The day we buried Mistress Lavinia was the worst day of our lives. The woman who had saved us from the man that was, by DNA, our father, had left us. Kat, the smallest and youngest of us, clung to my side, her small heart-shaped face crumpled in misery as she cried, soaking the side of my shirt. Jaden, the second oldest and the rule-breaker, stood like a stone beside me, her short black actually styled for once in a neat side-part, her amber eyes red-rimmed and puffy, her hand gripping mind. To my left stood Violet, her chestnut hair in a braid dowb the front of her black blouse. For once, her eyes were open and a look of mournful acceptance marred her slender face. Her hand was in my free one.
And then there was me, my face blotchy and eyes puffy from crying, my rebellious red curls had been tamed and slicked back into a professional bun. I didn't understand. How could such a strong woman just pass away in her sleep? The doctors said it was old age. I guess it was. Mistress Lavinia was in her 50's when she'd blown up Father's lab, with him inside, as she spirited us away. My sisters and I are around the same age. myself having just turned 23, Jaden being 21, Violet 20 and Kat just barely 19.
We stood at the edge of the grave as they filled it up. Now the Mistress was gone, I'd have to take care of my sisters. We had never been separated before until last August when Id gotten a job and my own place. Mistress Lavinia was against it, worried someone would see my "secret", the secret my sister shared with me. But she had let me go. I hadn't seen her for nearly a year, then I get a call saying she's dead. Heh. Pretty messed up, huh.
As the funeral ended and people dispersed, I motioned my sisters back to my car. I was taking them back to New York City with me, to my house where we would all begin our lives again.

"This is your- our home?" the small blonde girl asked, pressing her nose to the window glass as she looked up at the brick building. Horns and sirens wailed around us as we parked and piled out of the car. Jaden groaned as she stretched her lean body, musing her spiky hair, her pixie-like face turning into a small smile.
"It doesn't look all that bad, Mary," she offerred, helping Violet and myself with the bags. I snorted lightly.
"Thanks, J. It only cost me half my life savings and my soul," I retorted, moving up the steps of the porch to unlock the door. There were people passing down the sidewalk, chattering about everything under the sun when we heard the laughter. No one else heard it but us, thanks to the experiments Father performed on us. We froze, looking at each other before letting our eyes fall to the sewer grate about five feet from the porch. The same grate Kat was standing on. With a squeal, the blonde jumped away from it, panic showing in her gray eyes. My jaw tightened and I quickly motioned them inside.
Once we were inside the two-story apartment, I turned to them.
"Look, I didn't want to tell you guys this so soon but it looks like they decided differently," I said with a sigh, rubbing my green eyes in atttempt to clear my mind abd figure out a way to say what I had too.
"They?!" Jaden asked, her arms crossing over her fitted leather jacket as she stared at me.
"Yeah, J, /they/. There's.../something/ in this city. Four to be exact. I don't know what they are completely but they only come out at night, live in the sewers and apparently have "problems" similar to ours," I admitted, my eyes meeting each of my sisters slowly.
"You mean freaks? Mutants?" Jaden spat at me, stirring my ire. I growled as Kat's face fell, turning red in shame as she tugged at her hair.
"We are NOT freaks, Jaden! How many times do I have to tell you to not say shit like that in front of Kat?!" I started, pushing off the door towards the brunette.
Violet stepped in between us, always the voice of reason.
"Stop it. Both of you. Mary, do you know anything else about these creatures?"
I took a breath and leaned against the door again as the orange and red rays of the setting sun slid into the apartment.
"No, I don't. But I don't want any of you going out at night without your weapons and company. There's a lot of weird shit in this town. Just remember to never be alone, alright?"
They nodded, Jaden doing so reluctantly. With that, we settled into unpacking and letting them pick their rooms, Jaden and Violet sharing one so Kat could have her own.

Outside on the fire escape an orange-masked figure looked inside the windows in awe. The most beautiful creature he'd ever seen was standing on the otherside of the glass. Her white-blonde hair hung down her back in a messy braid, small flowers, like the ones on her yellow sun dress, inter-weaved in the strands. She was tiny and fragile looking, The creature didn't know what to do! He had never been in this situation! His brothers had but this feeling was new to him.
"Mikey! What are ya doin'?! Come on!" A voiced hissed out of the darkness below him. The figured shook himself, took one last look at the fairy-girl on the otherside of the glass and jumped down to join his brothers. He would see her again. He had too.