Part One: Rachel

The sun was rising when I woke up from that dream again. It's been haunting me all of my life, I felt the swat roll down the side of my face, but that could have easily been from the heat outside. The free dark blue hair was sticking to my skin. I was in a car, not just any car, the T-car. Victor's baby. But because his girlfriend would have killed him if her human friends had seen this car, it was currently a convertible. We were parked in a parking lot at some store, this was where we crashed last night.

Victor Stone was 'powered down' his baby charging him as he slept, but to anyone looking at him, they wouldn't know he was half robot, his holograph allowed him to look entirely human. With the rising sun and the heat that had to already be at 80° even though it was only 5:30 in the morning, according to the clock I could see out of the corner of my eye. You could see him like you would in daylight. He was bald, so his shiny head was shinning, his dark brown skin was covered with a black tank top and jean pants, over his dark brown eyes were his shades. Around his neck was a silver chain with a ring on it, that kept him looking completely human. If he didn't have that, he would be look half cyborg.

In the passenger seat, next to Victor, was Wallace West. His orange hair was messy and he was curled in a ball on his seat. I tried not to laugh at that. He had on a bright orange T-shirt with a T-rex eating a stick figure on it, and black running shorts covering his peach skin. On his index finger was a silver ring, it was his power nullifier, I had a bracelet that limited my powers while we didn't need them. Wally's power was super speed, like his uncle who was famous as The Flash. Wally tends to go off at super speed without realizing it.

I had my long blue hair held back in a braid, a messy braid that was falling apart. My shirt was a white tank top and I had on black short shorts, my feet were bare but that's only because I kicked off my sandles sometime last night. My skin was gray, it was natural, and my eyes were a dark blue that looked fake compared to other people with blue eyes.

I whipped the sweat of my forehead with a gray hand and sat for a few moments. When I sat up I grabbed my camera case as well as my journal. After, as quietly as I could, jumping out of the car I made my way to the store, it was closed... or abandoned, I couldn't tell. I set my things on the ground and pulled out my professional camera. I got paid to run an online blog about my experiences, and people have been asking me to do one on Fears. The thought sent shivers down my spine, I was offered tipple my normal rate for this specific story, it would be ongoing for a unnone amount of time. And the amount I would be getting paid, will pay off my college lones and a lot more if I continue to go with this carrier.

I didn't exactly run my own blog, I journaled everything and took the Photo's, Victor, who shares 10% of my profit, updates the blog for me, he is a mechanical wonder. I'm not just saying that because he's half robot. Even before his accident he could just about do anything when it came to technology. I let him handle the work that I would never understand, and he enjoyed helping me.

Wally came with us for two reasons. The first was to see me while I try to over come my fear of animals. The Scientific name for it: Zoophobia. He is here for support and to laugh at me. What a great friend. The second reason (other than he wanted to come) is because someone needs to hold my camera while this is going on. Wally may not be a professional like I was, but he could get in some good shots. Wally's speciality lays in the hands of music, (unless you want to count his super power.) He was a musician and because we're friends, we often worked together. He tought me how to play the base guitar, I tought him how proessinaly use a camera. And I couldn't bare the thought of leaving him, he's been my friend longer than Victor's none me.

The three of us worked together and separately. It's how we worked, pulse when your a branch of the Justice League hero's, we work together more often than not.

I pulled the camera up to my eye and aimed it at the car where my friends were sleeping. I took a shot of them and switched it over to video mode, moving it away from my face I hit record, watching it through the small screen. "And this is the start of the longest year of my life." I spoke to the camera, "normally a video blog isn't my thing, and I have no idea how Victor is going to post this, but considering the challenge you've put me on, I find video's to be the best suited." I turned the camera towards me. "Behind me, is some random store we stopped at last night so the boy's could sleep. Victor doesn't trust Wally or myself driving one of his baby's. I rolled my eyes and turned, aiming the camera at the store. "It's nearly six in the morning and I'm wide awake with the creepy run down shop. The sleeping beauty's wont be up for another hour or so, I think I'm going to go inside." With that I pushed open the door and walked into the dark shop.

Even in the shade of the building, I could still feel the outside heat making sweat beed's drip down my skin. The first chance I get, I'm taking a cold shower. The floor creaked as I stepped inside, the eerieness sent a chill down my spine. The shadows of the old shelves made some areas extremely dark as the main of the room was starting to light with the sun. I slowly walked into the room more, getting a better look at everything with both my eyes and camera. Feather trailed down my back and I spun on my heel. "Wallace!" I snapped at him getting the boy to laugh.

"Come on Ray, the camera should've gotten your face when that happened." He slipped the camera out of my hands and pointed it at me. "Rachel Roth, steps into the old creepy Store in the middle of nowhere," he narrated. I rolled my eyes and crossed my arms,

"You're such a kid." I stated flatly. "Why are you up?"

"I heard you jump out of the car, your not as light on your feet as you think Love." He walked around me, keeping the camera fixed on my face.

"Don't call me that." I hissed.

"Why are you up this early?" He asked, ignoring my comment looking around the store.

"Couldn't sleep." I sighed, he looked at me. I could tell what he wanted to ask but a noise made both of us shut up. On the counter next to me, a extremely fluffy cat stood, watching us. I couldn't tell what Wally was doing but I couldn't move. The blood in my body went cold, fear was clearly marked on my face.

"What a cute cat." Wally went over to pet it, his hand brushing through the fir. That only lasted a moment before it jumped onto the ground and brushed itself against my feet.

"Get it away!" I screamed backing into Wally so fast that it knocked us both down. I scrambled to my feet and sprinted out of the room, not stopping until I was safely next to the car. Wally was laughing, I could hear that from here. He walked out of the shop and picked up my journal before putting the camera back on me.

"The girl who's scared of animals. She can jump off a waterfall, skydive, cave-dive, and whatever else the blog holds or doesn't hold, but a cat scares the shit out of her." Victor was up by now, watching as I covered the camera lens and took it away from Wally. I quickly stopped recording and turned the camera off. Wally tossed my journal into the back of the car and went back to grab my camera case.

"You ran into a cat?" Victor asked after I grumply got into the back of the car.

"It touched me." I stated pulling a book out of one of my many bags. "It rubbed up against my leg and I flipped out." I flipped the book open to the bookmarked page and started reading.

"I heard," he chuckled. Wally was back and Victor started up the car. He took no time racing out of the parking lot and down the road towards our new home. "We'll be arriving early today, I heard Bee say she was making pancakes."