Hey so here's the next chapter of ths story, and yeah I know I haven't updated in a month. But here's the next chapter! I'll try to write and update faster but with school and stuff I don't know when the next chapter will be up but I hope very very soon. So, thanks to all who are reading this.

Chrystal Rost walked quietly behind Black Canary with the group of girls heading to their rooms. She looked around, observing the area around her. The part of the tower where they were seemed newer, as if it were just built for this occasion.

"Room 56 and 57." Black Canary stated as they stopped in front of two more doors, one to their right and one to their left. The one on the right was marked with a 56 on it. One girl left the small crowd and walked to the door. Canary nodded reassuringly and the girl slid her ID card through the scanner and entered the room to meet a couple more girls inside. After a short pause, to see if there was anyone else, they continued on their way.

Chrystal shook her head, she was having serious doubts about this place. Becoming a hero was one thing, but sharing a room with two or three other girls, that she didn't know, was just as bad. She would try it for one night, and the tryouts tomorrow then if everything was going horribly wrong she would skip out on this chance. Chrystal, or Chris as she liked to be called, wasn't known for backing out of anything, but she assured herself that this was different. This wasn't some fight that she had once again gotten herself into, this wasn't some disaster that she had caused and once again had to fix it on her own, . . . No, this was a test to see her worth, this was a chance to show them that she wasn't a monster. She remembered what her brother had said to her a little over three years ago. . .

Jason's breath came out heavy as he held up his fists and looked at his twelve year old little sister. "We're too deep in this now. We can't get out of it without a fight. Are you going to back out of this, Chris, and leave me here? Or are you gonna keep digging, keep digging for what you know is right?" Chrystal's eyes narrowed. She was determined to keep going, for her brother.

"Keep going and keep digging." She said under her breath, lower than a whisper to herself and her courage heightened. She glanced up to see Storm gliding above her, hidden by the shadows. At least she wouldn't be completely alone.

"Room 58 and 59." Black Canary announced and Chrystal took a deep breath, before stepping out of the crowd.

She glanced to the side and saw another girl step out as well. She had green eyes and light brown hair. Chris wondered if she was in the same room as her. As they both walked towards room 58, she got her answer. Chris slid her ID in the scanner and the door slid open to reveal a girl with blond hair and brown eyes. Chrystal turned to the girl beside her and nodded for her to go in first, while Storm flew in as well. She walked in slowly behind her and the door shut silently behind herself. Each girl looked at each other for a moment before the silence was finally broken.

"Hi, I'm Bethany Folter." Bethany smiled at the two and stretched out her hand. She was determined to make the 53 and if this was where she was going to stay when she did, than she was also determined to have a good start.

"Hi, my name's Katie Prowler." Katie stepped closer and shook her hand. Katie, on arriving at the tower, had promised herself that she would be a little more open in the Watchtower and at least speak every once in a while. After she had they had finished shaking hands Chrystal hesitated before stepping up and shaking Bethany's hand.

"Chrystal Rost." Chrystal introduced herself.

Katie walked over to the bed on the far side of the room and placed her bags on it. She sat down quietly and looked at the others. Beth and Chris looked at the bunk bed in front of them. Both of their eyes fell on the top bunk and their head turned to look at each other.

"I get the top bunk!" They both shouted simultaneously.

"I can fly, so I think I should get the top." Bethany said with a smirk as she began to float upward thinking she had won the unspoken argument. Just as she lifted off the ground she felt a hand around her ankle and she looked down. Chrystal was smiling up at her as she spoke.

"So, can I." Beth was taken back at this realization but it soon turned into an argument for the top.

"Well, it doesn't matter if you can fly. I do it more often."

"What does that have to do with anything! It's a bed!"

"If it's just a bed why do you care if you get the top or not?"

"Why do you?"

"I'm used to sleeping on the top bunk, it reminds me of home!"

"Where do you live?"

"In Tornado Valley on the border of Kansas."

It continued for a few minutes all the while Katie sat on her bed and chuckled at the two. But Storm had finally had enough and swooped down from his resting place on a tall lamp to land on Chrystal's shoulder.

"Well then, more people die from falling out of bed than dying from a tornado, so why the heck would you sleep on the top bunk in the first-" She stopped in mid-sentence to listen to Storm's frustrated and annoyed squawking. She turned her head and crossed her arms as he continued his lecture about being polite and generous. Realizing that she wasn't listening he angrily pecked her on the cheek.

