AQ:. Stephenie owns the characters and their powers...I owns plot and situations...but nada else. Sob. Constructive critism only plz. And cookies for reveiws.

Now that's said, on with the fic!

Chapter 1

I'm just a man. I'm not superhuman...
Someone save me from the hate.
It's just another war, just another family torn,
Just a step from the edge...
Just another day in the world we live...

- Hero by Skillet

-x- BPOV -x-

I wasn't expecting much to change when I moved to the big city. Seattle wasn't known for it's thrilling experiences. I certainly wasn't expecting much to happen whilst attending university, other than lectures galore, and watching new friends get drunk to the eyeballs. That is, if I actually gained any new friends... this was unlikely. I tend to barricade myself behind my own walls.
Seattle College wasn't one of the most exciting places in the world. That much was obvious as I walked through the courtyard, past grey buildings and black, iron gates. I sighed, pulling a lock of my mussed, windswept hair behind my ear. It's kind of fitting, I guess, a drab, boring place for a drab, boring person. Even my looks are somewhat drab and boring. My hair, for example, is the exact colour of dark wood stain before it's slapped on the sand-papered wood. Sat in a tin pot, doing nothing, no shine to it, dull as ditch water. My eyes are a little better, like chocolate, but a shade of brown none the less. I also have super-pale skin. I wonder sometimes if either of my parents were part albino. Of course, I could never ask them now.
I pulled my leather satchel closer to my body, withdrawn, safe, and dragged myself into the building with a large plaque proclaiming it "Building C". It was warmer inside, but that was hardly a comfort. The air was stale, the walls grubby, painted lemon yellow and periwinkle blue in a feeble attempt to brighten up the place, but instead making it look cheap. I started up the linoleum stairway, taking note of the gum stuck to the underside of the banister, making sure to dodge it. The second floor wasn't much better. I found room "C41", and knocked on the door, without much force admittedly. Mr Stephens opened the door with a friendly smile.

"Hello, you must be Isabella Swan."

"Bella." I replied timidly, walking into the small classroom.

-x- EPOV -x-

It was quiet. Unusually quiet. I had taken refuge in my room, listening to Linkin Park, away from all signs of perfume and deodorant fights that were undoubtedly still occurring downstairs. But the quiet unsettled me. It meant they were planning something. When my teammates are mindlessly suffocating each other with aerosols, they were usually loud, and use colourful language. This...was too quiet. I felt a sudden urge to barricade my bedroom door.
Summoning my strength, I focused on my dresser, which stood a few feet in front of me. Suddenly, it was like I was seeing through a pair of tinted glasses, tinted a bright, yellowish gold. I was used to it though. Just part of the package. Concentrating my energy, the dresser began to glow. I've been told things I manipulate glow gold when I use them. I wouldn't know, due to my tainted sight.
That's when I heard it.

"He's gonna block the door! Get him!"

Before I could move the dresser an inch, my door flew opened, revealing all four of my fellow, adolescent comrades, each armed with at least one can of either Charlie body spray, or Lynx anti-perspirant.
I glowered at them, growling "Don't. Even. Bother."

Alice smiled sweetly at me. I flinched, which she ignored, saying "Dear Edward, did you really think we would let you bow out?"

She didn't wait for a reply. She just sprayed. And they all sprayed. And sprayed. And sprayed.

"Stop!" I choked "Unfair! I'm unarmed!"

"That's what you get for retreating, Eddie!" boomed Emmett between his laughter. I glared at him, seething. My bedroom now smelt like an old lady's purse. Jasper laughed at my evident fury. "Guys, we should run. Like, now!" and with that, they scarpered.

I ground my teeth together as I strode to my balcony doors, flinging them wide open in hopes of ridding my room of toxins. I inhaled the cleaner air (no city air could be called truly clean), drinking in the oxygen, and I could vaguely taste the air pollution creeping out from behind me. I sighed, then took in a deep breath as I dived back into the fumes and legged it back into my en suite, in hopes of ridding myself of the chemicals soaked into my skin and hair. My clothes were a lost cause. I'd have to burn them.
Stepping out of the shower, I glimpsed myself in the mirror. I'm not a vain person, but I am grateful for my appearance. The water made my hair darker than normal; a dark rosewood. When dry, it took on more of a bronze colour. My eyes have always been weird. I was born with the green eyes staring back at me, but when I use my 'abilities', they glow gold. Or so I've been told. As I've said before, I wouldn't know.

I had literally just pulled on a clean shirt, when Alice rushed into my room.
"Edward!" Alice trilled. I groaned. Once again, she ignored me. Smiling, she sang "There is a class at Seattle College that's being held hostage. The mayor said they threatened to kill one kid an hour. So I'd move it if I were you."

I stared at her for a moment, before mumbling "Who's on duty?"

"Rosalie, Emmett and you." she replied cheerfully.

I sighed. "Fine. I'll meet them at the garage."

As she danced out of the room, I tugged on my boots, strapping the buckles around my claves, and pulled on the tan gloves I was forced to wear. We all had to wear them, so as not to leave fingerprints, but colours varied according to our personal colour. Vouching not to looking like a runaway acrobat in gold spandex, I wore brown. Cussing in my head, I headed for the garage. Off to save innocents. Whoopee.

