(A/N: Seriously, I have no idea. I've just been really bored these past few weeks so I want to write a story. You don't have to like it but I'm just writing. I'm going to dedicate it to 'Kor Anders.' An author and my best friend.)

Disclaimer: I don't own anything or anyone that I write about. Gosh, just lay off!

Chapter One:
Prologue

Samantha was thirteen years old. She wanted to stay up until 12:12 p.m. for when she turned fourteen. Her sister/twin, Tiffany, had gone to bed a few minutes ago. Tiffany was born a couple minutes before Samantha.

The clock changed to 12:12. Samantha stared at the clock. It's a strange sensation to be a year older. Samantha slowly stood up while a smile formed on her face. Then she started doing a sort of dance. Samantha knew she wasn't a good dancer so she only danced when she was alone or when she was in a dark room.

She jumped up and down. She was really skinny so it barely made any noise.

She finally calmed down and sat down on the couch. Tonight she was wearing a white, long-sleeved shirt with a dark blue jacket over it and dark blue jeans. She had hazel eyes, pale cheeks, and super long, light brunette hair. Samantha liked her hair a lot but she wished it was really short but her sister wanted her to keep it long. Samantha also wanted to streak her hair but her mom said no.

Samantha felt the urge to breathe in cold air so she went out her back door. Everyone in the house was asleep so she knew she wouldn't be disturbed about going outside.

The second she stepped outside it started to rain. Samantha smiled and looked up toward the sky. She spun around in the rain. This year was turning out to be her best birthday. She loved the rain and she was always happy when it rained.

She stopped spinning when she saw something from the corner of her eye. It stopped raining but she still couldn't see clearly what she was looking at. As suddenly as it had come, it vanished. Sam blinked. All of a sudden, dust came flying at her and rammed into her before she could even think of what was happening.

A voice filled her ears. She didn't hear exactly what it said though. She thought it said help. And it sounded like Blare's voice.

Then everything was quiet and dark and Samantha felt really empty.

Samantha knew nobody would find out so she got her skateboard quietly, went to her gate,skated down her sidewalk, crossed the street, and went to Blare's house.

'Someone would be bound to be after Blare.' Samantha thought. 'Or her brother. Seriously, with powers like that even if they do hide them someone will find out.'

Samantha started to get nervous. Especially when she saw two people in front of Blare's house. They lived in Jump City so of course it could never be safe.

Sam got off her skateboard and closely watched what was going on. She saw the taller person jump up high and kick the other smaller person in the head. Samantha recognized the smaller person as Blare. She kept herself from making any noise.

Samantha knew that Blare could defend herself.

Blare had a brother. Before they had moved to where they live now, they had gotten stuck in a fire together. They almost died but some fire god had saved them both. The fire god gave up its life and gave Blare and Blake the powers to control and make fire and shadows and use them to their advantages.

Blare had very long, dark-brown, curly hair, brown eyes with a reddish tint to them, and she always wore red and black clothes. She seemed emo but she was areally good friend. When she used her fire powers, her fire turned neon blue.

Blake had light brown hair and blue eyes. He didn't have a certain color he wore all the time. When he used his powers, his eyes turned blackish-reddish.

She saw Blare get up quickly from where she had fallen and throw blue balls of fire at the other person. He easily side-stepped it. When the fire balls went by, Samantha saw the face of Slade, the villain of Jump. Samantha heard Slade talking to Blare.

"Just agree and you won't have to be in anymore pain," he said easily. He wasn't out of breath and he knew that Blare was exhausted.

Blare glared at him and said in her iciest voice, "Over my dead body. Idiot."

Slade lost his temper and patience. Blare hadn't stopped insulting him since they started fighting. "I may be able to make that possible."

Without any hesitation, Slade pulled a gun out of his belt and pulled the trigger.

Blare fell to her knees while clutching her chest where blood was easily seeping. She looked down the sidewalk and saw her best friend. "Sam..." she said. She closed her eyes shut tight and focused her energy to Samantha.

Slade heard what Blare had said and looked over and saw Samantha. He started running toward her. He slowed when he saw a mixture of yellow, pink,white, and gray pass by him. It passed him by and smashed into Samantha.

Samantha felt a strange sensation that she couldn't explain. She felt braver somehow and like she had some reason to live. (Samantha changed from that moment from being shy and quiet to being a stand out person who doesn't mind speaking her mind.)

She saw Slade running toward her. But too late. He threw a punch at her face. She skidded across the sidewalk. She recovered and got on her feet with anger she never knew she could produce boiling inside her. "How dare you hit me like that!" She yelled to him. She threw her hands in front of her and yellowish bolts of lightning came out of them and headed towards Slade hitting him square in the chest.

Slade fell back and grunted in pain. He thought for a few seconds then started running away. He yelled over his shoulder, "I'll be back."

"Yeah, just like the Terminator," Samantha yelled at him.

"Good-bye, Samantha," Blare said and left.

Then everything went black.

A/N: Omg. Wasn't that the worst first chapter ever? I just hope you like it, Butterfly. Don't ask me what that one thing she saw 'out of the corner of her eye' was. Even I don't know. You can flame if you like. They'll just be used to cook up s'mores with my friends. (wink, wink.) If you no likey, dontcha read it. Simple as that. I'll update soon.

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