The four of them eyed each other warily.

Lauren and Andy weren't armed (not that they needed it), but the other two, a boy who looked a bit older than her and a girl maybe a bit younger, were both holding shotguns.

Lauren held her hands out. "It's okay. We won't hurt you."

"Yeah," the boy grunted, jabbing the gun at her. "That's what the last guy said."

"We don't want to hurt you," Lauren corrected, though that wasn't entirely true.

(the glow power craved; it wanted death and destruction and fire and pain)

"Are you mutants too?"

He jerked slightly. "N-no."

Fuck.

"B-but we don't have anything against them. You know, if you happened to be… theoretically," said the girl, slowly lowering her gun. "Our sister is…"

"Oh."

That could explain why they were out here.

"I'm Lauren. This is my brother Andy."

"I'm Jordan. This is my sister Angela."