After the shower, I can honestly say I looked (and smelled) better. The glass across from me was fogged from the over use of hot water. I stepped out gingerly, with the towel Pietro loaned me wrapped around my body, and I wiped the mirror so I could see myself. What do you know, I still looked the same – just crappy little me. At least there is no mud and I'm happy to report I'm not a monkey anymore. Hopefully I wasn't in there for long.

The clothes he had taken from Wanda were on the toilet – a dark pink – almost red – shirt and white jean shorts. There were black boots with pink, fuzz on the inside. I quickly shove them on and comb my hair with a random comb. My tie was on the sink, so naturally I put my hair back to how it was. Like I said before, I looked exactly the same (and that's not something I particularly like). I sigh deeply.

As much as I despise the evil, maybe I should learn to like them. It can't be that hard. I open the door and feel the brisk air attack me, but I brush it off and continue down the stairs. There is laughter (villain's laugh?) from the living room. Well, here goes nothing.

I look into the room, scoping the area. There was a fat guy in a chair, Pietro, some guy who just ate a bug (so attractive), a dude with ripped jeans, a man with a full, orange and red suit and the only other girl – Wanda. They didn't seem to notice me, so naturally it was time to clear my throat very loudly. They all turn their heads toward me, and there is that awkward, stranger's silence.

"Is that her?" The fat one asked. Pietro appeared beside me and slung his arm around my neck, dragging my face near his neck. "Yes, it is. Her name is Vivian, code name yet to be discovered. The chubby one is Fred, or the Blob, the mysterious one is Lance, or Avalanche, the ugly one is Todd, or Toad and Wanda is the Scarlet Witch."

"And the one in the awful uniform?"

"Eh mate! I made this meself! I'm Pryo and you best not disrespect me" Is he Australian? No way, that's hot. I'm not going to sugarcoat it. He was a strawberry blonde with a decent body that was mostly covered and I wasn't kidding – it was ugly, but he was not. He was obviously older, though. Mid-twenties maybe? Sadly I am seventeen so there goes that pipe dream.

"What's your real name?"

"It ain't none of your business. Now, I heard your power is absorbing others, like Rogues or something" I've read about that Rogue chick, how she takes peoples energy or powers.

"Not even close, fire boy. Just throw fire at me"

"Gladly" He grins slightly and points his hands toward me. Alright, I can do this. He aims and shoots without a second thought. Wow, he would really kill me if he could. That crazy jerk! Anyway, the fire comes hurdling toward me. Come on, I can do this. The flame engulfs me, whisking around my body, but it doesn't touch me. Instead it disappears from their view.

I can feel it, though. The power is rushing through my veins. It's like, adrenaline on steroids. My body bounces slightly, bobbing up and down. Oh my god, it's the best feeling in the world! It gets better every single time and… I need to blow something up. Now. I bit my lip and look over at Pietro, who is now standing beside me and watching in amusement. Is this how he always feels?

"Looks like our little Sheila is in love with power." It's so true. I point my hand at the TV, which would create more of an explosion. Instead of fire that comes out, it looks more like a laser, except it's not because it disintegrates the TV in a second. Mad with power, I suppose, I watch while grinning like an idiot. I'm not gonna lie, I'm trying so hard not to laugh. That's why I bite my lip.

Anyway, I walk toward the wall and put my hand on it, dragging it across. As I do that, the part I touch slowly melts away. If I did this to every wall the whole house would go down. How fun would that be?! I should totally try it. "Hey, she's going to burn this place down, yo!" Toad yells. Yes I will, and I'll will love every second of it.

"Yeah, someone stop her!" The Blob yelled. I know that Pietro could stop me in an instant. The others could too, but the only person who spoke up had an Aussi accent and needed a serious makeover. "I've got it, mate"

I continue to walk, the power controlling my every move. Wow, why is it so powerful? Usually I can control it but… whoa. It feels so good it hurts. Pyro steps in front of me. I could easily burn his suit off, and that is pretty tempting, but I hold back. He grabs and pushes me against the wall forcefully, using two hands. His face just inches away from mine, he says; "You really are a crazy one, aren't ya, luv?"

"You have no idea"

Of course, I love making confusing characters with a past or thoughts that you can't fully understand at first. :) Please review and ENJOY.