I frowned when I looked up at the building in front of me. The city surrounding me was dark and quiet. The perfect setting for what I was, no had, to do.

The glass in front of me showed my reflection perfectly, long red-hair in a braid, a mask that covered my face from my mouth up, and a dark suit. Something I was forced to wear for our well being. And it was for our well being so I had to do it.

I pressed my uncovered palm against the glass and began moving upward. I forced myself to think of Lyle and Jo. They needed me and I would not let them down.

When I was at the top of the third story I melted through the wall. Oh did I forget to mention that I'm not normal? Sorry about that. At any rate I'm a superhuman soldier and I work for the government. Well I'm supposed to work for them, but more on that later.

The room was silent. Perfect I thought moving quietly nonetheless. I sniffed the air and detecting nothing continued moving forward. I moved toward the kitchen first.

Now I know what you're thinking: "It's wrong to steal." And more, but I checked this guy out. He's 35 divorced and a jerk. He is a con-artist. Plain and simple. In fact I'm doing people a service maybe this will convince him to be nicer… Okay maybe not, but this is helping two little kids who haven't eaten in three days. Chose: Leaving a con-artist way too much food or feeding two young kids who have none. I thought so.

I grabbed some bread, soup, peanut butter, chips, and basically things that were easy on the run. Now medical supplies, I headed to the bathroom. There was plenty of band aids and bottles of headache medicine.

"Need help" Someone asked. I froze. Run, The impulse to sink through the wall was strong, but then I wouldn't have the food or medicine anymore.

I turned around slowly. In front of me was a boy my age in sweatpants. He had disheveled bronze-hair and dark, deep blue eyes. They were beautiful. "Help," I questioned prepared to run at the slightest show of him calling for help.

"Well sure, I mean normally I wouldn't help robbers, but there are a couple reasons I will. You are really cute, you probably need it, and my dad is a jerk." He said casually, he took a step toward me. I leaped back. "Hey, I won't hurt you. Calm down." He took another step forward and froze. I know what he saw a scar at the bottom of my cheek that lead to my heart, eyes with pupils close to a cat's, and skin that was too pale. "Are you okay?"

I ran dropping the stuff I was carrying and flying through the living room and through the wall.

A/N: I figured this was kind of like this series, but I might be wrong. Comments are appreciated.