Catalina Davies felt the adrenaline pulse through her body. It always was like that before she was in a fight. Her instincts preparing to do whatever they needed to do to keep her alive. Although this was only a game, Cattie still felt the same rush that she did when she fought. The blonde British glanced towards her partner, Bryan Gray. He seemed pretty calm about all of this. All she knew about him was that he could control and create darkness. She didn't know what his powers were exactly, but from what she had heard, they weren't to be messed with.

She quickly changed into the 'bloody uniform', as she called it. She hated bulky equipment. What was the point in training with something that you won't have on the field? Cattie was used to flexible, yet flattering, clothes in which she could easily move around in. It was a little known fact in the school that Cattie used to be quite a crazy cat in England. She was known to show up at clubs and start up fights. Either that or end up dancing on the bar. Not bad for a seventeen year old.

Bryan ran his hand through his spiked black hair. Being a hero, he was of course no loser. But being a hero didn't necessarily meant being popular. But in Bryan Gray's case, it did. It was a well-known fact around the school that Bryan was popular. If anyone, anyone at all, said something bad about Bryan, they usually ended up as a loser or scared to death of him. Nobody knew what his power could do; nobody knew the extent, at least. Not even Principle Powers. This caused a bit of a problem. Nobody was sure how powerful he was. He often took part in Save the Citizen, as the staff hoped he would show how powerful he was in total.

The two walked into the rink, as did the opposing team. Hot head and Blinding Girl, Cattie thought as she rubbed her hands together. Perfect. It's not as if she can blind me. If she blind's my normal eyesight I can still use my cat eyesight, which works much better. She heard Coach Boomer announce the beginning of the game and she smiled her mysterious smile at Bryan, who smiled back. Before the game had started, the two of them had decided that she would handle the girl. She would be finished with her in a minute and be able to help Bryan stop Warren. Such a fine hero. Paired up with such a loser sidekick! She thought cruelly.

The game really began when Warren let his arms catch fire. He threw a ball of fire at Bryan's head, but missed as Bryan dove to the floor. He jumped up and raised his hand. A beam of darkness flew out of it at Warren, who was thrown backwards. He growled as he stood up and threw many fireballs at Bryan. Soon, the whole school was watching them, paying little attention to the two girls. Which was just perfect to Tru Conners, sidekick of Warren Peace.

Tru looked at Cattie, not sure what the Brit was planning on doing exactly. She was aware of it a moment later though, when Cattie lunged at her. Everyone's heads turned from Warren and Bryan to the girls as Tru jumped up to the ceiling and hung onto a pipe. Many people looked at her questioningly, but none as questioningly as Cattie.

"How did you do that?" she demanded. "Only feral's can do that! And we all know that your little power can only blind people!"

Tru's pale face seemed to light up a bit as she laughed as she released her grip on the pipe. She then landed on the ground, not as gracefully as Cattie had, but still, she landed on her feet. She brushed a lock of her black hair out of her gray eyes. "See, that's why it's not good to judge people before you meet them," she said. She raised her hand and a small flash of light hit Cattie's face. Cattie let out a yell, as she couldn't see anything but black. Her eyes flashed yellow and she could see again.

"What are you bloody talking about?" she demanded from Tru.

Tru grinned as she stood in place. "You see," she started. "I'm a twin. Or I was, at the very least. Anyway, my twin was a feral, much like you. And because we were in the same womb, our powers got shared a bit. I have his ability for enhanced jumping. So anything you try, you'll most likely just go bashing into a wall."

That was what Tru liked. How people thought she was nuts when she said this. Didn't most heroes only have one type of power? How in the world could a sidekick have two? Or at the very least, one and a bit of a second.

Cattie stopped in her place, she had no wish to go banging into any walls. She glanced up at the timer and frowned. Because the sidekick was supposed to be aiding the hero, not fighting the villains, the time had been changed from three minutes to five minutes. They were only down a minute. "Oi! Bryan, you handle the blinder! I want a chance at Hot Head," Cattie said as she rushed over to Warren, not giving Bryan a chance to say anything. Very quickly, Cattie was kicking Warren, barely giving him a chance to start any fire.

Bryan looked at the pale-faced girl. "You know, once this game is over, we could play a little one on one ourselves," he said, in a tone that could only be used for seduction. But that tone didn't seem to work on Tru because all she said was, "I believe two on two is the best you can hope for. I hope you never speak to you again." Bryan obviously did not like her tone of voice and raised his hand at Tru, emitting a long ray of darkness.

Tru's gray eyes filled with shock as the blast hit her in the chest, hard. She fell to the ground, not breathing. Everyone in the room gasped, even Bryan, who was now under the gaze of Principle Powers, who had just walked into the room. "But I didn't even use such a large blast! I used only a bit more on her than I used on Warren!" he said, trying to defend himself. But everybody looked as if they did not believe him.

Warren looked at the girl who had been his sidekick in the game. Not caring about the game, but more about her life, Warren threw a fireball at Cattie, igniting her outfit, causing her to stop trying to throw him across the room. He knew Principle Powers didn't think they could do anything, the girl did seem dead, and she wasn't breathing. But Warren had learnt something's from his after-school jobs. He cautiously walked over to the limp body and took in the sight.

Her black hair had come out of its bun and was strewn all over her face. It was about four inches beneath the shoulder, a bit longer then Warren had presumed. Her arms were positioned at her sides. One of her legs was crooked a bit while the other one was straight. If Warren didn't know any better, she could be sleeping. Knowing that everyone in the school was watching, but didn't care, Warren knelt down to the girl to feel a pulse. He didn't. She put his hands on her stomach and started pressing down. He opened up her mouth slightly and lowered his mouth to hers. He breathed in air and pulled his head up.

Seeing that she wasn't breathing, he pushed down on her chest a few more times and breathed in air. When he pulled back, he looked down and saw her gray eyes looking at him. She didn't say anything of thanks, but Warren hadn't expected that. From what he could tell, the two of them were very alike. He wouldn't have said any sort of thanks either.

Tru slowly stood up, keeping her eyes on Warren. Her head then snapped to the side, to where Bryan was standing. "You think your power is so strong? Control over darkness? Dude, that's childsplay," Tru said.

Without any warning, Tru lifted up her hand and threw a similar blast like the one that had nearly killed her, at Bryan. He was thrown across the room, and knocked the 'citizen' to the floor, winning the game for Warren and Tru. But nobody was paying any attention to that. All they were doing was staring at Tru, wondering about her display of power.

"THEY CHEATED!" Bryan bellowed, making everyone look at him. "She was classified as a sidekick while her powers make her a hero!"

Nobody in the school cared though. They just cared about Tru's interesting display. Never before had they seen a power like that. But when everybody looked to where Tru had been moments before, all they saw was air. The room started buzzing as people spoke in hushed tones. Nobody seemed to notice the gym door opening and closing with nobody there. Nobody, that is, but Warren Peace, who quickly walked through it. Just in time to see Tru Conner's become visible in the empty hall.

A/N: Once again, sorry for a short chapter. I just can't get passed a certain length with this story! Thank you all for your reviews. If anyone has any ideas or anything they would like to see in this story, please say so in a review. I am very open to reader's opinions.