Chapter 1: Double the Chaos
Anomia POV
Hi my name is Summer and I'm Winter Red. We're pretty normal and nothing ever happens here. Now you're probably wondering why our names are opposite from each other. Ok, first of all, our real names are Anomie and Anomia Youol. We grew up in a terrible foster care where we were sent to live with different families. We both hated it because we were abused and teased from the way we looked.
My sister and I love to wear dark blues, blacks, and reds for clothes. Anomie has Blonde hair while I(Anomia) have black. WE both have brownish black iris. We're made fun of because our clothes sometimes don't match out eyes or that we look really weird. We've gotten in a lot of fights and usually it's the other kid who started the fight to end up in the hospital, but it's us who gets in trouble because everyone always takes the injury kid's side.
This our 12th home we've been in. In order for us to protect ourselves from abuse we were able to learn types of fighting tactics and styles to defend ourselves, but we're not allowed because then the abuse becomes worse. The first time when we block our foster father's attacks,was when we were 14, since he was drunk he pulled out a lighter and a knife. He was able to tie us up and stab us several time. It was in our, our left arms, both are legs, and then a huge gash in our heads. After he finished stabbing us he took a lighter and set us on fire. We were already screaming from the cut but the fire was too much and we fell unconscious. When we woke up we learned that when he set us on fire our foster mother found us screaming in the basement and called an ambulance. She was able to put the fire out. Our foster father was put in jail for attempted murder, neglect, and abuse.
This happened 1 year and two months ago. She was the nicest foster mother anyone could ask for. After what happened she said she couldn't keep us because he would be coming back for us. She was afraid for our lives. After that we were sent back to the agency. They abused us there because they said we were troublemakers. We been to 10 homes after that in a total of 1 year and two months. Our nice foster mom was our 2nd foster home. Nobody else was that nice. We learned to let them beat us and not to feel a thing. My sister and I became independent and we became each other's friends. We relied on no one and no one cared for us.
Tonight we decided to leave to leave. We know we're taking a huge risk but me and my sister don't want to live like this anymore. Since we were forced to get jobs when we were 11 years old we've been saving the money we were able to save without our foster families knowing. I hope we don't get caught. We have a total of $600. We packed what little clothes we had and other essentials. When our foster family fell a sleep we were able to unlock the basement we were put in and locked it back before we left. It's 10:oo pm. Both of our parents are sleeping with our brother. Quickly we open and close the back door. My sister uses her power to lock the door back. We jump the fence and run. Good thing we brought our umbrellas because it started raining. We're able to get on the bus. They think we're 20 since I put an ageing cover over us. They won't let kids get on the bus by yourself if your 15 and under which we were. We turn 16 in 5 months which is on December 10. Once we get on the bus heads to New York somewhere near Salem center where the institute for mutants are. We've also know that we we're mutants ever since our parents died. Because our real parents sacrifice their lives for us because we were able to teleport in our house when we were 5. People came after us when we were 13 to use us as weapons. Our parents died saving us. The rest is history, that's why we're heading to the institute. Our powers are getting harder to control and their growing bigger. We have to learn control.
Once the bus drops us off near another bus stop. Instead of taking another bus we go to a café since it's already 7:oo in the morning. The bus ride was 8 hours. Once we finish eating we start walking again. I had shrunk our bags so it doesn't look suspicious and taken the ageing spell off. I'm glad we're out of those foster homes. Now, how to get into the mansion.
