Chapter Two is here! The character division/colors are:

Petra: Blue and Green

Daria: Black and Blue

Liz: Brown and Gold

Petra ~ 20 ~ Blue and Green

Five years. Five years where I've been an only child. My brother, Logan, has been gone for five years. Not gone as in dead, but gone as in not here. He's been in America (I think), developing his "powers". To be honest, I've always been jealous of Logan's power to move metals. I've tried to let go of it, but it's still there.

I'm in college now, in America. I've got friends: Liz Coulson, Eve Martin, Mickil Jones, Isabelle Hart, Bruce Banner. We're the weirdos here. Liz is an artist-philosopher who has an insane personality, Eve is a super shy hopeful psychologist, Micky's a musician who "dabbles" in rocket science, and Isa's had so many majors in six months it's not even funny, though dancing's her passion. Bruce... Well, Bruce is actually normal, he's a scientist, but he's pretty freakin' awesome and can handle our insanity, so we keep 'im around. Me, I'm an English major, but my minors are so diverse, it scares some people.

I've tried contacting my brother, but I don't even know what this organisation he's with is called. So I just go about my life with my friends, hoping I'll amount to something.

Black and Blue

I sit alone in my room, earbuds in, eyes closed. Demon Hunter pounds through my head, and I move my lips in sync with the lyrics. Normally this time of day, I'd be talking with Logan, but he's been gone on an assignment for two weeks.

The first few weeks Logan was here were tense. I didn't quite know how to act around him, never having had someone my own age around. Actually, it was he who approached me...

I leaned closer to the peephole, eager to hear what the agents were saying. I have many hiding places, eavesdropping spots, throughout the base, and this one, in the walls next to the large conference room, was one of my favorites. At the moment, two high-up agents were discussing Logan and his "power". At the time, I had no idea what his power was.

Suddenly, a hand touched my shoulder, and a silky British voice whispered in my ear, "Why is such a pretty girl hiding in the walls?" My blood ran cold, and I slowly turned to see Mr. Silver Eyes himself beside me.

I pushed his hand off my shoulder. "I'm not hiding" I whispered testily, "I'm eavesdropping. There's a difference." I turned back to the peephole. "And you're distracting me."

"Oh, am I?" Logan said, chuckling. "What on earth could they be talking about that so interests you?"

Without thinking, I said, "You." As soon as the word was out of my mouth, my eyes grew wide. Crap.

Silver Eyes laughed softly, a low, mocking sound that sent tingles up my spine. "Why don't you just ask me?" he wondered, "I'm right here."

I glared at him, my eyes narrowed to bright blue slits. "We can't talk here." I snapped in a whisper. "They'll hear us."

He shrugged. "All right. We can go somewhere else." He stood and offered me a hand. "Come on." Reluctantly, I took it.

Since then, Logan and I have become quite close. He told me about his family, mainly his younger sister, Petra. He told me of his power, the ability to control certain metals. He showed me, taking a steel door and forming it into a ten-foot ball of silver metal without even touching it. I gave him the nickname Metallica, after the band, which he loves, and his power, and it's actually stuck.

To be honest, I'm rather surprised Fury lets us spend time together. He's usually so uptight about who I talk to. With Logan around, life has been fun. We make fun of the agents behind their backs and prank them ever way we can.

But the childish fun has toned down a bit. Logan has been a full-fledged SHIELD agent for nearly two years now, and he's often gone, leaving me alone.

As I was before.

So I lie here on my bed, Ipod on, my thoughts gone to places unknown as the violins play a melody of despair in my head.

Blue and Green

"Isa! Watch where you aim!" I shriek, turning away from the jet of water aimed right at my face. Isa, a tall, skinny African American girl, laughs maniacally and runs away before I can get her back.

It's Saturday night, and instead of going to some wild party, my friends and I are having a water gun fight in the park near the apartment where Liz, Isa, and I live. We've divided into two teams: me, Bruce, and Eve on team and Isa, Liz, and Mickey on the other. And let me tell you, these water gun fights are intense.

I duck behind an oak tree, holding my plastic water gun to my chest, ready to fire. Footsteps crunch on the fallen leaves on the other side of my tree. I grin wickedly and prepare to shoot. "Ha!" I yell, jumping out from behind the tree.

"Don't shoot!" Bruce says, holding up his hands, "I'm on your side!"

Grinning, I lower my gun. Bruce is soaked from head to toe, his brown hair plastered to his forehead, his clothes dripping wet. Even his glasses are spattered with water. I laugh. "What 'appened to you?"

"Liz and Mickey, that's what happened." he says with a smile. "They ganged up on me, backed me up against a wall, and shot till they were out of water."

I laugh. "Maybe we should get them back."

Bruce backs away, raising his hands in a "stop" motion. "Woah, no!" he exclaims, "I know that look."

"Oh, come on!" I say, pouting. "Please."

He rolls his eyes. "Fine, fine."

Five minutes later, we're stocked up on water and are sneaking through the park, eyes peeled for any glimpse of Liz and Mickey. In the distance, I hear Eve's high-pitched squeal, and then see her running through the woods, followed closely by Isa. I smile, and then Bruce grabs my arm. "Look," he whispers, nodding his head at the clearing just in front of us. Holding my breath, I grin widely. Liz and Mickey are leaning against a tree, chatting. We've got them.

Bruce and I creep quietly through the woods towards them, silent as the night. We take up positions on either side of the tree, waiting for the moment.

Liz ~ Brown and Gold

MIckey and I sit by a tree, enjoying the break from the water gun war. Mickey and I have gotten closer in the last few months. I find it odd to realize that I'm actually sort of attracted to him. But hey, what can I say?

I blink and smile. "Nice...uh, nice night." I stammer, gesturing vaguely around me.

Mickey nods, looking directly into my eyes. "Yeah. Good night for a water gun fight." he says softly, leaning loser. My eyes widen. I go into panic mode. He keeps on coming closer, and I decide to just go with it. I lean in, close my eyes...

And we are blasted with water. "Augh!" I yell, jumping to my feet. I look up to see Petra and Bruce standing over us, spraying us non-stop. "Payback!" Bruce calls.

Mickey hauls me to my feet. "Run!" he yells in my ear. I grab my water gun and take off running, already drenched to the bone.

Behind us, I hear Petra and Bruce laughing hysterically.

Blue and Green

"High-five!" I laugh, raising my palm. Grinning, Bruce indulges me with a slap to my hand.

"That was fun." he admits, and I laugh louder. "Yeah," I agree, "it was."

I know this chapter wasn't very good, but I hope it's a fun read! I'll start typing the next chapter as soon as I get this up. Please let me know what you think!