Prologue

In a small wood surrounded town right outside of Washington a large white house stood engulfed in flames, ash and soot covered the pristine white paint of a once loving family home.

Regina Rexton sat in front of the blaze cradling her youngest child in her arms, a two- year old little boy with soft brown hair, and big hazel eyes, while her husband Victor tried to control the blaze. She had a terribly troubled look on her face as she gazed out at the dense forest, the trees were shaking, the wind was picking up, dark clouds were rolling in and there was a pillar of smoke starting to make itself visible off in the distance. A tear rolled down her cheek as she sent off a silent prayer for her other six children.

The echo of pounding foot -steps could be heard all around the forest even over the rising sway of the tree branches, there were a group of cold blooded killers out running down there pray- a group of elementals more specifically the time bombs that possessed the will to bend fire.

Hunters.

They dedicated themselves to ridding the world of a "Dangerous" race that was almost extinct already and they had finally located one of the strongest bloodlines left, they didn't seem to mind the fact that they had their military grade firearms pointed at children.

Bastion Rexton a sixteen- year-old boy with a love for laughter had no trace of amusement on his face now, he stood in the middle of the forest with his arms stretched over his head. His jaw length curls hung in his eyes, eyes that had in his desperation and rage had taken on a blue tone that was as dark as the raging sea. The water was under his command and he had willed it to pour, and the clouds were getting darker by the second.

On his shoulders sat his little sister Calliope who at fifteen was still only a bubbly redheaded child, yet here she sat strong and dangerous, her small hands were also pointed toward the sky. Her red velvet hair was whipping around her violently and her eyes were pure white, the air obeyed the little one's command as it rushed around her and through the trees making it hard to hear and to see.

Loraine was seventeen she was strong and agile, and part one of the second set of Rexton twins. Her athletic frame was perch up in the branches of a large oak tree, she had her hand on the bark and her eyes closed in concentration her element was earth and she was using it to her advantage out in the forest. She could use the roots of the trees that ran deep into the ground to pin point where the hunters where and when he could lock onto one she lifted the tree roots and knock them off their feet.

Marcelle was running. She knew that Adaline was a little way in front of her and that her twin Dante was "hunting" the hunters but they were gaining on her and she was losing hold of the heat that flooded her veins. The forest was one of the only places her and Dante had a large disadvantage. If they used their powers they would most likely burn the whole forest down around their siblings.

Her feet were leaving singed foot prints in the grass behind her and her eyes were flickering with fire, her blood was pounding in her ears and her breath was coming out in hot pants.

She hung a quick left around a bend of trees as she glances behind her just barely catching sight of the black jackets that the hunters wore. She turned around to face to front of her again and gasped skidding to a stop causing her to struggle to stand upright.

In front of her was a lake, the water was so cold that the air coming off of it was almost causing steam to rise from her over heated skin, she caught her sisters terrified eyes from across it and stumbled back turning around to face the group of hunters that were closing in.

They grinned when they caught sight of her, the girl made of fire frozen in her path. They didn't hesitate to raise their weapons and her reflexes kicked in half a second too late.

A shot echoed through the trees, a searing pain ripped through her shoulder and the fire flickered out of her eyes, leaving them terrified and hazel, she stumbled back into the lake and Adaline screamed.

Another shout louder than her own caused Adaline to glance up at her older brother. Dante stood behind the group of hunters, rage in his fire filled eyes, flames had engulfed his fists and his chest was heaving, Adaline stood watching the bead of sweat trail from his right temple down the side of his neck and realized that he was about to lose it. She glanced at the lake, through the steam billowing out around it and took in the still form of her oldest sister, her body temperature was starting to cool down far too much and the water around her was turning red.

Adaline wasted no time pilling off her jacket and diving into the icy depths, water was her element she knew it wouldn't harm her.

The fire Dante felt in his veins was spreading, it didn't just cover his hands anymore, it had started to engulf his feet and crawl up his neck, his body temperature was getting to be too high even for him and he couldn't catch his breath anymore. The heat in the center of his chest was coming to a climax when he felt the presence of his siblings arrive behind him and Loraine's voice scream out.

"Dante no!"

It was too late.

Dante glanced back at his siblings in the rearview mirror of his black hummer, Calliope's hair was still wind-blown and was practically suffocating Bastion because of her place against his shoulder. Bastion was still damp from his rainstorm and both of them were sleeping.

The Twins were in the car in front of his, he could see Adaline on the left and Loraine on the right side of the car seat holding Roman, his father was driving and his mother kept turning her head to make sure they were still behind them.

Marcelle was pasted out in his passenger seat, his twin sister had a bloody bandage covering her shoulder and she was still too cool to be considered normal, but she was alive and that's all that mattered. They all were, all except the hunters. Dante's inferno had taken them all, and most of the forest, his siblings were thankfully spared and he had only suffered very mild burns on his hands from the exertion of power that was even too much for himself.

Physically they were alive but emotionally would take a little longer to heal. They had been driven from their childhood home, which had been burned to the ground, chased and shot at and forced to flee. Bastion had closed his eyes and thrust his hand out toward a map and they had packed up and headed toward wherever his hand landed.

Dante sighed when he saw the sign.

"Welcome to Beacon Hills"