One month later

Beep… beep… beep… beep… beep

She heard a constant high pitched beeping and she wanted to stop hearing it, she wanted everything to stop.

Her shoulders were stinging like millions of tiny yellow jackets had burned lines into her back.

The pain, the loss, the hole that she felt deep in the pit of her soul. She wanted her mom to come into the room and tell her everything was going to be okay, but she knew that wasn't going to happen.

Her parents had explained death.

She knew that that man had probably killed her parents and siblings then set the house on fire.

She tried to call out for a nurse, but no sound came out of her mouth. She just started violently coughing. She saw little spots of blood on her hand where she had coughed. The beeping got a lot faster.

She couldn't speak.

BANG BANG BANG

"Night get your lazy fucking ass out of bed!"

She goners, today was going to be a terrible day with her "family" or more accurately the people that used her to get money from the government. It had been 10 years since the day that took away her parents, her twin sister and her older brother.

The doctors at the hospital told her that her lungs and vocal cords had been damaged from smoke inhalation or something and it physically hurt her when she tried to talk, so she hadn't spoken a word since.

Ears twitching she hopped out of bed. The adoption center had called her a week ago and told her to come down today to meet with a couple. She was 15 so she didn't expect to get adopted, but the lady had convinced her.

She threw on a pair of skinny jeans, a car show t-shirt and her blue cloak. It was a more like a combined jacket/cloak. Her Dad had taken his High School letterman jacket and buttoned his favorite winter cloak onto his jacket.

Making it where she could take the cloak off of it and it was a normal Letterman jacket with some buttons on the back of the collar, but when she wanted to she would take the cloak and button it on to the jacket. It was awesome.

Brushing her short blue hair out of her eyes she began to think how she was going to get to the adoption center.

In the past, she had considered dying her hair a different color because her natural hair color was neon blue, but then she realized they would still bully her because of her eye color and for her being a mute.

She picked up her scythe, throwing it along with most of her clothes in her backpack. She grabbed her skateboard and jumped out of the window onto the fire escape.

As she climbed down the fire escape she could hear her temporary's screaming at her. She hooked a right and got onto a bus. It took another hour but she finally got to the adoption center.

She entered through the front doors of the building. Waving at the lady at the front desk, she walked over. Night pulled out her scroll and began typing.

After after a minute Night turned her scroll towards the lady so she could read what's on the screen.

It read: hi Patricia, I believe I have an appointment.

Night emphasized the message with a smile. They had meant enough times for Night to know her name.

Patricia smiled back and then pointed down the hallway."It's the third door on your right, good luck"

Night smiled again, nodding her head and started walking down the hallway. She wasn't people person.

Walking through the door the first person she saw was a silver eyed, black haired women with red highlights. She was fairly muscular, wearing a white cloak. Much like the one she was wearing.

The man that accompany the woman had very bright blonde hair and lilac eyes like he was out of a muscle building commercial, being well…. A tank basically.

Taiyang and Summer were caught off guard as they looked at Night's eyes. They were just so blue. The right one was a deep royal blue and the left one was a shade of icy blue, which was completely weird because her hair was neon blue. It was like someone genetically modified her to be Monochromatic, plus the fur on her tail and wolf ears were blue, so you know it's natural.

If any random person looked at Night. Most people would just assume she was a mysterious, freckled teenager that didn't respect the rules, but Summer could see the hurt behind the expression on her face. Yang could probably make her smile, she's good at that.

"So, your Nighthawk?" Summer asked Night could hear by the tone of her voice she actually cared. She responded with a shake of her head.

Summer had read her file and had heard about what happened to her on the news. She had no family left after the fire. The media had closely followed her recovery. Then they stopped covering her and the heir to the throne of the Castaway metal company had gone off the face of the earth. What Night probably didn't know was that Summer previously knew her father. She had been trying to find her because father asked if she could look after her.

Blake walked in. She had long black hair with purple tips, it almost looked natural. Her eyes were a beautiful amber color and they moved with cold calculated precision scanning every inch of the room.

"Night?" said girl turn around at the familiar voice.

What the heck she thought as Summer continue to ask questions about her past, the only answer she could give would be in sign language and summer didn't know sign language she could tell, that might have been why they were also adopting Blake.

"Do either of you have a history of drug or alcohol use?" asked Summer.

"No," Blake said as Night shook her head side to side.

"Any piercings or tattoos I should know about?" Summer asked. It didn't really matter, but she felt like she should know.

"I have two cartilage piercings in my ear and size 8 gauges. Night has 2 industrials and size 4 gauges in her ears. I have broken chain tattoos on my ankles and I think she has a full back piece and a half sleeve on each arm" Blake said without hesitation.

"Whoa, you have more tattoos than me," Taeyang said looking at Night.

Night simply shrugged.

"Honey, Yang has more tattoos than you"