Place; Orphanage in Deerfield, Illinois (USA)
Time; 15 Years in the Past

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Ding-Dong

The dark brown doors of the orphanage opened, a nicely dressed woman stepped out onto the doorsteps. The overhang protected her from the pelting rain outside as the sound of a car zooming off was heard.

"Hello..?" the woman asked, looking around for any sign of life in the cold dark streets. With a sigh and a shrug the woman turned around to go back inside, yet stopped when she heard ear-splitting cries.

Looking down this time she saw a small picnic basket where a small baby was held, their cry almost made the woman's ears bleed. Quickly, to stop the baby's cry, the woman picked up the small infant and rocked the baby in a fluid motion. Moments later the cries quieted down before the child fell asleep, a peaceful look on it's face.

"Thank goodness." the orphanage woman sighed in relief before she noticed a small custom-made dog tag around the baby's neck. Gently, as to not stir the infant, the woman turned the dog tag to reveal almost no information.

Last Name; Alvers
First Name; Serenity
Middle Name; Lila
Birthdate; 7/18
Blood Type; AB

To say the orphanage woman was surprised would have been an understatment.

"Another Alvers..?" the woman whispered to herself, lost in her thoughts before blinking and picking up the basket aswell, before the woman and infant went inside.

Once Inside

The woman walked down the dark brown hallways, her blue heels clicking against the tiled floors before she stopped in the nursery.

Though there was about 5 or so cribs in plain view, there was a single crib right next to a cement window where a small soon-to-be 2 year old boy rested. The woman quietly snuck over to the crib and placed Serenity in with the boy.

"Congradulations Lance, you finally have a family." the woman whispered as she smiled at the brown-haired baby boy, who snored lightly in his sleep.

15 Years Later

Lance impatiently taps his foot as he stood outside the orphanage's bathroom doors before banging on the door.

"Come on Rave! You've been in there for an hour!" Lance yelled angrilly as he continued to wail on the door, yet he stopped when he saw 1 of the orphanage's owners walk by him.

Yeah 17 year old Lance was still in the orphanage, but where else would he go..? Besides, he had a family to take care of...He wouldn't let her down.

The door swung open then, and Lance couldn't help but smirk a tiny bit.

About 6 inches under him was a girl...Well...Woman would be a nicer term, but when was he gonna use those..?

Anyway. The girl had long dark brown hair like him, yet hers went to her mid-torso and was in ringlets. Tanned skin and on the thin side gave her a attractive appearance.

Bright green eyes with brown flecks seem to give the girl a more excieted and happy-go-lucky, sunshine and ranbows appearence...But that was where the cuddliness stopped. She was wearing a dark purple shirt with rips and slashes, a black long-sleeved shirt under that, dark blue jeans with holes at the knees, blue converse, and finally a pair of black overly-used headphones rested on her sholder.

The make-up she wore was dark blue lipstick, lipgloss, dark blue eye shadow, and white eyeliner.

This girl was known far and wide (as you can get) as Rave, but her real name was Serenity Lila Alvers, his kid sister.

"Thank god your done, here I thought you were drowning in there." Lance stated, a joking tone in his voice.

Rave rolled her eyes as a unimpressed smirk graced her blue lips. "Nice jab Lance. Almost as nice as that face-plant you did yesterday."

Though he hated to admit it, Lance was actually powerless against his sister. While he had worked hard on his rep, she worked hard on ways to give her advantages over people. Her strongest; her sharp tongue.

"Yeah, yeah. Come on, we don't want to be late for school." the 2 siblings looked at each other before they bursted out laughing, holding their sides as their lungs hurt.

"O-Oh man tha-that's a good one bro!" Rave managed to say through her laughs, Lance was right now leaning against the wall to stay up.

"O-Oh dear lord! M-My Luuuung!" Lance yelled out, the 2 siblings continued their riot before they were yelled at by a man who appeared to be in his early 20s.

"Sorry Mr Lubowski. We promise we won't cause trouble." both siblings chimed together, their fingers crossed behind their backs. The man nodded his head stiffly towards them before leaving in a huff. Once he was gone though the 2 siblings grinned at each other before Lance threw his hands up.

Suddenly the hallway the man was walking started to shake uncontrollably, he gripped to the wall for support. Lance dropped his hands suddenly, causing the hallway to returned to "normal" condition.

"Nice trick." Rave whispered to her brother, before raising her hands. "But ammature hour's over."

Suddenly a almost-clear streak came out of Rave's hands and hit the man. Though it wasn't at Rave's full power, it was strong enough to make the old man fall forward and end up running into the kitchen. A dish clattering to the ground was heard along with the sound of the gruel they normally ate falling to the floor was heard.