-x- BPOV -x-

It's very intimidating, you know, staring down the barrel of a rifle. It makes you want to think "Why me? I only came for the damn Eng Lit degree!"
I was too shocked to cry, to scream even... too shocked to move. The thug (I nicknamed him Bucko) leered down at me before turning to his fellow thug (christened Bozo) and said "How long 'til an hour is up?"

Bozo shrugged and then grinned. "You're really looking forward to the shooting part, huh?"

"Yeah." Grinned Bucko in reply "and I know who's going first too!" His eyes flickered to look at me. I didn't miss it. I flinched away, panic rising up inside me.

Not five feet away, Mr Stephens lay in a pool of his own blood, his misty, unseeing eyes staring at me hollowly. Those very eyes had greeted me with such warmth thirty minutes ago. Some of my classmates were still staring at the corpse, others were watching the thugs, like wary rabbits caught in headlights. The tugs circled the room, like vultures waiting for their prey. I kept trying to shrink away from them as they approached.
But my fear was not for myself, despite my reactions. I feared for the others. I wasn't sure I was enough for these guys...
Then came the dreaded sound.

Ding. Ding.

Two' o'clock. One hour was up, meaning so was my time. Bucko and Bozo exchanged a look of pure glee. I felt sick.
Bucko flicked his head in my direction, and Bozo nodded. Here goes nothing...
I shakily got to my feet, and pressed myself against the cool plaster wall behind me in, I suppose, a feeble attempt to put distance between us. But that didn't stop him from coming closer and closer...
Pretty soon he was inches away from my face, his breath smelt of cigarettes, beer and vinegared chips. That was when I realised; here was a man who liked to play on nerves before going in for the kill. Good, that gave me the chance to think.

"Hey there, 'lil girl. Guess this ain't your lucky day, huh?"

"Guess not." I muttered in reply.

Dear God, his putrid breath was suffocating me! My eyes fell on Mr Stephens again. They had taken me by surprise that time; I didn't have time to act. By the time I had realized, Stephens was already dead. The guilt was suffocating. I sighed bitterly.

Bucko laughed. "Shame eh? You're mighty perty."

I almost snorted – almost. Me? Pretty? I wish. And it wasn't saying much coming from a thug who wanted to kill me.
It was hard to think, let alone breathe, with the man's breath wafting over my face. I coughed and spluttered at the stench. Then I heard the gun click.

Bang.

The whole building shook. My eyes grew wide with shock. What the hell is going on?! Bucko and Bozo exchanged a worried glance, then Bucko pulled away, forgetting me momentarily.

Bang!

It was louder. The wall shook, and groaned under the strain, and a brick fell from its place, its plaster crumbling. I stared at it in awe for a moment, and then looked up to stare at the cracked periwinkle wall.

BANG!

The wall shattered like a glass window, pieces of brick scattering to our feet. Light erupted and engulfed the room. Three figures stood in silhouette of the new light, their features obscured. But their eyes...I could see their eyes. A tall, bulky man, whom I would say was stuck on steroids if not for a few visible reasons, stood with his fist still extended, both his eyes, and I mean the whites, irises and pupils, and his thigh-sized arms glowing an eerie, luminous acid green. The green faded, and a slighter man stepped forward, his eyes beginning to burn a bright, shocking gold.

"Alistair Maxwell and Robbie Collins, I suggest you put down the guns, before someone gets hurt." He spoke, his voice clear and strong. The gold that had engulfed his eyes faded as he continued "I give you five seconds - one."

Bucko and Bozo stood stalemate, shocked beyond reason, guns still clasped in their hands. My fellow classmates, however, had gone berserk.

"The Cullen Warriors!"

"Look out! They've got guns!"

"Oh my god! Marry meeee!"

...Okay, some of the girls in this class need a lesson in prudence. Is it prudent to ask a total stranger to marry you whilst having a gun shoved at your throat? Hmm, no.
Goldie, as I nicknamed him, rolled his eyes in exasperation, before once again glaring at the thugs. Muscle-man was sniggering.

"Two." Goldie barked. Bucko twitched, his frozen state unthawing into unreasonable panic.

"Three."

"NO!" Yelled Bozo, raising his gun to aim, but before he could, a streak of bright, neon pink lightning struck him squarely in the chest, sending him hurtling into the wall behind him.

"Cool it, Buddy." A silky, feminine voice murmured. The third figure had revealed herself, her eyes glowing neon pink. The three of them stepped out of the light, finally exposing their appearance fully.

Steroid-man had a tanned complexion and coffee-coloured eyes. His was a childish grin, with bright white teeth that complimented his dark, curly hair perfectly. He was the cute footballer type; to a T.

To his right was the pink lightning girl. Her hair hung in golden waves to her hips, and as the pink faded, her eyes turned out to be bright blue. She had a glowing complexion and big, pouty lips. She looked like the reincarnation of Aphrodite.

