"We can't just go into a prison and see him," Byrn noted as they left the 
bus stop behind.

"Why not? Zach did," Terra snapped, irritated with her mind still in a 
jumble of questions. 
 No one responded.

"Why would we visit him? I mean if you haven't noticed he left us," Gail 
 put her two cents in.

Terra whirled around, "Don't you see? He could tell us…he could explain why 
we're so screwed up, why he left us, he could tell us how mom and him 
met…there's a plethora of knowledge he has that we don't know. Don't you 
even want to know why he's in prison?" Apathetic, unnatural hues just stared back at her…but then she saw 
something change in them. They were curious! Even though they hid it well, 
her sisters did want to know the truth. That was truly a surprise.

"Aw man, aw man, aw man," Zach kept saying, walking to his house. Layla and 
will were walking next to him. They glanced at each other with concern for 
their friend.

"Dude, are you alright?" Will finally asked.

"I could see my ultimate doom before me!" Zach screamed hysterically.

"Okay, calm down. Rayne wasn't going to hurt you; she was just using her 
powers as a scare tactic. You're alive now aren't you?" Layla tried to 
rationalize.

Zach just shook his head back and forth vigorously, "Naw, naw, her look 
told me she was going to crush me with a wave, flatten me with a downpour, 
and grill me with some lightning."

"You didn't tell us you went to go find their father," Layla added.

"It was my secret project, I mean aren't you curious to how they are? It's 
not exactly normal, not even for people with superpowers."

"You could have left it alone," Layla suggested way late.

He just wanted Terra to be happy, he wanted to impress her with more than 
his goofy glow kid antics because she really meant a lot to him. He struggled to do his homework that night, mostly because he was still 
shaken that Rayne was about to demolish him. They could never be heroes… 
suddenly his thoughts jerked back to the 'how villains become villains' 
lecture from weeks ago. Villains have a bad childhood…Terra's father left her so her family had to 
move around and she was expelled, made fun of, and her mother died. 
Villains want revenge… there was a chance that the sisters found out that 
Cordis had killed her mother, accidental as it was it made their lives even 
more miserable leading to a need of vengeance. Villain traits are 
inherited, that was harder to connect because Felix wasn't a villain, he was 
a kind who wanted to do good but only produced destruction…that was the only 
factor keeping the sister's from becoming villains. Zach had goose bumps from 
his conclusion. Maybe it was best if Terra and her sisters didn't see him.

He jumped off his bed and went down the stairs to the door. He planned on 
going to see Terra to tell her his thoughts but when his hand was on the 
doorknob there was a knock on the other side. He jumped back and then opened 
it. She was gorgeous as always. 
"Terra?"

She sighed and stepped up to him, "I have a bad feeling. Not just some weird 
suspicious feeling, more like intuition. Something is going to happen 
tomorrow when I go see my father. Not that he's a bad person or anything, 
but something…something is going to trigger our bonds, Zach. " She poured out to 
him.

Zach was kind of stunned but before he could get any words out she 
started up again with her orange gaze darting every which way nervously.

"So… I just wanted to tell you if that happens, if we all go berserk with 
weather, to stop us. I don't want people getting hurt so stop us…I don't 
care how. If one of us gets kicked out of it, the rest follow." Her eyes 
stopped darting and locked with his. "So if you can, get one of us to cease 
fire, even if you have to kill because it will be a torrent of powerful 
emotions. Thanks Zach." She pulled him down to her and kissed him quickly 
and then dashed away. He was most bewildered. Like Hell he would resort to 
killing one of them, that was out of the question. She could be 
overreacting, but then again he had the exact same bad feeling in his gut 
and a left over sensation of bittersweet on his lips.