In their eyes, they were all normal, to a certain extent. Sure, they were smarter than most of their classmates and were considered odd, but they were accepted by their peers and were thought of as just another happy face(s). All except Dove Lewis. Dove was far more different than anyone she had ever met, including her twin brother. She kept to herself and didn't like to socialize. She liked the solitude her room provided. But all of this, what made her who she was, caused some horrible things to be said and done to her. The other girls in her grade bullied her, taunting her with their harsh and brash words. It became more than even she could handle. To alleviate the pain those rude girls caused her to feel all the way to her very core, Dove took to changing her outward appearance in hopes to make her demons leave her alone. She died her hair jet black, a single streak of purple on her newly cut bangs being the only color left on her person. Her once sparkling eyes even seemed to become such a dull blue that they almost seemed gray. To show that she was tough, she wanted to have a fang, but not a vampire fang, so she put one on one of her bottom canines. Dove thought this would make her suffering cease, but it only fueled the fire even more. Her life became a miserable Hell on Earth. She satisfied her bullies when she started cutting her wrists.
"EMO." "WEIRDO." "PATHETIC." "LOSER." "LONER." "WEAK."
She was called such hurtful things in front of everyone she knew. For some reason, her brother always seemed to have been pulled away so he wouldn't be able to protect her. Her tears flowed freely from her eyes as she cared no longer about how others around her perceived her to be. She just wanted this to stop. The girls' actions steadily became more and more violent until she was left in a ball, bones broken and blood beginning to pool on the cold tiled floor beneath her. It was after this that the call came. The government was looking for intelligent, strong young teens and young adults for a special training of some sort. For whatever reason they had, the feds didn't tell them anything else. But it was all Dove needed. A chance to escape. And that she did. Her brother insisted on coming with her to ensure her safety, but she really only let him come with her so that she could be less scared. Whenever he was around, she felt an inexplicable sense of strength. It vexed her, but she did her best to focus on the task at hand. When the twins arrived at the building the flyer told them to come to, they met only two other people who answer the call, a boy and a girl. Both of the teens had slight southern accents and seemed to have the same higher-than-normal cheekbones and slightly-smaller-than-usual round heads. The only big difference between them was their heights; the girl seemed to be the same age as him, but was very much taller than him. Were they related? No. They talked like they were good friends, but there also seemed to be a deeper connection between the two that even they had yet to realize.