionless and asked, "Do you know who else is crazy?"

The men shook their heads frantically in fear of wasting time and getting burnt.

"Me," She let a inhuman growl and her body slowly morphed into a large black cat with stunning yellow eyes. Opening her mouth, a shoking roar came out of her mouth.

A panther.

The panther leaped onto one of the men and bit into his neck. She turned to the other two and jumped onto one, then shoved him to the ground. She jumped to the other one and shoved him to the ground also. Both men hit their heads and went unconsious.

I stared at the woman-or panther- in shock. How she was able to do that absolutly confused me, but yet again, I can control fire. The man next to me tried swinging a punch until I caught it with my flaming hand. He let a cry of pain escape his mouth and he tried to get free from the burning sensation.

I kicked him where-the-sun-dont-shine and a flame of fire followed my foot. I let go of his fist and watched as he pat out the fire and ran off. My hands stopped flaming and and smiled.

I looked at the woman the guy was assulting earlier and she gave a thanks, but her eyes were wide and fear was obvious in them. She was scared of a girl who could turn into a panther and a girl who could control fire. She stood up and stumbled out of the alley

If I was normal I would be too.

My body turned to look at the girl who was now right in front of me. I let out a gasp and stumbled backwards, "Who are you?"

The girl gave a cold look, "You just burnt a man with flaming hands. I should know who you are."

I frowned and rolled my eyes, "I'm Zoe Hennson. You?"

She continued giving the cold look, "Grace Mathews"