OOPS! I didn't save my editing, so if you had to tolerate my impossibly horrible not-corrected version IM SORRY! I did that with the last chapter, too!

Hiya peoples! Ok, I was disappointed in the amount of reviews, but thanks to the two of you who did.

Someone said they were having a hard time with names and powers; I'll make it clearer.

Next chapter is very important.

Sorry for the long wait, but we went out and buried Simon at my uncles farm, and I got to drive the tractor. It was fun, and unlike mom, I didn't almost kill the person who was trying to teach me!

I'm thinking about updating every two days. I'll try and do more, but with finals and studying, I don't have much time to write. Every two days sound good? I'll do my best. Do you want short chapters every two days, or long ones every three-four days?

Dedicated to my Dad.

Mary remained silent. She didn't have a comeback for that one.

"So there. Now, where is my brush?"

Mary pointed to Jane's bunk, along the side of the wall.

I walked over there, and snatched it up. I went and sat down by Mary, and started to brush at the tips, gradually working up.

"Can you at least go into town tomorrow?" Mary asked, looking at me, not the magazine.

"I suppose so. Make a list of what you want, and I'll get it." I said.

Jane turned her head, and her bottomless eyes turned to me.

"Alex?" she asked.

Jane can't see herself, but her power is to be connected to other eyes. Like, she can see what Alex sees when she's connected to him. She can be connected to multiple persons, too. Like how an ant has multiple frames, each taking in a different image. It's the same with Jane.

Her eyes came into focus, and she signalled him to look at me with her hands.

"Can you get me another book?" she asked quietly. I find it so sad, the kid loves reading, and she can't even see. The whole gang, -even Max, and especially Mary, Ollie and Alex let her use us. She had a Cat, she used her to see, but it had run away yesterday. No one caught Nina because she had slipped away while we were in a heated game of Kings Corner. Ollie, or Olistree, had been so sad. He felt like the worst. We were all pretty down. Ollie looks to be around 17, but he's been alive since the Europeans took over Africa.

We got him completely by accident, namely mine.

About two years ago...

I was now standing somewhere warm, surrounded by trees.

Jane had my hand in a vice grip, making it turn an unhealthy purple.

Well, we had just seen some seriously scary shit.

We were standing between the trees, breathing heavy. Max was absolutely petrified.

"Jane... could you...?" it was my way of asking if she could look around us.

She nodded her head, and with the sun over head, you could see her opaque coal eyes separating into multiple eight sided frames.

She sucked in her breath, but she didn't get enough time to scream.

Without a second thought, Damien reached to the ground and assembled some kind of weapon at in-human speed. Within seconds he had something resembling a spear, but way cooler.

It came to a point on both sides; it was smooth all around its very thin, very sturdy middle.

It looked like two spears joined at the middle, without any awkward binding, just wood that somehow fit perfectly with the other parts.

Very stealthily a head appeared a kind of animal I had never seen from between the leaves. The ears were dotted, like a lynx, but the shape was wrong –they were round. The face came down to an elegant chin, very long and sharp. Only the ears were dotted; the rest of the head was a tan colour. The eyes were an intimidating gold. Overall, it was a very scary head.

Without a second thought, Damien shot the tool out and into the leaves.

The cat dropped like a rock, howling.

At first it was a howling, but ever-so gradually it became a foreign voice moaning in pain.

Max, recovering his composure, dropped Mary's hand, and zipped out to see who/what was ready to eat us.

"Uh, guys...?" he said from his spot standing over the animal.

"What?" Damien called.

"It's a person."

Damien looked dumbfound. We didn't know where we were, but it wasn't populated here.

So, being the only not struck dumb, or scared to the point where they can't breathe, I dropped the hands of Kate –who was no better that Mary, who was turning purple from lack of oxygen– and Jane, and stepped out to meet Max, right by his side.

Lying on the ground was a boy that looked to be 17, with dark chocolate skin –and he had Damien's spear lodged in his shoulder.

And so, we get Olistree.

I then realised something was missing –Kate. Didn't she come in with me?

No, no she hadn't.

But just as I was about to get up and port to her, wherever that was, she came in with Ollie, Damien and a very missed someone –Nina, the cat, right there in Ollie's muscled arms.

Jane, without a thought, shot up –apparently Alex had seen them– and turned her head so that she was facing the group.

She shot up, and stumbled. Alex wasn't attached to her body, or really close, so it was hard for her to detect the changes in distance –especially when she can't determine using her own eyesight, so her vision was most defiantly wrong.

Mary dropped the magazine, skidded on her knees to Jane, and Ollie shoved Nina on to Damien –rushing out to Jane, also.

