Here's the ages again:

•GWEN:32 KALE:32 REBEL:18

•EBONY:34 STORM:34 HOLLY:10

•SELENE:33 RYAN:32 PETER: 12

•FLAIR:31 ICE:31 COLE: 13 SAPPHIRE:13

•JACE:31 ALEX:31 DEMI:11

•MELEE:27

•LUCY :27

•JESTER:25 SYLVIA:26 BETHANY:2

•MAX:36 FANG:36 EVA:18 AVA:18 BLANE:11 NICOLE:4

•IGGY:36 ELLA:35 LANI:12

•NUDGE:34 HILLBILLY:35 KRYSTAL:12

•GAZZY:31

•ANGEL:29

•MOON:30

•NIGHT:39 GLOOM:39 GREY:12

•DRAKE:31

Ch.3: Family

Rebel's P.O.V.

"OH MER GAWSH!" That was never something that I expected to hear coming from a thirty-two year old's mouth. But then again, Gwen was far from average.

We pulled into the driveway, and I immediately realized that the whole gang was here. From The Flock to The Migration, everyone stood in a exhilarated row across the driveway. Kale put us in park for one final time and we bolted out of the wretched van, only to be swept into a crowd. People were shouting, and I was being hugged in no time. Most of the people were attacking Gwen and Kale. I guess we have had a long absence. For their safety, we couldn't visit anyone. Apparently we would put the entire family in danger if we were caught. At least they finally decided it was time to come out of hiding.

"You are tall! I knew it!" Eva had her arms wrapped around my middle and was squeezing me with her all her strength.

"Please let go of me." I grunted as I pried her arms off, only to see her face covered in delight.

"Don't kill him, yet." Ava was joking, like usual, or I hope she was.

"Rebel? You've...grown," Max said as she made her way through people. I shrugged.

"What happened to your jeans?" Blane came forward, too. I almost didn't recognize him. I looked down at my ripped jeans.

"Nothing."

"Looks like an Eraser got a hold of you." He commented.

"Maybe."

"Bully!" A little girl cried as she crossed her arms. She had her black hair tied up in pigtails. Her eyes were practically black and she was pouting over something.

"Who's a bully, Nichole?" Max sighed heavily as she straightened her daughter's bows.

"Everyone who's taller than me! I can't see over their fat heads!" She griped as she stuck out her bottom lip. Yep, I'm pretty sure Nichole is a mini Max.

"ZOMG! Look at you!" Nudge screamed from somewhere in the crowd. I scanned each face, trying to remember who was who.

The first face I spotted was Storm's. He was happy, I could tell. I scrounged through my mind for all that I remembered about Storm. He was the leader of The Migration. He also had a wife, Ebony, and their daughter Holly. Holly stood in front of her father, her brows bunched and her dark blue eyes taking in everything, like Storm. She was wearing a black dress and black boots. Her hair was a, well, ebony with blue dyed tips. Holly can control water, like Storm, and can sometimes grow claws. She's deathly dangerous for a ten year old.

Then, there was Jace and Alex, pulling along an energetic Demi. Her light brown hair was put up in a pony tail. She had violet eyes that shown with mischief. Her mouth was tipped into a smirk. I have heard that she can dance really well. Maybe that was an understatement. She's an awesome dancer. Demi has lived on this earth eleven years and she already has more grace flying than Eva. It leaves you in awe, staring up at her small form twisting and spinning in the current.

Ice and Flair both wore their signature expressions, filled with warning and mystery. Their two identical twin children, Cole and Sapphire, weren't much different. The boy inherited his father's ability to freeze things. Cole can literally freeze your heart, stopping you dead. Sapphire has a slightly less aggressive personality than her brother. She's a tad kinder and self reserved, which is ironic considering she can explode things at her own free will. Cole and Sapphire are always at each other's throats. In the end, I think Cole is secretly a menacing dictator disguised as a red-headed, blue eyed devil child.

Ryan and Selene were off to the side, laughing lightly as they conversed with Dr. M. They complemented her new hair style. I didn't care much for it. Her hair had turned grey with age and she had it cut slightly shorter. Oh, she still had her deep, brown eyes and famous cookies, but I found her boring. She talked constantly about her job, head of the CSM. I could have fallen asleep on multiple occasions. Peter, Ryan and Selene's quiet kid, stood, fiddling with the hem of his shirt. Peter was twelve and could be classified as a "pretty boy". He looked like Ryan, almost exactly, but his skin was a shade lighter and his eyes a different color of brown. Ryan had passed his power down to Peter, yet the boy tried to hide it from the world. Peter had an extreme fascination with rocks and minerals, a great group of friends, and, unlike the rest of us, no wings. Nowadays, this is referred to as Bareback. Scientists predict that through the generations our wings and powers could be lost. That'd be tragic.

