Hi, it might help to point out that this story was previously called Family and was started a year and a half ago. I kinda wrote the first chpt on a whim and although I've had the story in my head all this time last year I just couldn't find the time to sit down and write. I also didn't like the original name so thought it would be better to start the story again I'm in year 12 now so its going to be even harder to find time, but I'll make more of an effort since I'm also writing for the FMA fandom. This is more of a prolong and it may take a few chpts before we get to the heroes, but plz bare with me until then. Enough of me, hope you enjoy reading this!

_XSARINAX_

I slouched against the door, arms crossed over my chest. In the other room mum dug around for something muttering to her self. I glanced up at the calendar and felt my throat go dry. December 31st, the day I hated most in the year. The rumbling from the other room stopped, signalling that mum had found what she was looking for. She walked out of the room slowly, tears filling her deep blues eyes as she clutched what looked like a photo frame to her chest. I had a sinking feeling I knew what the photo was but I asked anyway.

"Who's photo mum?" I asked trying to sound up beat. Mum looked up at me as sighed.

"You know Sarina, you see it every year." I met her sad gaze and nodded. I hated to see her like this; it happened every New Years Eve.

"Mum why don't you just forget about him. He doesn't deserve you!" I cried. Mum shook her head and mumbled something under her breath.

"Don't talk like that Sarina, he may have mistreated me, but he is still your father. Come and look at his picture." Hissing under my breath, I walked over and took the picture from her. Turning it over I met the eyes of the man I hated. His features were sharp and a cruel smile pulled at his lips. His hair was as black as an under world night with a few streaks of grey at the front and through his beard. Everything about his made me want to throw up but by far the worst thing on that horrible face were his eyes. They stared back at you cold, calculating and brimming with hate. And to think I actually shared blood with this creature! I looked up and caught my reflection in the mirror. I hated my body, hated the fact that any part of my body looked like the monster in the photo.

Next to his photo was a family shot, minus my father. My siblings were all older than me, waaaaaayyyyyyy older and most had kids and grand kids. I looked at the image of my brothers, each had different coloured hair. I skimmed over the image of the two older brothers to the image of the youngest. His hair was golden colour like that of his sister to his left. He was buff and really tall. Each of my siblings looked beautiful and powerful here, like they ruled the world (which they did!) However this photo was really old and I knew none of them looked like this any more. They would be old and have dodgy backs if they could feel pain. Really they should be nothing but dust in the ground. My eyes met my brother with the blond hair and my stomach lurched. Why did he have to get the soft blonde hair like my mother, while I was stuck with the jet black hair of my father? Why did each of my siblings get to have blue, green or brown eyes while I was stuck with a hideous mixture of my mother's and my father's eyes?

I looked a way and shoved the pictures back over to mum. She took them and began to sob again.

"Mum he deserves to be in prison! Don't cry for him!" I shouted. Mum looked up at me through her tears and frowned.

"But his not in prison any more, he escaped exactly one year ago today," she whispered.

"And what have my siblings done to put him back in there huh? Nothing! They don't even know I exist!" I cried not so much at her but at the universe.

"I wish they knew I existed so I could go and strike that leech you call my father down myself!"

"Sarina?" Mum murmured her face becoming creased with worry.

"Mum I'm sixteen, you can't protect me forever. Dad doesn't know about me and he has a right to know. He has I right to know how much he screwed up our lives, my life." I declared grasping the side of the chair tightly. I could feel my nails biting into the soft flesh of my palm and the blood trickling out but I didn't care.

"But Sarina your different! Your siblings can't get hurt but you can," she pleaded. I let out a sharp breath and began to march up to my room.

"I'm going to pack, where are my siblings living now?" I demanded. Mum recoiled, her eyes wide and frightened. I hated hurting her like this but I had to do this.

"Mum I'm sorry but I have to do this, my siblings may be trying to handle it but they are going to need my help," I said softening my tone. Mum nodded slightly and walked over to the side of the room to seize a duffle bag.

"They're in New Olympia sweetie, please be careful and give them my love," she whispered. I nodded and raced down the stairs to engulf her in a hug. Her body was warm and familiar and I drank in as much of her warm scent as I could.

"I'll be careful mum; I won't let them know I'm there until I am prepared to fight. There is a school there so I'll go under cover until the time is right."

Mum wiped her tears away on the sleeve of her sweater dress and blew a few strand of blonde hair out of her eyes.

"Okay honey but be careful and remember I love you." I pressed my forehead against her shoulder then pulled away.

"I know, don't worry I will average both of us!" with a final nod, mum pulled away and let me run up to my room to pack. As I ran my heart pounded at a million miles an hour. I had never been apart from mum for more than I few days, and I had no idea how long it would take to get my revenge. For the first time this morning my stomach fluttered and I felt nervous. What would New Olympia be like? What would school be like considering I had never been in my life? I had heard about home work and something called hockey but what the heck were they? Inhaling sharply I finished packing and slumped the bag over my shoulder. Grabbing a pencil of my desk I walked over to a blank section of wall. Grasping the pencil tightly I knelt down and pressed the tip to the wall. I moved around in a circle, drawing a decent size arch way on the white plaster. As I finished the last line I closed my eyes and focused. Murmuring something in ancient Greek, I stepped back as watched as the simple line cracked and erupted into a brilliant blue porthole. Squaring my shoulders, I stepped forward and let the porthole consume me. Next stop New Olympia!

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