"Are you ok?" they asked at the same time. Mary blushed, and Ollie looked uncomfortable. It was no secret that they had a thing going on...

It was Halloween. A year after finding Olistree or as Max had tagged him; Ollie.

Despite the fact that we were all too old for it, we were going trick or treating. Childish –yes. Fun –hell ya.

We walked up to the steps of a big house, and when the door opened revealing a nice old lady, we screamed "trick or treat".

"I still fail to comprehend why we must scream this "trick or treat". Surely the givers of 'candy' know why we are on their door, in this odd attire?" Ollie said, he had learned our language, despite the language barrier. He was constantly asking questions. It was hilarious when Max tried to explain things. He didn't have the answers, so he made them.

The statement was true enough. We were all dressed up. I was little red riding hood, Alex was Woody from toy story, Kate was Tinkerbelle, Mary was a model, Damien was a lumberjack, Ollie a gangster –which was hilarious considering it was Ollie. Jane wasn't dressed up as anything in particular. She was wearing sunglasses –for obvious reasons, a jean skirt, and a pink tank, carrying Nina.

Thank god Nina didn't see the pink –Jane would have freaked.

The old lady looked at him funny, but she gave us candy – oh hennery bars the full sized kind.

When the door closed Max did an air pump. A freaking air pump. And he thinks he's cool? Mm-hm and I'm a pyromaniac.

We walked down the small driveway, and into the trees.

"So, where to next?" Kate asked no one in particular.

"Let's hit the normal people houses." Alex said.

"Sure. Everyone..." I said and they all reached out and grabbed my hand, except Max –he ran away, preparing to meet us there. Stupid boy, I thought.

I pictured a nice neighbourhood, small comparatively, but quaint. And, - faster than Max, I was there.

We were in an alley –people tend to scream when a large group of teenagers, kids, and a cat pop out of nowhere.

I started walking out, but I was blocked by a group larger than ours. And it was only half; the other half was behind me, and the others.

My heart was in overdrive. It was like nothing else. It wasn't like running to get your heart up, no, because my body was soaked with fear, dread, concern, and even more emotions I couldn't explain. All of them were negative emotions.

"Here comes the big bad wolf red..."one of the men from the mass said in a sad attempt to sound sexy. Dear god, Even Max could turn someone on more! That's just scary... especially when Max's idea of sexy is a burping contest... mental gag.

I must have actually showing my distaste, because someone separated from the group, approaching me. I was about five steps ahead of Kate, Damien, Mary, Jane and Alex.

Damien cursing himself – I could tell. He'd left his guns at home –unable to keep them with his costume.

Mary was crying. I could hear her sobs.

And then I was overcome by a gut wrenching terror

"Now, can we please consider a motion of peace?" Ollie suggested, cowering into the ground in fear, his voice shaky. The guy just snorted.

The men continued to grab at us, until only Mary was left in the middle her knees shaking. When metal chains started to grow out of a mans wrists, in all my fear, I got more scared –if that's even possible. Because we were dealing with a mutant gang. A mutant gang. There were so many, so, so, many...

Ollie was absolutely fuming now. When one of the guys reached out to a now half, flickering invisible girl, he snapped. He howled, and now there was a giant lion. It had the same eyes as Ollie, a golden topaz. It was HUGE.

Needless to say, the change was enough. The men ran like Ollie was a mass murdering monster.

Mary fell to her knees, shaking, and I remembered something. I hadn't used my powers, id been too scared. As time passed and my head began to clear, I realised after that moment, no one had.

"One of the peoples' powers was to create emotions." Jane said –she had a mild ability sense, too.

Ollie was on the pavement, comforting a hysterical Mary.

Even Max, who was on the other side of town, doesn't like oh henrys.

I never liked them anyways –I'm more of a caramel person.

Back to reality.

Ollie was looking extremely uncomfortable, as was Mary.

"Give me my cat" Jane demanded. Damien handed her the insane, trying to eat him cat. He was in a hurry.

I stood up and addressed the group. "I'm doing a supply run –make your lists."

And with that, I crawled into bed, the one by a still oblivious Max.

So much for restless...

And that's as far as I got, because then I passed out –without brushing my teeth.

Wow. I'm doing well! Ok, it's semi-late, but it's LONG! How do you like Ollie? I'm not too confident in this chapter, but it's written, and it has more than one "past entry".

Tell me which one you want –the update thing. And who do you want her to end up with? If anybody... I'm pretty decided, but please tell me your POV.

Yes, I did update, but I wasn't happy with it, so I deleted it and re-wrote it. Sorry for the confusion.

Please, even if you've reviewed once, review again.

xOXo

-Leah