"Ow, alright, alright, I'm tired of arguing about this anyway . . . You can have the top." She said stubbornly but quickly let it go and sat down on the bottom bunk. Though she wouldn't admit it, she hated loosing in anything, but was willing to give it up anyway. As Bethany took her place at the top bunk she stared at Chrystal who was now stroking Storm's shining feathers.

"Thanks." Beth said and the room became silent. She finally laughed. "Looks like that bird pretty much made up your mind for you."

"Yeah, Storm's been kinda like the parent in my life, and he won't take no for an answer. You stubborn bird." She said as she stared at Storm who gave her a playful peck on the wrist as he sat on her arm.

"You can talk to birds?" Katie asked as she leaned forward and rested her elbows on her knees and her chin in her hands.

Chrystal merely nodded as she was lost in her own thoughts. Katie could tell that Chrystal didn't like talking about it, and It took all of Katie's strength to hold back her curiosity and read Chrystal's mind. As she went into her own thoughts to distract her from others, the room fell silent.

Bethany Folter sighed inwardly. She smiled. She was lucky; it would have been hard if none of them would have gotten along.

/JL\

Nick Talsome calmy slid his ID card through the scanner of room 26. As the door slid open he was relieved to see someone he actually knew.

"Collin?" He said, raising his eyebrow as he walked in. Collin who was talking to another boy, one with blond hair and brown eyes, turned around to face Nick.

"Nick?" Collin walked over to him with a smile on his face. "Now what are the chances of that?"

"Very, very slim." Nick answered and returned the smile. Collin, remembering the third boy in the room, turned to the new kid.

"Nick Talsome, this is Carson Folter." Collin gestured to the boy beside him.

"Hey, nice to meet you Nick, uh . . . Talsome." Carson's smile grew as he tried to hold back a laugh. Nick's eyes narrowed.

"What?" He asked angrily.

"Nothing, it's just . . . Ha, Nick you need to grow Talsome! Ha, ha, do you get it? Talsome, you know as in tall and some!" Carson continued to laugh while Nick rolled his eyes.

"This is great." He said quietly to himself while shaking his head. Collin nudged him with his shoulder and whispered.

"Let's hope we can get use to it."

"I'm starting to wonder if hope even exists in this universe anymore." Nick mumbled as Collin flew himself up to the top bunk he had claimed, and Carson had finally settled down.

"So, is this all of us then? I thought there would be four, since you know, there's like four beds in here." Carson said keeping his wide smile despite the other boys' sarcastic remarks.

"Well, at least he can count." Nick mumbled once again, as he threw his bag up to the top bunk opposite of Collin's.

Just at that moment, as if on cue, the fourth member of their group entered through the door. The boy, who looked around sixteen, was tall and muscular, with shaggy black hair and hazel eyes. Unfortunately for the four roommates, Nick, having a photographic memory, recognized him immediately and he wasn't happy about it.

"Zachery Mason or should I say, Jeffery Colen, or I've heard it's now back to Jonathon Calasor." Nick said angrily with his arms crossed, towards the older and tougher boy in front of him.

"The Talsome, that's just great. I had to be stuck with one of the few people I really dislike." Jonathon crossed his arms and scowled as he said this.

"Few?-I'm surprised you're being so kind, for someone as stupid and selfish as you." Nick retorted.

"Me! You're the one who didn't have the sense to stop what you were doin' and do something right for once."

"And what about you!"

"It's called family, Talsome. Oh, wait, you wouldn't know anything about that anyway." Jonathon said with a smirk while Nick's anger rose. Nick balled his hands into fists ready to jump Jonathon at a moments notice.

"Shut up, Jonny, I wouldn't want a family like your's anyway!"

"Why do you hate me so much anyway?"

"What do you think? You stole my money!

"It was mine in the first place!" Jonathon shouted and Nick shook his head and raised a taunting eyebrow.

"Is there no honor among thieves?" He said, but Jonathon's face remained a stoic expression.

"Now you sound like him."

"Who?" Nick asked, but he knew already.

"You know. In fact you're starting to sound like all of them, more and more everyday." Jonathon said as his muscles tensed in anger. Nick was silent, but continued to hold his stare. The young Lantern and Carson stood in the back of the room watching them with wide eyes all the while thinking that they would probably die in the crossfire of these two fighters. Truthfully neither of them could make out which side was the right one to be on.

"Why are you here, Jonathon?" Nick finally asked, using his head to end the argument. Jonathon hesitated before he relaxed and answered.

"Same as you, I guess. To right the wrongs and be the hero for once."

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