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Berserk and Brat: JaneTK143 doesn't own the others or us! THX!

Living Life As Runaways Ch.1

Berserk's POV

I sighed as my eyes fluttered open.

"Can't go to sleep either?" Brat asked.

"Nope. Why are we sleeping here anyway when we have a car downstairs?" I asked sitting up.

"Good point. Lets go." She spoke as we began to pack all of our stuff. I hauled my book bag over my back and stepped out. Little drops of water touched my face. With the press of a button an umbrella popped open. I held it above us as Brat folded up the tent.

Metal clinking was heard as we walked down the stairs. I opened the door but ran into the janitor.

"What were you doing up there?" the bald cranky old man asked with a harsh tone.

"Doing your mom!" I said as I grabbed Brat's hand and ran towards the elevator.

"You had to say something stupid, huh." She whispered as she rolled her eyes.

"Someone had to do it." I smirked.

In the car, my best friend slept peacefully, while I on the other hand was having trouble getting some shut-eye. All that's left to do is think. I remember when my friends and I first got our powers. How much destruction we caused.

Flashback

"Yay tomorrow's our 13 birthday! We're finally going to be teens! Let's stay awake all night!" a girl with purple eyes exclaimed.

"Sure, I'm in, how bout you?" I asked eyeing a certain raven-haired clad.

She nodded. Brat excitedly jumped up.

"Let's play music!" she ran over my speakers and turned on some tunes.

Angel with A Shotgun by. The Cab

(I'm an angel with a shotgun, shotgun, shotgun, Angel with a shotgun, shotgun, shotgun…)

Get out your guns, battles begun,

Are you a saint or a sinner?

If loves a fight, than I shall die,

With my heart on a trigger

We danced around like goofballs laughing at each other. The girl with green eyes tripped over a pillow. I snickered but stopped when a pillow was launched into my face.

They say before you start a war,

You better know what you're fighting for

Well baby you are all that I adore,

If love is what you need, a soldier I will be…

I'm an angel with a shotgun,

Fighting till the wars one,

I don't care if heaven won't take me back.

Next thing you know feathers are floating everywhere, pillows flying across the room, and four snickering 13 year olds. (Yup, I said 13 year olds.)

The laughter stopped when the lights began to flicker and the song stopped. Lighting shot out of Brat's hands and into the wall. Thank god our babysitter was 89 years old and nearly deaf.

"OMG! What the heck just happened" she exclaimed.

"I'm sure there's a reasonable explanation…"

"Are you stupid? Look what happened!" green eyes yelled at me.

"Hey! Don't insult my intelligence!" I snorted as my hands began to glow red. The three of them backed away. I looked at my hands to find them covered in fire. They fire went away and I began to shake.

"Okay! Now I'm scared!" I said.

"Oh I wonder what I can do!" she squeezed her purple eyes shut as wind surrounded her.. She opened her eyes and squealed.

"This is awesome!" she jumped up and down.

Rocks shot through my window. "I have earth!" I turned around. Small pebbles were orbiting around her and all I could see was her raven hair blowing around.

"Maybe we can fly!" she said as she ran like lighting towards the door. I caught up with her but we were already on top of the roof.

"No don't do it!" I shouted to her, but it was too late and I heard a crack on the floor below us. I ran the two flights of stairs and out the door.

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