This story takes place 20 years after fugitives, the world still hunts heroes and most of the heroes have children. This is their story as they struggle to survive now that the world is a much darker place and their powers are forbidden.

Some characters are no longer in the story to prevent repeat of powers and the next generation will have different powers or variations of their parents

(for example of a power that I wont use but would be similar, the haiten can suppress powers but if he had a child they might just be simply immune to powers, but I wont use that example in my story now ive told you)

This is just a small introduction, other chapters will be longer I just want people to get some idea of what the story will be like.

Please review the first chapter and let me know what you think so far……

Caitlin woke to the sound of birds singing quietly through the sun baked plains of the farm, it was another beautiful day in the country. She stretched her arms and opened her eyes, looking sleepily around her bedroom, a slight grin emerging from her lips. It was her eighteenth birthday today her dad said he had a special present for her, a present that her grandmother was bringing over from her farm. She had always wondered why her grandmother lived so close, but it didn't matter today.

She jumped up, her long dark hair flailing as she ran to her bedroom window at the sound of voices from the front door. Her grandmother couldn't be here already.

He heart sank as she saw the postman from town walking towards his van, Caitlin sat on her window ledge and looked out across the corn fields.

It was pretty isolated here out this far, but dad said that's just the way he liked it. It was……safer as he put it. She didn't mind, she never got board of the country. They had everything they needed here, even if her dad was a little overprotective, he didn't even like her going to town to school and was very picky about what friends she had.

When she had first brought a guy home a year ago, her dad had taken one long hard stare at him (without saying a word) then the boy left without a word and never came back. Later the guy told her he wasn't interested, she never understood what happened that day.

"Honey," her father's voice said through her door.

"Im up dad," she said, unlocking her door.

As she opened her door, the figure of her father pushed through carrying a tray of breakfast and a number of envelopes with her name on them.

Her father was aging well, forty something and not a speck of grey. His hair was slightly long now and no matter how often she told him it made him look stupid, he just laughed it off.

"I wonder what my special birthday present is," Caitlin said, hoping he would tell her now.

"You will have to wait," her dad said with a smile.

Caitlin began opening her cards as her dad left her to get dressed, the first two were from her friends at school and the third from their neighbours, if they could be called neighbours a mile down the road. But her dad was good friends with them so she couldn't complain when they gave her twenty dollars in a birthday card; she smiled brightly shoving the twenty doller bill in her bed drawers.

As she got dressed, she heard a car pull up on the drive and guessed her grandmother was here. Caitlin bounded down the stairs to see her grandmother stumbling into the doorway with her walking stick, she smiled brightly and grabbed her granddaughter and hugged her hard

Its so good to see you," her grandmother said," I have a surprise for you,"

"Where?" Caitlin she asked, looking around for one.

"Outside," her dad said, brushing back his hair and opening the door," close your eyes,"

Her dad covered her eyes, and they stepped out onto the wooden deck.

'Come on,' Caitlin thought.

"Almost there," her dad said," be patient,"

"What?" Caitlin said, she must have been thinking aloud.

Suddenly bright light hit her eyes as her father's hands were removed and she stood facing a bright red car, polished and shined to perfection. Caitlin stood flabbergausted, surprise, excitement and a little fear running through her.

"You like it then?" her dad asked.

"Yeah!" Caitlin replied, grabbing her dad with a great bear hug.

'Im not to sure on the red though,' she thought.

"If you don't like the colour," her dad said," we can always spray it,"

"Its fine really," Caitlin said,

'Reds not to bad I guess, it could be worse, he could have got me a green one,' she thought.

Her dad stared at her for a second.

"Im just happy you like it," he said.

"Its just the car I wanted," Caitlin said," I-,"

She cut off as her stomach lurched and she fell to the ground.

"Are you alright?" her dad asked, picking her up.

"Yeah," she said, her head spinning," I just felt weird for a second,"

A gloom decended over them and they both looked up to see a spectacular sight above them, the sun was starting to get covered by something, it took a moment to realise it was the beginning of an eclipse.

"Not again," her dad muttered.

"Its an eclipse," Caitlin said," how strange, on my birthday as well,"

"Here," her dad said, handing her the keys to the red car," I need to talk to your grandmother, can you drive around for a bit?"

"Hell yeah, thanks dad!" Caitlin cried jumping in and strating the car.

Her dad watched as she began driving around the open space around their house and then he sighed, turning her entered the house to find his mother sitting at the kitchen table, a cold bear waiting for him.

"Its happening again mum," he said, sitting next to her.

Her eyes were closed and her eyelids were twitching, he went to touch her arm and she snapped out of it and sipped her coffee like nothing had happned.

"I know," she said," I saw it, there's a storm coming "

"We cant hide anymore can we?" Caitlin's dad asked.

"No we cant," she said.

"What are we going to do?" Caitlin's father asked.

"Nothing yet," she said," we cant do anything, enjoy Caitlin's birthday and we will talk tomorrow,"

He stood up and looked out the window at his daughter, he thought they would be safe out here, but if his mother said they wouldn't be able to hide from what was coming, he would have to prepare.

"Oh and Peter," she called," be careful,"