I must become a lion hearted girl
Ready for a fight
Before I make the final sacrifice
This is a gift it comes with a price
Who is the lamb and who is the knife
And Midas is king and he holds me so tight
And turns me to gold in the sunlight

I looked up at John and flipped over onto my back. He was upset, and I could understand that, It was hard to be constantly erased.
"Sarah and that fucking camera" I chuckled, trying to get that smile back. He lay down next to me with a guffaw, elbowing me in the side, and showing off his whiter than white teeth.

I was training, hard. My chest heaved painfully as I ran after Adam, dodging through the trees, the fallen leaves and branches crunching under my feet. The sun wasn't even fully up and I figured it was around six now. I still needed to get home, shower, get ready, finish that assignment for calc…
"Can we please take a brake now?" I plead as I pushed myself to catch up to him til' I we ran side by side he didn't look at me, just picked up the pace.
"Come on Quinn! We've only ran three miles! Once we hit four we'll go home" He promised and my stomach cramped at the thought of a whole other mile to go. I hated running, it was useless and tiring. But Adam said that it was necessary, that I had to build up my stamina so I dealt with it and sucked up the pain, biting my lips together and taking long strides after my guardian.
By the time we got home it was already 6:30 and I was exhausted, that run had kicked my ass more than usual. I dragged myself up the stairs to my bath room and turned on the shower, making it as hot as it could go. I peeled off the sports bra and shorts that I had trained; they clung to my sweaty body and yanked the hair tie from my wet, brown locks. My lungs still burnt like I was sprinting. I stepped under the shower head and the hot water ran over my tense shoulders, down my spine, the back of my legs. I sighed and leaned against the wall, enjoying the quiet relaxing time. I didn't get much, and in those brief minutes that I spent in the shower I had a moment to breathe, without being worried about Mog's or thinking about John and the other numbers…but that only lasted a moment.

It wasn't my day, I was late to biology and had to make an entrance while everyone was already seated and working. I gave Mrs. Charles an apologetic grimace as I entered.
"Go take your seat Ms. Price" She said, ushering me to a table in the middle of the class. I walked with my head down and was slightly shocked as I as I saw who my table mate was.
"Why hello partner" I told John as I took a seat next to him, holding in a hiss. My legs muscles were so sore that it hurt to sit. He seemed to sense my pain and he looked a little worried.
"You okay?" He asked quietly and I nodded, waving it off. A little soreness was nothing to worry about.
"I'm fine, just a little sore from training" I explained, opening my text book, looking at the page number he was on, and flipping through the book, trying to find page 290.
"You train?" He sounded slightly shocked and I looked over at him with my eyebrows raised. Henri wasn't training him? Adam had been training me since I was twelve.
"You don't?" I questioned and he shook his head, looking a little upset. I just shrugged and gave a smile.
"Well to each they're own" I said, digging around in my bag, looking for the note book labeled biology. We ended up only watching a video, which I was glad for. I laid my head in my folded arms and rested my eyes. About half way through the movie John grabbed my forearm, and his hand was burning hot.
"Quinn" He whispered frantically and my head jolted up. In the dim light of the movie I could see that he was sweating massively and he looked terrified.
"What's going on? What's wrong?" I asked him as I put my palm to his forehead, he was burning up.
"Hey champ" We heard from behind us and I turned to see Mark. I glared at him and pulled myself closer to John.
"Not now Mark" my tone was harsh and cold and he looked offended. I had only spoken about two words to the douche of the school…and none of them had been nice. John looked at me with a grateful expression.
"I don't think I was talking to you-" He started but the teacher snapped for everyone to stop chit chatting.
"Well I'm talking to you. Go away" I glared him down, trying to keep calm and get a hold on the situation as John's hands begin to glow a bright white, he clenched them into fists. My stomach dropped and I gave him a look. He needed to get out of here, now. He shot out of his chair and ran out of the class room so fast that it took me a moment to catch up to him.
"!" the teacher yelled at me, raising out of her seat as I stumbled on a chair, almost falling down.
"I'm gonna go check on him" I called behind my shoulder as I ran out of the class, the slippery soles of the flats I was wearing made me skit across the linoleum floor as I rounded the corner and followed him into the dark closet. John's hands were giving out a bright light and he had them stuck into the janitors mop bucket, trying to dim the fire. He was hysterical, looking like he was going to rip his own hands off if the fire wasn't put out. I dropped to my knees beside him and grabbed his shoulders.
"John calm down, your okay" I tried to calm him but he pulled away from me.
"My hands are burning" He cried, and I grabbed his face in my hands. Jesus, his cheeks were sizzling. I made him stop struggling and look me in the eye.
"Breathe John, breathe. Your hands are not on fire, they're your legacies. Your powers and you can control them you just need to calm yourself down" I spoke in a clear, fluent voice. How could I expect him to be calm, if I wasn't calm myself? He grabbed my hands and held them closer to his face and closed his eye. The light wasn't hot on my skin. Just warm, it felt slightly good…like a drink of cold water on a hot summer day. He blacked out, falling limp in my arms and I laid him on the floor and went to the closet door, clicking it shut. I took out my blackberry and scrolled through the contact list.
"Henri it's Quinn, John got his legacy. Come quick" I then hung up and slumped down the wall, bringing my knees up so that my head could rest on them, Today had been a horrible day.

