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Miranda Rivera: Ridgecrest, CA

It was a pretty interesting morning out already, thought Miranda. October was already on its way, but the morning felt as if the town was experiencing a heat wave from July. The weather was usually like that for most of the year, with all the inhabitants pointlessly wishing for a white winter. Miranda merely shifted in her seat and turned another page of Dracula. The book was fairly scary, but not enough to give her nightmares.

Miranda smirked and took another bite of her bagel and began twirling her hair, a habit she developed whenever she was reading. The tip of each lock of hair was dyed turquoise blue around the beginning of high school, much to her mother's displeasure, making her look like she came from a rock band.

She was about to take another bite of her bagel when she heard something rattling in the bathroom, as if some metal cans were doing the mambo. She placed the bagel back on her plate, letting her hands dangle under the chair. Her sister Lana just went into the bathroom a minute ago to do her hair. Miranda was about to find out why when she felt her left hand being dragged underneath the chair. She also heard a sound from the chair that sounded almost like fingernails clawing against a chalkboard, but not enough to hurt someone's ears. Her right hand was also performing the same action, but didn't drag as hard. Miranda quickly drew out her hands and nearly fell off the chair in surprise.

On each fingertip, as long as her thumb from the base of her wrist to the tip, were claws that were straight as a pencil, but looked deadly enough to send a rabid pit bull running. Miranda just sat there, dumbfounded and quite frankly shocked for a second when she heard running from down the hall. She quickly hid her hands under the seat cushion and saw Lana, jogging down the hall as if she was running away from a ghost.

Lana bent over a bit to catch her breath. "Miranda, are you alright?" She asked between breaths.

This question caught Miranda a little off guard. Besides the fact that she had scary-looking claws, things were just peachy.

"Yeah...I'm just fine," She answered, quite confused.

Lana looked at Miranda as if she was dense. "You didn't feel that?"

Miranda was now starting to get even more confused. "Feel what?"

She could tell that Lana was getting frustrated. "Wasn't there an earthquake just a minute ago? I felt it in the bathroom just now!"

Miranda gave Lana a look as if Lana was the crazy one. As far as she could tell, she didn't feel any earthquake, despite being distracted by her little incident. "Lana, did you check the side effects of your allergy medication before taking it this morning?"

Lana's jaw dropped and gaped at her for a second. Her older sister placed her hand on her forehead as if she had a fever and slowly walked back to her room. Once Lana was out of sight, Miranda drew out her hands again. The claws were still there, straight and deadly as she found them. Each claw, for some unknown reason, was now light gray in color instead of the usual pink and white coloring that is found on fingernails. Miranda started waving the fingers on each hand, careful not to let the claws get too close to her wrist, almost as if she was checking how these things worked in the air. She then eyed the paper plate that she ate pizza from last night, which would be perfect for a little test run.

Miranda got out of her chair and held the plate in a vertical position. She then gave the plate a good toss on the air, making sure it didn't hit the ceiling. Miranda rose up her claws, and slashed a clean cut that didn't force any drag on the claws. The plate then pitifully floated to the ground, cut into two parts that almost looked equal to one another.

Miranda glanced at the two pieces and then back at her claws. She looked outside at the old gnarled tree that had been there ever since her family moved. As she looked outside, a sly grin slowly made its way onto her face. She was thinking of volleying her soccer ball around before it got too hot, but since her parents were on a business trip in Las Vegas for the weekend, she decided that the tree could use a little pruning.

John Avery: New York City, NY

John was almost on the brink of pure panic. He and his friend Jacob were just walking down to see a movie, when his friend suddenly collapsed on the ground and was having a hard time breathing. He also noticed that the color of his irises were now a pale yellow and that his pupil was now the same color as his sclera, but that wasn't what was bothering him at the moment.

First off, they had just left both apartments and were on a less busy part of New York, where the only person he found strolling around was a lady walking a dog, but she was long gone. He had no cell phone to call with and he didn't even have his driver's license yet. John pounded hid fists into the ground in frustration when he noticed that his hands slowly moving down into the ground, as if the sidewalk was dissolving under his hand. John raised his hand up to see a clear liquid drip off onto the sidewalk, causing small holes to appear.

John couldn't help but chuckle at himself for not thinking of this earlier. He had found out a few months ago that he can produce different chemicals, mostly poisons and acids, but he could also create chemicals that could give off certain smells. There was one smell he created not long ago that was almost similar to that of a rafflesia, a giant flower that stunk like road kill, mixed with the smell of ammonia.

John started to concentrate on that specific chemical, and before long, a smell that nearly burned his sinuses moved its way into the air. He then carefully placed his hand over Jacob's nose like one would do with smelling salts. At first, Jacob didn't seem to respond until his eyes regained their normal color and Jacob began to flail his arms around as a reaction to John's little creation. After John took his hand away and stood up, Jacob covered up his nose from the pain in his sinuses.

"Howy cwab!" Yelled Jacob, now sounding as if he had a bloody nose. "Whad da heck did ya do to my siduses?"

Instead of answering his disgruntled friend's question, John started to laugh at Jacob's voice. "My friend..." He said between chuckles. "You sound so ridiculous!" After that, John couldn't help but burst out laughing, causing Jacob to give him a stone cold glare.

"Hawdy haw haw my sides are spwiting." Jacob said cruelly.

John didn't seem to notice his friend's sarcastic comment and continued to laugh at Jacob, not even realizing Jacob's interesting experience before he woke up.

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