"No!" Bethany demanded. Bethany was Sylvia's little girl. Currently, she was going through her terrible twos, and had picked out her favorite word:no. Jester, her dad, had her sitting on his shoulders. Bethany's hair was a baby blue and her eyes were a shade of maroon. Somehow, she had inherited most of Jes' features, like the green wings and the ability to alter colors. Bethany was named after Gwen and Sylvia's late mother, Beth. Gwen was marveling over the child at the moment. I knew that Bethany was especially important to Gwen and Kale because of her parents. Gwen had almost balled her eyes out at Jester and Sylvia's wedding. She said that they were her "babies" and that it was "sweet" to see them grow up. I found that corny and asked her if it was her time of the month. This resulted in an immediate ranting and scolding. Women.

Speaking of women, three of the most intimidating females stopped to stare at me. Angel tilted her head slightly and smiled innocently at me. Max says that she's had that quality since childhood, I guess she never grew out of that. She no longer had curls, and her hair had darkened to a dirty blond. I could feel her prodding in my mind, and threw up a blockade. Angel's smile faltered as her lips drew down slightly before she regained the grin. This time it was fake, and I could see frustration behind her blue eyes. She didn't like not being able to look freely through my mind. Maybe because it's uncharted territory to her; she's never read a single one of my thoughts before. I overheard her telling Gwen that I had one of the strongest mind blocks she had ever experienced. their chat concluded with me being accused of hiding something. They may just be on the right track. She straightened her blouse and smoothed the creases in her black pencil skirt. She handled all of the legal crap concerned with mutants. I've heard stories about how well she can drive a bargain, which is probably just because she can change anyone's opinion at her own free will.

Melee stood, as she usually does, dully, just staring. Her eyes showed no emotion as they scanned over my face, and her mouth didn't move to let out words, either. She just watched me, simply studying me like a lion does an antelope before it decides if it's worth pursuing. Apparently I wasn't, for she turned and continued to walk. It was intimidating, but she was in a very highly ranked military group. What could I expect from someone who spent day after day, tracking down the most blood thirsty savages to ever be vomited up by mankind? A polite, quiet lady? No, that was Lucy Dee.

"Look at you, all grown up!" Lucy Dee mused, "Where are your glasses?" Oh gosh, I had almost forgotten. Maybe because I hadn't had the need for glasses for-what?-five years. When I was abducted by the Whitecoats they had altered my eye sight, and I advanced to where I no longer needed the wretched things. I had hawk vision like the rest of my family, but dear old Lucy Dee didn't know about that fiasco. I simply shrugged in response. Her interest changed to focus on my current height, and I rolled my eyes as she looked from the ground up, and then back down again, trying to judge how much I had shot up. Her pure white hair was put up neatly in a bun and her apple green eyes shone with a childish understanding of the world. I recalled Angel talking about how easy Lucy Dee was to convince and deceive, but I found her nice and safe. She lived with Angel and together the two traveled the country, even the world, fighting for equal rights for all mutants alike. Honestly, I didn't care if I had the right to vote, or marry, but to some it was a big deal. It became especially crucial when people argue that we are "abominations" and that we should be "finished off". That doesn't happen much anymore. Most people in our communities treasure us, but there's always those who want to be the odd man out; those who want to start trouble. Angel and Lucy Dee fix this with words, but I, on the other hand, prefer to stop the bull crap cold. I will not hesitate to beat the living breath out of someone who downs my family.

Gazzy slid past me on his way over to Melee. They come from the same troop. It's not really all that dangerous, I don't think. They're just sent out on missions that normal humans can't accomplish. Gwen said that it was dangerous because the government could overuse them as extreme weapons, and then more of us might be created and mistreated for other countries to accomplish their wishes, too. Gazzy and Melee don't get the privilege to do much. Sure, every once in a while they go to a disaster cite and save a few people, or put out forest fires, but other than that it's not all that tedious. At least, that's how Gazzy describes it.

"Oh my gosh! Did you see the new episode! It was ah-mazing! I almost cried at that one part! Ooh! Wanna come over next Friday? You can spend the night and we can do makeup!" Krystal squealed as she bounced up and down in front of Ava and Eva, her black, curly hair tossing side to side. I watched in awe as Nudge's twelve year old went on and on. Then I realized that she resembled Nudge almost exactly. Sure, her skin was a tad lighter and her eyes were a brighter brown, but other than that they were practically the same. Right down to the last word. I don't know how Hillbilly puts up with Jibber Jaws and Jibber Jaws mini.

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