Chapter 8

Chloes POV

"So, does anyone know what Bretty and Clark can do?" I called as I strode into the lounge. Ming and the others were engrossed with the large screen. Ming being the most verbal one and shouting at it while the others kept shushing her. Not an uncommon thing might I add. Clark had gone out to pick up the scripts and none of us were planning on leaving until we knew what each other could do and control it.

I was rudely shushed by many of the group. I didn't even know what they were watching. From what it looked like it was Hunger games. Near the end from the Mutts ripping up Cato.

"You've seen this before, Ming," Iain hissed to her as she made another comment. It was kind of comical just watching. Deciding that they were a current lost cause, I headed to the snacks on the kitchen table. They must have forgotten they were there.

I jumped and choked on the biscuit as the door suddenly opened. Clark had reappeared.

"I got them, took a while to get all of them. I was told not to read them until I was in a safe secure environment." He said, not noticed my flushed faces as I tried to dislodge the food stuck in my windpipe. When he did he thumped my back, sending the bit straight down. I sucked in oxygen as he reappeared with a glass of blue water.

"Thanks…" I coughed. He sat down and handed me a thick large envelope. The Script. I took it from him and pulled it out. He did the same with his own.

I ran my eyes thorugh it.

"It's going to be filmed." I stated in surprised. "Cool. Totally different but had the same dynamic."

"Whoa, your character is the best friend of Hero than servant, while Beatrice is a close family friend of Leonardo. I guess they'll age Ming down a bit or make Brett look a little older so the audience doesn't get the wrong message."

I chuckled. Yeah, that would have to or they'd think of her character using Benedict as a boy toy or a cougar. That would not send out a good message to children.

"There's going to be a mixture of modern and Shakespeare speech as well. Different." I added, "And I have a larger role. Yay!" I clapped. "Though they've dumbed Hero and Claudio a bit."

Clark scoffed, reading the description. "Yeah, going to be fun."

"Awe you got the scripts! Why didn't you-" I heard a thud and whipped around to see Ming sitting on the floor in the door way. She forget to put her wings away when going through the door. That was almost as bad as running through a door whiles holding broom side wards. It never ended well.

"Ow." She rubbed her behind folding away the new attractions. Though I saw that her eyes had gone a full weird purple, her hair only had a few purple streaks. She must have gotten past freaking out about it now. "Stupid door, stupid wings." She muttered, cambering up but the door frame she was holding bend and twisted as she squeezed it.

"Careful." I sated, amused by it. Super strength wasn't good when you couldn't control it

"Trying, I keep breaking everything!" She whined, jumping into a seat.

"I wouldn't say everything." Clark added, smirking and sipping his own questionably yellow drink.

She rolled her eyes. I handed her the envelope carefully.

"Now open this with care." Clark commented, watching carefully. She eyes him with a flicker of annoyance before peeling back the paper which ripped loudly. Thankfully not damaging any important paper. She looked pleased and processioned to read through slowly.

The others collected theirs and began to read.

"Oh hey look, Hero and Claudio gets locked in a cupboard." Ming chuckled.

"You're not any better." Clark added, turning the page, "You get shut in a wicker basket. That's the scene where they trick Beatrice into believing Benedict loves her."

"Thanks," She muttered. "Unless I can control my strength, I'm really going to bring up questions. Like my eye for example. I had read streaks in my hair the other say, now I have purple."

"Meh, you wanted a colour change." Clark added, half paying attention to her.

"Have you shown any abilities?" I asked, finally.

"No," he answered, looking a little put out.

"Why don't you jump off the counter, see if you can fly?" Lil said, grinning.

"No, Ming's already tried that, didn't work now did it?" We all chuckled, Ming rolling her eyes at the vibe.

"It's not my fault the ceiling's too low and the ground was too high up."

"That's just you." I commented. "Those wings are larger than you."

"So are most things." She added, making a reference to the height difference between herself and the people around her. We all agreed silently to her.

We tried to settle back into reading into silence but the script would bring up loud conversations till we were suddenly cut off by Clark who sneezed very loudly but disappeared in a Pop.

"Where he go?" I asked dropping the script. We all looked around. Brett got up and beagn to open the Cupboards.

"What makes you think he'll be in there?" Elizabeth asked and personally began to search the rooms, Iain following and going a different direction. I opened the dishwasher as more of joke wich made Ming chuckle but I saw his glasses resting in the cutlery holder. I pulled them out.

"He really needs to clean them by hand, not by dishwasher." I joked, putting them on the table. I heard a pop then a thud from the other room. Ming hurried in first, accident bringing down the door when she banged into it, not having time to grab the handle. I saw that Iain had been flattened by Clark who was ontop of him.

"OW. Get off," Iain said them morphed into an Money and dashed from under him and onto the counter.

"What happened?"

"I got in the Plane!" He said, dazed but sat up slowly. "It just popped into my head as I sneezed? Scared the life out of May in the Cargo hold but I got out before anything really happened."

"Wait, you scared May?" Ming asked then broke out into chuckles. "That should have been a sight to see."

"Guys"

"What was her expression?" Elizabeth questioned , deeply amused.

"Well she looked pretty startled,"

"Oh really, a mystical man who looks like Coulson popping out of nowhere and disappeared into no nothing." I said, the tears welling up in my eyes. The picture was too funny to even think straight.

"Guys"

"Then what?" Ming questioned.

"What you think? I got the hell outs there. I didn't want to stay behind to see what happened."

"Guys" Brett called again.

"What?"

I glanced to see him staring down at his hand. At which I saw a small spinning cloud resting one, like a miniature tornado what was not having an effect.

"Cool!" Iain said, popping to human. It currently burst into a palm of flames which made all of us jump. Brett included who dropped it but it was water as it hit the ground.

"Freaky." Brett commented. He raise his hands higher, the water rose off the floor. He clipped hi fingers and it turned to fire then after another clip into little black stones.

"It looks a cross between Element manipulation and transmutation." I stated. I pulled out my phone and began to search on Wikipedia. "Wait I found it called Elemental Transmutation. Sounds cool- Hey" he took the phone off me and began to read it himself.

"So is it just the teleportation?" Ming asked.

Clark shrugged, standing up and brushed himself off.

"I found you glasses, their on the table, previously in the dishwasher."

He nodded then frowned then in a pop, leaving his show behind. I heard a quieter pop and a thud from the bathroom. Wrong room. I giggled. This was going to be fun to watch.

"Guys, the play people want us at the theatre tomorrow." Iain called, finding a note.

"Well get control over… well everything then we can think about that. Okay?" Lil agreed.

Yeah, everyone needed control. It was going to be very, very, very interesting.

What you think of their powers? I'll probably add more to Clarks than just Teleportation. I hope I've added more of their personality to them but I've never met them myself, so I'll start using the material from what I get from the cast interviews and things. I can't promise it'll be consistent. Plz Review on what you think and don't forget to read In the Mind Of The Cavalry.