"Let's go." Rave whispered as she tugged her brother's hands and ran, dragging Lance along with her.

At School

"Okay, we're here." Lance stated as they came to the school's gates before the 2 separated from each other. Both having their rickety backpacks; dark green for both of them.

"Don't go near me." both siblings stated before going off into their separate directions; Lance to his buddies while Rave went to her best friend.

Underneath a few clustered trees was a girl hidden in the shadows, yet she wasn't hidden to Rave.

"Hey Sketch, s'up?" Rave asked as she neared the shadows the girl looking up from the sketchbook on her lap.

The teenage girl was about 5'2" and had black obsidian hair, ice blue-grey eyes, and rather pale skin. She wore a white-t shirt with ink splatter on it, black jeans, cartoon-print converses, and a cartoon-etched black n' white headband. Also with the girl was a white canvas messenger bag, her sketchbook, and an ink pen.

This girl was Sylvia "Sketch" Roberts, a high-class girl with a passion for the arts. Suddenly Sketch put her pen away and held up her hands.

Actually, it was rather funny and confusing how the 2 could be Best Friends to some people.

Rave was the kind of girl who wouldn't take no shit from anybody, who loves to dance and be loud, who'd give a person a challange if she wanted. Her favorite things to do included play pranks with her brother, spend time with Sketch, listen to music, make music, party, and more.

While Sketch on the other hand was naturally quiet and normally didn't let things bother her, she was actually one of the sweetest people you could meet. Her favorite things to do were draw, cook, sleep, read, spend time with Rave, and more. Sketch was a amazing girl...Yet most people didn't really "hear" her persay.

"Not much is going on. Just sketching, breathing, livin' the artists dream. The usual, how 'bout you?" Sketch asked through sign language, an art that Rave had learned when she was about 5.

"Nothin' much. Me and Lance picked on this guy who was yelling at us. Ya shoulda seen it..!" Rave exclaimed, a grin on her face.

The thing is the 2 girls, much like Lance, had mutant powers.

Rave had the power of Sound Manipulation. Meaning that she had the ability to create and manipulate sound and sound waves. Sure it may not seem like much of a power, but there was more to it than meets the eye.

Sketch had the ability to give motion to the motionless...Or simply put it she could give inanimate objects (drawings, toys, plants, etc) life and make them do her biding. She could also bring pictures to life and make them 3D if she wanted to...So yeah, that was a plus.

Suddenly the 2 were interrupted by the school warning bell, causing them to get up from their protection under the trees.

"Let's go! Music waits for no one..!" Rave exclaimed as she grabbed Sketch's hand, dragging her away to their first class...After they stop at their lockers.

Hallways

"-And then we took off running." Rave concluded the tale of her mourning with Lance to Sketch, who was getting her final book out.

Suddenly the 2 stopped their actions when they heard 2 high-pitched giggles and looked around the corner to see 2 of the most stuck-up girls in school run away from a hallway.

"Someone should teach them a lesson." Sketch said through swift hand gestures, Rave glared at the 2 still laughing girls.

"I will." Rave declared before throwing her hands in the 2 girl's direction, a sound wave hitting them which caused them to fall into the janator's closet. Sketch's eyes gleamed a bit before the "J" on the door came to life and locked the door.

"Let's go. We can't be too late." Rave whispered to Sketch, who nodded in agreement before the 2 walked away, missing Lance's conversation with Kitty.

NEXT DAY-After School

Rave glared daggers at her brother, who had his hands up in a defensive manner.

"Now, look, Rave. I-I can explain." Lance stated, before his hands were slapped.

"Explain? EXPLAIN! You're leaving me!" Rave yelled, the objects in the room started to shake a bit.

"Now Sis, come'on...I-it ain't like that." Lance softly said, a bit happy that Rave's hunched shoulders went down a bit. Rave took a deep breath in, before exhailing loudly, her bangs swishing a bit.

"Look. I'm just going for a little while okay? Mystic says that she has big plans for me that could get us some money!" Lance explained before putting his hands down on Rave's shoulders, the girl looked up at him through her bangs.

"As soon as I get some major dough I'll come and get you..." Lance drops his head so he's eye-to-eye with Rave "Okay?"

Rave's frown could not have been more present, her heart and soul yelled at her to beg Lance to stay...Yet...This could be the chance of a lifetime for her brother to get everything he ever wanted. Ever since they were young the 2 looked out for each other, helped each other tune their powers and more..!...They always had each others backs and even protested when a couple would want to only take one of them (normally Rave), causing the 2 to never get picked..

"Okay...J...Just give me the adress you'll be staying out, your new phone number and...And promise me that no matter what happens, we'll still be there for each other." Rave whispered to her older brother, who smiled down at her before chuckling.

