Young justice season 3! Yeah! Please watch it on Netflix! And because of that I also don't own YJ (duh) and heads up if you think you know something of Lena that no one else has caught onto yet.

I've already told you that my name is Lena and I'm not exactly 'normal'. I have already established that everyone has their own little definition of what they perceive as 'normal'. Your normal as I've already said could be waking up at six o'clock on the dot (God once again, help you.) and catching a bus to the exact same coffee shop every morning and drinking the same old drink while reading a book or the newspaper, mulling over your thoughts while everyone else goes on about their days, and then someone else's normal could be sleeping all day, waking up at noon, and staying on the computer reading fanfiction and watching cats do hilarious and adorable stuff at night while drinking nothing but Monster energy drinks and munching on some chips until they succumb to exhaustion and pass out.

What I didn't tell you was this, I can freakin teleport! Well kind of, I bounce around a lot...and then I don't stop and keep going. I had to stop participating for my school track team because of it! And to tell you the truth that isn't my only power, I also get this type of vision, like you do when you play assassins creed or tomb raider for example. Everything turns dark and I can see the things or people I want to see, only problem is the headaches and sore eyes after the eye vision thingy.

I shook my head. Think of better things. Like lunch. Ah, lunch. The most magical period of the day, unless you go to Hogwarts then every period is magical. Sadly, I'm not a wizard, I'm a muggle. No wand here, only some crazy phasing and vision. So… as I was saying. It was lunch time and I had absolutely no where to sit.

I could always eat in the bathroom… then flush myself down the toilet and live in the sewers like a hobo. I was actually considering it; I could probably make a little shack of some sort down there or something. You know anything to get away from school. Live nomad style. Not like I hadn't been for the past 14 years of life. Well 14 in November.

I sigh and lost concentration and bumped into someone. Great!

"Sorry," I regain my footing before awkwardly walking away. I ran down to the open library that had definitely seen better days. I need friends, I thought sitting down after pulling a book.

"Dear God…"

It was The women speaking, her voice a soft, horrified sound as she removed her goggles and looked at the mess of flesh and broken bones that had once been a human being. She was right to be shocked: that thing was barely recognized as a person. There were missing limbs, a crushed skull, several places in the body were torn like pieces of his flesh had been ripped off by bites. He also seemed to have been eviscerated, a disgusting mass of internal organs and blood pouring out of his torn belly like it had exploded in a sudden burst. It was, without doubt, one of the most brutal sights The man had ever laid eyes on.

"Hey", he gravely said, standing up and positioning himself in a combat position, "stay close to me and prepare to retreat. Whatever did this to this man, we are not prepared to deal with it right now. I think we need to get proper equipment and return…"

"Did you feel that?"

She was back to back with him, her whip in hands.

"Feel what?" His heart skip a beat: he thought he had seen movement under water. But that was impossible; his goggles showed no heat signature other than the women and his own.

All happened so fast.

In years to come, he would remember that moment. He would revive it, and see it again and again in his head. He would feel guilty and mentally punish himself for his naïveté, for his stupidity. He would curse his inexperience, that had caused him to make a mistake:

He never considered the creature that was there, in the sewers with them, had no heat signature. Of course he didn't. He was under water, and he was closer to reptile than human; his temperature was too low to be caught by the goggles before…

Before it was already too late.

The women's scream wasn't loud, or terrified, or denounced pain. If anything, it was brief and caused, in essence, merely by surprise. A shout in darkness, and her slender silhouette disappeared before his eyes as she was pulled down and vanished under the shallow water that barely reached the man's knees.

"No!"

He leaped forward, trying to grasp her hands as they entered the dark water, his fingers closing around nothing but air. But he saw it, her body, dragged down and pulled to the large chamber, her arms and legs struggling as much as she could, and a larger, much larger form dragging her away from her husband.

"Let her go!" He screamed in vain, his own voice a husky, unpleasant sound that reverberated through miles and miles of brick walls in the sewers. The thing wouldn't stop. The woman couldn't free herself. What's point in shouting like a fool?

He had only a slight, wild chance. He barely thought about, his trained mind and body doing the work the most rational part of his brain couldn't. His grappling hook gun in his hand, aiming, aiming at what he assumed was the larger form and not Her, that thing that moved quickly and erratically. There was barely a chance. If he was to think about it, he would certainly hesitate; he would certainly miss.

He shot.

There was an agonizing howl, a strange, unsettling sound.

Opening my eyes was a chore that morning. Usually I am a morning person, but today I knew what was going to happen and that made me want to stay in bed all the more. Especially if it gave me time to think over my dream.

I had had the same dream for weeks now. Sometimes days went by without it, and I would dream something stupid like me and a stuffed bunny having a tea party upside-down in a pool. That was exciting.

But exciting as the nightmare was, it also scared me. It scared the heck out of me. Because although I always only caught a glimpse of the woman in the dream, she seemed a lot like me. And the thought of me killing someone like that made my stomach queasy.

It had been raining for days now. The pools of water which had started out as puddles were now miniature lakes outside. Luckily it was finally letting up! I could finally go outside and not get fully drenched, don't get me wrong I'm okay with rain but it makes me on edge.

I rolled myself out of bed when I felt I had stalled long enough. When I landed on the floor the bedside table shook, but I didn't pay attention. It wasn't like there was anything glass on it to fall and break. My 'ability' as I found out, had a habit of trying to phase me all over the place in my sleep. The first time I had had this nightmare, I had shattered every China and glass thing in the room. Grandpa cut himself trying to get to my bed. I had felt rather bad about that. I also had to lie and say I broke everything because I was upset.

I moved to the closet to get dressed before I realized that all my belongings were in the boxes next to the door. I still hate unpacking. I got out an outfit and got changed quickly before heading downstairs, tying off my black hair into a high ponytail. "Grandpa, I'm going for a run," I yell down the stairs.

He quickly responded with "Don't talk to stranger-"

"don't take any money offered to you, don't go down dark alleys, don't stand on the corner to long, answer your relic of junk phone and be careful, I know, love you," I should really stop interrupting when he does that. I quickly walked out until reaching a nearby park. It was way too early for anyone other then early morning joggers to be out, I decided. Time to get to work. I lightly started running and breathing before increasing my pace. My hands start to buzz, Oh no, too fast!

I felt a sudden earth wrenching smack! It hits like a brick wall. No, quite literally a brick wall, I groaned thinking about the oncoming bruises. I never got that phrase. Who's stupid enough to run into a wall? Well, obviously I am, And the wall obviously isn't moving. Then again, with the world in total hell as it is, it just might. But that's not the point. I'm going off on a rabbit trail. Don't you hate when that happens?

Onward.

Gently getting back up I resist the urge to collapse once again onto the floor.

One step at a time Lena.