I went home and Adam took mercy on my soul…well really on my body and let me skip afternoon training and head up to sleep. As soon as my head hit the pillow, I was out like a light. I woke up at about nine and saw that I had six unread messages. One was from Adam: Hey went to the store. Didn't want to wake you. Be home soon. That was sent at about seven and he was probably long home. Three were from Sarah. The first read 'Ran into John at the camera shop, he's coming over 4 dinner. Want to come? The second said 'Earth to Quinn, Dinner?' and the last, which I had just received thirty minutes before I woke up 'Are you alive?' I laughed at her last text and replied with a 'I am now'. The last two were from John, one thanking me for earlier today, and the other saying that Sarah told him to tell me that I needed to get my ass to her house. Just as I was replying to him, I say his name flashing on the screen and my phone vibrating.
"Hey" I answered, my voice sounded groggy and unused.
"Uhh, did I wake you up? Sorry" His voice sounded deeper over the phone. I shook my head at his sorry, he sounded so unsure of himself.
"No, your fine" I said as I climbed out of bed and went to my dresser, looking through my clothes for pajamas.
"Oh okay. Why didn't you come to Sarah's?" He asked as I balanced my phone between my ear and my shoulder, pulling off the tight black leggings and slipping on a pair of blue sweats.
"I came home and crashed. How was dinner at the Hart's?" I asked, putting the phone on speaker as I changed into a new shirt.
"It was good. They're nice. I wanted to thank you for earlier today" He said sounding grateful..but more like he was apologizing. There was no need for that.
"No problem…I know what it's like. Your first legacy is hell" I recalled the traumatic experience with a grimace as I pulled a brush through my hair.
"What's your legacy?" He asked. I looked for a word in my mind, but I couldn't think of one.
"I can blow things up with my mind" I said and the he let out an impressed whistle.
"Wow, that's way cooler then lights coming out of your hands" He said, almost enviously and I remembered what it had felt like when he had touched me with those lights…the refreshing feeling that had surged through my veins.
"Don't knock your lights, I think there's something more to them" I said as I grabbed the phone then sat back down. He asked what did I mean and once again I didn't know how to explain what I needed to say. I wish he could read my mind; that would make things a lot easier.
"When your hands touched mine with the light…it was like I don't know, A weirdo power boost" I explained the best I could.
"Huh, that's odd. I would have thought it would burn you" He said and I shrugged, even though he couldn't see.
"I don't know, legacies are complicated. But I'll see you tomorrow at school, I'm still exhausted" I said, laying down, my eye lids feeling heavy again.
"See you then. Night Quinn…" He sounded like he wanted to say something mire, but I was too tired to get it out of him. One thing I had learnt about John in the short period of knowing him is that he held himself back a little, didn't completely say what he wanted to. I'd have to fix that.
"Night John"

So I don't want Five turning into a Mary Sue. Yes she trains, but she's not invincible. It really kicks her ass. She wears make up and dresses nicely to blend in with the crowd. She's comfortable with Sarah because I think that Sarah is very easy going, just like Five and they just click. Her power, to blow things up with her mind might seem amazing and epic, but just think how hard it would be to constantly have your thoughts and emotions on check so that you didn't kill anyone. She's deeper then you think(: Leave me some reviews, I love you guys!