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Harry stepped out back of the orphanage. He was tired, seriously tired. Times like this made him wish he had some cigarettes. He didn't smoke, but he had heard they could calm you down and right now he needed to be calmed down.

He took deep breaths and slid down the wall. Every time he tried to get over it seemed like something happened that pulled him back down even harder and deeper. He could feel the tears building up behind his eyes, and for once he let them fall. He hadn't cried since that faithful night when he had killed his uncle, and even then he hadn't let the tears fall.

He didn't know how long he stayed there crying, but it must have been a long time, because he was startled when someone touched his shoulder. He twisted around in shock, his features frozen in fear. All he saw was two boys holding a soccer ball staring at him with undisguised fascination.

The first boy looked only a year or two older then him. He had black hair with a white patch in the middle, hazel brown eyes that continuously flashed earth green every few seconds. He scruntized Harry with a critical eye as if trying to decide if he was a threat.

The second boy looked to be Harry's own age, but was undeniably taller than him. His hair was longer and raven black, falling to just below his back. His features were soft and prominent, while his eyes were a dark purple, bordering on black.

The second boy was the most beautiful boy Harry had ever seen in all his eight years of life. There was something about him that drew Harry in, and made him feel safe and welcome, but at the same time something inside of him rejected the very thought of the boy, and was repulsed by him.

Looking into his eyes Harry saw a spark of curiosity, hunger (for what Harry didn't know), and an emotion Harry didn't recognize, but figured it was for the best that he didn't. Most likely it wasn't a very nice emotion that the boy was directing towards him. Both of the boys practically screamed rich with their clothes, jewelry, good looks, and well fed bodies, which made Harry all the more wary.

"Can I help you," Harry asked cautiously, which in his universal language meant, "Fuck off!"

"Hi I'm Lucian, and this is my younger brother Harlin, pleasure to meet you, we were wondering if you'd like to play with our soccer ball?" The older boy now named as Lucian asked. The younger boy named Harlin continued to stare at Harry with that weird glint in his eyes. Lucian strangely seemed to be sincere in his question, so Harry agreed. He played with their soccer ball and learned about each of them in turn.

Lucian and Harlin had strange powers just like him. Their uncle even ran a foster home where he taught people like them how to control their powers while living among their own people. People who would encourage your use of your powers and not beat you for losing control once in a while. Their types of people were called mutants and each one of them had a different power that revealed itself in different ways. Some mutants had mutations so extreme that they were a danger to themselves, others, and some couldn't even go out in public because of how they look. It was all very informative and Harry got himself roped into a promise to meet Lucian and Harlin's uncle. Hopefully he really was a mutant, because this was his one-way ticket out of here.

Lucian was very intense, Harry learned, especially about his younger brother, Harlin. Harlin himself didn't speak much, but he was very observant. Dark purple eyes followed each move Harry made with that persistent glint in them. It was kind of creepy really, but Harry didn't remark on it. He was always smirking, as if he knew some big secret you didn't. It was annoying but at the same time Harry was drawn to him like a moth was drawn to flame. Like all children his age he ignored his common sense that told him to stay away from Harlin, and tried to get to know him, never knowing how much he would come to regret his decision.

"I'm going to find uncle Corbyn, do you think you can wait here with Harry, I promise I'll be quick?" Lucian asked his younger brother nervously.

He really didn't want to leave him here alone, but if both of them went to find uncle then Harry might think that they played a joke on him, and run off somewhere. The only alternative was to send his brother out alone to find his uncle, and hell would freeze over before that happened.

"Yeah, no problem, you go ahead Lucian, and take your, I'll be fine with Harry here." Harlin responded with a reassuring smile on his face. Lucian breathed a sigh of relief and hurried back into the building.

He could take his time finding his uncle, he knew his brother was in good hands, and if necessary Harlin could take care of himself. Though Harry didn't know it, Lucian knew his brother already saw Harry as a friend. Well okay, maybe not a friend, but he thought Harry was interesting to watch. They'd be fine if for some reason he was delayed. That poor, naive,

deluded fool never knew what a mistake he made.

Harlin breathed a sigh of relief when Lucian entered the building again. He hated acting so innocent when his brother was around, but he didn't want to hurt him. His brother had such high expectations of him, and he just want to disappoint one his precious people. But now he could do what he had wanted to do since he had met Harry.

"Hey Harry, are you hungry?" Harlin asked sweetly. Harry just nodded guardedly, unnerved by Harlin's sudden talkative nature.

"Well our mother packed us a lunch, maybe you'd like to have some of it?" Harlin lied just as sweetly.

Harry seemed to hesitate, which annoyed Harlin to no end. So he used his powers to plant feelings of safety, comfort, and love in Harry's mind. Harry then nodded eagerly.

Harlin had to bite down a smirk as he replied," I'll be right back then, I have to go get it."

Harlin then used his powers to make Harry think he had left the room, when in reality he'd never moved from his spot.

After two minutes he used his powers to magically reappear with a lunchbox in his hands. Unseen, Harlin waved his hand to fool Harry's nose into thinking he actually smelled something, and his tongue to think he was eating actual food.

"Dig in Harry, you deserve it," Harlin said with a false smile.

Harry dug in enthusiastically, moaning in pleasure at the real food he was eating; having no idea he was actually eating dirt.

It took all of Harlin's control not to roll on the ground in laughter. It was so funny to watch this idiot eat dirtwhile thought it was an actual meal.

He might have pissed on himself from holding in the laughter if dangerous voice hadn't boomed," What the hell is going on here?"

Then he really did piss on himself.