"You always did know how to make the best deals.." Lance whispered before hugging his kid sister, who hugged him back. The 2 realized it could be a week, a month, or even years till they see each other again...Yet...They had to do this.

Rave hugged her brother one last time, his bags already in the posh black limo infront of the orphanage.

"I love ya bro." Rave whispered as a single tear slipped down her eyes, which Lance whipped away.

"Hey, hey no tears 'kay? This ain't goodbye." Lance told the smaller girl, who forced a smile on her lips.

"This is only a 'so long'." Rave added on, the 2 siblings bid their final goodbyes before Rave was left waving at the fleeting limo.

3 Weeks Later

Rave sighed as more and more insults were thrown at her, the walks to school seemed longer now without Lance.

"Hey Punk! Goin to the metal concert tonight?"

"Oh my gosh where di you get that top? A graveyard?"

"Uh...You look dumb!"

These comments and more had been going on since Lance had left. Due to Lance's reputation and over all hatred from everyone at school, they all sought revenge from the only person who was extremly close to Lance; Rave.

"Go back to the rock you crawled under."

"Why so sad? Did you parents not get you this morning?" Okay, Rave had to admit, she felt tears line her eyes at this.

"Just go away and find that lost-cause brother of yours." WHAT? Rave bit down on her lip, all sadness replaced with burning rage now.

That was when Rave stopped walking away, her bangs covering her eyes as she turned to the zit faced teenage boy who said that last sentance.

"What did you say?" Rave growled, her voice dark and heavy.

"I said go find that lost cause brother of yours! What, now you're deaf to?" the boy asked, getting a round of laughted from the pass byers who found entertainment from the roast.

Rave gritted her teeth as she threw down her backpack and lunged at the boy, tackling him into the baren street.

"Hey! G-Get off me!" was the last thing out of the boys mouth before Rave punched his jaw, making sure her nails scratched his lip and skin.

"Don't you ever, ever talk trash about my brother. Do you hear me?" Rave asked the now-wimpering boy, before she grabbed his shirt and pulled him to where they were face-to-face.

"I said DO YOU HEAR ME?.!" Rave yelled, her powers accidentally kicking in and caused the boy's ears to bleed a bit.

"Hey! Get off him freak!" a different boy yelled as he grabbed Rave's shirt, hoisting her up from the ground and throwing her to the side.

Rave's body screamed out in pain, she wanted to yell out as she felt her face hit the concreat...Yet she wouldn't let these jerks get that pleasure.

So Rave growled as she got up, dusting herself off before picking up her disgarded backpack and walking away. She looked back once to see that a small group had now gathered around the teenager whose ears were bleeding, his cries of pain loud.

With a cuse under her breath Rave pulled out her phone that Sketch had given her for their 9th year anniversary as Best Friends. The phone was a high grade model, newest version on the market with a sleek black phone covering.

Ditchen school. Got in a fight. I'll be at the club house.

Was all Rave put down before pressing send and walking off, smirking a bit at the sound of an ambulance coming their way.

Club House

Rave sighed as she popped open a warm sprite, the cooler having lost ice some time ago.

The old wooden club house was in a rather tall tree in a forest on the outskirts of town. The house was rather big and used 4 trees to hold it up. It had a small cooler and the walls were outlined with drawings and sketches that Lance, Sketch, and Rave made when they were younger. Sure it wasn't much and sure it was a hell of a walk, but it was worth it to get the privacy and silence-

Knock knock knock

Okay, so maybe not silence. The latch from the floor of the house opened to reveal Sketch climbing in, throwing in her bag first before hoisting herself up.

"Don't you go Art Club or something..?" Rave asked, a bored tone vibrating from her throat as she tossed her best friend a soda.

"Yeah. But the art club doesn't get into fights...And they are not my best friends either." Sketch replied before digging around her messenger bag before pulling out a First Aid kit.

"Relax. I ain't that banged up...Am I..?" Rave questioned, an openly confused look on her face. To respond Sketch took out a small compact mirror and showed Rave, who blinked at her reflection.

Her lip had a small cut, the skin on her cheek dashed with pebbles in the wound, her hair was a mess, and dirt lightly caked on her forehead. Why hadn't she noticed this.

"So...What's our next more?" Sketch asked before taking out disinfecting wipes, Rave blinked.

"Our next more?" Rave asked, more surprised than anything.

"Rave your more like my family than my family is...You've been there with me through everything, so no I'm gonna be there for you. No matter what." Sketch replied a determined look on her face as Rave blinked in surprise.

"Our next more...Huh..." Rave mumbled, a thoughtful look on her face as she pondered the thought.

A few minutes seemed to pass by before Rave came out of her thoughts, a smirk on her face.

"Our next move is paying a visit..." Rave started to get Sketch's attention "To my brother."