The Heroes In Training team or, H.I.T team, is an elite group of young adults with extraordinary gifts, being mentored when the world needed just a little more good, to counteract, the little more bad that came with just a little needed diversity and youth. The way the H.I.T program works is an interesting are chosen to be mentored by the most prestigious superheroes. You must live close by your mentor and train diligently. Sometimes, you're paired with the most unlikely of people.

I'm going to let you in on a small secret. My real name is Victoria Dodger. I have the special ability to warp and manipulate atoms and molecules. This means I can turn one thing into another, something like alchemy, and materialize and dematerialize. On the down side, it has a side effect, bad luck. Now, I know what you're thinking, but let me just explain, whenever I use my abilities, things happen. Things randomly combust, fall apart. Electronics are a HUGE no-no. Hence my alias. They call me Glitch.

"Benny! I need the curtains!" Benny, walked in, hazel eyes rolling, and his head shaking. For a girl with superpowers, I'm pretty lame. I flipped my dark hair out of my face and fixed my fringe.

"Girl, you've gotta stop the whole 'vanishing act'" He ran a rough hand over his scruff.

"Sorry, Benny. It'll be back in about a week or so." Benny is my godfather and caretaker, my parents were in an accident when I was four. I never knew what happened. Benny took me in without a second thought, spontaneous combustion and I grabbed my portable fire extinguisher, putting out the fire that had started behind Benny during our conversation."We might need a new chair." Benny turned to me, his worn face wrinkled from laughs and a lifetime of hard used to be a teacher, but now we live in a small, but beautiful log cabin in the mountains of Vermont. He makes an income as a writer and is still healthy as a horse. What is he, sixty three? Practically a fossil.

"I think I'll make this one out of vibranium." I smiled, scribbling my math out on a piece of scratch paper. I was home schooled, which was amazing. I have problems, I'm so not socially acceptable. Tossing my book to the side,I threw on my old leather jacket, it was my dad's. I was about to put on my favorite leather boots, but a knock on the door interrupted me."Tori! Can you get that?" I replied with a quick 'yeah', even though I definitely didn't want to and began sliding to the door in my rainbow striped socks, It's something I've always done.

"What did I do now?" The words tumbled out before I could stop them. My hands flew to my mouth. Okay, so I get myself into a lot of...situations. When I get nervous, things explode or just go missing all together. I noticed a small flicker on the suit of the man on my had blonde hair and sharp blue eyes, piercing me relentlessly. He did not react. I awkwardly pretended not to see it. Like I told you, I'm bad with people.

"Miss, may we come in?" I suspiciously moved aside, still ignoring the small flame. Uh, have a seat." I almost stuttered.

"Benny! Can you come here?" Footsteps made their way toward us.

"Oh, hello there boys, what can I help you with." He paused noticing the flame. "Uh, you gotta little something-" A deep, authoritative voice interjected.

"Our suits are flame resistant." So they noticed, wow, I must have looked like a major asshole.

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"This is the home of Victoria Dodger, correct?" I nodded my head and there were soon papers in my hand laminated with care. Meticulous. The only words I could read were in big bold. H.I.T. I really didn't understand, but my eyes scanned down to the parentheses under the words. Hero's in training. My eyebrows quirked in suspicion. I was obviously being punked here. Until, of course, I read further,

Name: Victoria Rose Dodger

Mother: Deceased

Father: Deceased

Guardian: Benedict "Benny" Quinn

Abilities: Showed signs mutant abilities during infantry, but did not start until after parents death. Became uncontrollable. Materialize, de-materialize, electronics and signals glitch, telepathy, and spontaneous combustion. Suspicious chains of unfortunate events Telepathic.

Social interaction: Awkward and slightly unapproachable. Interact with care.

Well excuse you, I thought hotly to myself which caused a pop in the fireplace as small peices of charcoal imploded without my permission, either this was a sick joke, or whoever these people are, they were pretty creepy. How did they even know that I started de-materializing things as a tiny,mutant child. I felt the psychic wall in my head break. "This is no joke, Victoria. We need people like you. The talented and strong." I looked a baldy He was in my head? A telepath?It took an hour for things to finally settle down as they explained the mentoring program. A super hero. That was so corny. I wanted to deny, but I had a feeling that it wouldn't be that easy. Three more accidental spontaneous combustions and a coffee table de-materialization later, I managed to gain control of myself.

"When do we start?" I wrung my hands nervously. I didn't want to, but they said they would give Benny some benefits. He deserved a damn medal for dealing with me. The telepath, who I learned was named Agent Pedrow, gave me a small smile. 'The minute you pack your bags'.

I didn't want to leave Benny. He was all I knew. I don't really have friends, and I guess I can come across as scary. I began to pack. The men in suits were chatting with Benny, as I crammed in at least a dozen pairs of striped socks, my cutest underclothes, just because, and everything else in my drawers. I threw on my boots and ran a hand over my jeans, adjusting my jacket over the AC/DC shirt i was wearing. I swiped one of my many lollipops. I always have them handy, this one was cotton candy flavored, my favorite .I gave my room a once over and tore down my band posters. Neatly folding them I tucked them under my arm, grabbed my phone charger (Benny managed to create certain things that deflected my abilities because he's a fucking genious), and chucked my black and white converse into my back duffle bag, shaking from the sudden change.

I ran a hand through my thick curls and sat down on my bed for the last time. As long as it benefited Benny, I would do anything. My hand swiped over my face and I attempted to breath deeply. Upon dragging my bag into the living room, I looked over the charming little cottage.

"I'm ready." I took another nervous breath. Benny looked pale and I knew there as pulled into a long embrace then quickly led to the once cold, leather couch, now warmed by the fire I stoked. As he spoke his voice shook. I chuckled. His serious face sobered me. Was he serious?

"Sweetheart, your parents weren't lawyers. They were scientists. Great, but fucking insane." I slightly noticed the men carrying my bags out, but snapped my attention back. "When you were just three months they were assassinated after inhumane testing on people. They planned for people to develop the characteristics of a mutant, and then have them assist in the testing of the cure. God, I wish I told you sooner. I just didn't know if you were ready, but I guess you'll have to be."

My eyes were wide in shock, as I took it all in. His eyes shifted guiltily and uncomfortably. Honestly, It didn't really bother me like it should have. I was aggravated and very angry at my parents, but what could I do? Kill them again? I sighed and spoke with a half smirk, expertly hiding the shock and discomfort, smothering it under my skin along with all of my other feelings. I could think this over later. Or never.

"Well, that's one way to deal with it."He laughed and pulled me into a bear hug. Then he did something I never thought he would. He placed a little plastic card in my hand. My fake I.D. The fake I.D that was confiscated after the mysterious case of the missing couch

"Honestly, if I were you, I'd need a few drinks myself."