And stood slightly in front of his comrades was Goldie; but his appearance was a little shocking, if not staggering. His hair was a strange colour, like bronze, and his eyes were this bright, clear green. He was lean, short by muscle-man's standards, but tall by my own, about six foot two. The tight black turtle neck defined the fact that although he was not super-strong, like his friend, he could still hold his own in a battle of raw strength.

The three of them glared menacingly at Bucko. "Four." Continued Goldie, but I was still watching Bozo. He wasn't cooling it, like Blondie had suggested. Oh no, he squirmed slowly, taking up his primed gun. I stood in horror as he pulled the gun to point at the trio, whose focus was still on Bucko. I balked. He was going to shoot. I glanced to see who he was aiming at – it was Goldie!

"Now or never..."

The bullet shot rang out, but everything was moving at half-speed now. My heart thudded as I watched the bullet crawl through the air. That familiar rush of adrenaline flooded me, and my vision began to taint.

Suddenly, I was seeing blue.

"DIE, CULLENS!" screamed Bozo as the bullet whizzed towards Goldie's chest...and then crumbled into dust in midair. But it wasn't that which everyone was staring at. It was the translucent blue barrier, like a pane of glass, which had ominously appeared between Goldie and Bozo. It was this barrier that had intercepted the bullet, which caused it to disintegrate. I shuddered at the bullet's impact; it felt like a needle stabbing my mind sharply.
Okay, so I lied. I'm not exactly ordinary. Since I was very young, I could summon shields to my aid; very useful, especially for someone as accident prone as me. It was because of this ability that I survived a collision with a eighteen-wheeler lorry. My parents, however, did not.

I kept my face hidden. I curled myself into the corner of the room, hoping no-one would notice my eyes, which tend to glow blue when I use my power. Kinda like those Cullen warriors...only my power is pretty wimpy compared to theirs...
I jumped. Something had happened that hadn't before...like something was caressing my conscious...I didn't like it, it felt too alien...too intimate...it felt like a feather softly skimming over my mind, which had a calming, soothing effect. Never had this happened before when I summoned as shield. I gasped, looking up, to see Goldie and his friends, and everyone else for that matter, staring at the blue barrier.
Goldie was the source of the sensation, I realised, as he'd dared to do something no-one else had ever dared to do, not even my parents;

He placed his hand on the shield.

It shifted like water under his fingertips, giving the illusion of weakness. If he tried to push against it, it would be as hard as diamond.
His fingers traced over its surface again, and the sensation trebled. I gasped again, but this time, to my embarrassment, very loudly.
All eyes turned on me, including the trio's. People gasped in awe as they noticed my eyes.

"Another Cullen Warrior!"

"Wow!"

"Awesome power!"

"What was her name again?"

But another voice broke through, strong and authoritive. "Hey! Look out!"

Of course; we'd forgotten the thugs. Bozo was glaring at me in fury, and Bucko was grinning. Grinning? Oh, that may have something to do with the bullet flying in my direction. Funny, I didn't hear a shot.

My eyes flared brightly as a second barrier appeared to shield me. The strain was intense and immediate; I'd never summoned two shields at once before.

Immediately I felt dizzy, lethargic. My vision blurred. Through tinted eyes I saw pinkish-violet flashes, and yelling thrummed in my ears. My energy was being sapped by my barriers, but I could still hear gunshot. The barriers must not fall. I couldn't black out, not yet.
But I had been right to doubt myself. I wasn't enough for these men. My exhaustion crept up on me, and I knew I slipping. No matter hope I groped at consciousness, it kept slipping through my fingers. And I was falling amongst the uproar...
I was falling...falling...

-x- EPOV –x-

"Edward! The girl!" yelled Rosalie as she zapped one thug, Alistair was his name, I read it in his memories. My eyes flew to where the mysterious girl lay slumped against the wall. Her blue protective walls flickered, and then faded into nothing. She'd over-exerted her power. I knew the feeling.

"Emmett! Get her to Carlisle!" I called, whilst pinning Robbie to the wall with the help of telekinesis. The students were being evacuated to safety, and the police were on their way. But the public could not know about this blue-eyed girl until we did, meaning we had to get her to the Tower, and fast. Emmett nodded, and with that bounded over to the girl, taking her up in his arms.

"Meet you guys back home." He grinned, and ran out to the hovercraft. Yes, hovercraft. What can I say? Esme invents and Rose tinkers, they make a formidable team.

Rose, however, was glowering at me.
"What?" I snapped.

"Well done, genius. Now we have to handle the press without a getaway vehicle!"
I stared at her, then turned to see Emmett glide away towards the Tower, leaving Rosalie and I to fight off the reporters. I groaned. "Aw crap."

AQ: in some ways I feel like I'm making a Twilight/Power Puff Girls crossover – they all have their own special colours, they answer to 'The Mayor' and they have their own Professor! (Dr Carlisle). Only difference is Carlisle has his own special powers, which you shall learn in chapter 2.
Imagine if Professor U had taken a swig of Chemical X...It's along those lines.
It's definitely a lot like a power puff/twilight crossover! x3 It wasn't intentional!!!

Queenie xx