Heather's POV

Why are people always looking at me?

It's not that I have a problem usually but at the moment I wish I was invisible.

I ask this to myself a lot, like now for example as I'm still in the busy part of the city. People look at me weird so I give them a dirty look back, then they ignore me, except for those sneaky glances.

I've been travelling from empty house to empty house for a good 6 months, and why should I do this? I'm the Weather Witch! Mistress to the elements, commander of the winds, chief of the rain and the hail, and I was living on the streets. Like some sort of hobo.

I'm not meant to be here. But no matter how many times I say that I never get out of my situations. I'm stuck, I've made my mistakes and now I have to deal with them. Actually, why am I blaming this on myself? I've been the innocent one in this whole thing!

It's been a year and a half since the whole Glison Academy deal, I stayed back after that. Thinking that, yeah, I would be treated as a hero, but I was totally alone. No one likes me, me! How can they not like me! But I was by myself in my own class, and when they finally rounded up some new students I was old news, heads above the rest in everything, from power class to English, so I was the younger loser in the senior classes and the smart ass in my own age! But then more and more students disappeared, and when I asked they said that R.A.W had got them. We were getting less and less people so they shut the school, sent the kids other places or back home. So I went home again, try and be normal. Be popular, pretty and just that little bit of smart back home.

After I got home I was back to normal, normal high school, normal life. Simply, normal.

But then my power got out of control and I zapped my cousin with lightning when I was mad at him one time, little twerp deserved it. I tried to tell my family it was an accident, that my power was out of control, but they were mind wiped from before, I tried to show them but my power wasn't working, so they sent me to a mental institution, thinking I was a killer without a purpose, that I was insane.

Of course that is only true back then.

I walked past a window and saw my pitiful reflection, I stopped, stroking the hair that had recently grown back. It was short, long enough to tie it back but short enough that I still looked strange to even myself. At least it was better than being bald.

After Duncan burned my hair off in the fight I had to wear a wig, but they don't let you wear wigs in an asylum, so I was bald and scared. All alone in one of those rooms. I was going crazy in there! I guess I am crazy now.

The only person who ever came to see me was Gwen, she only asked about Noah and then she left. I begged her, I actually begged, for her to help me get out. But she said that I had to stay there, it was the right thing and people would help me. Of course I hate her now.

But what they didn't know was that I was telling the truth, after 6 months of sitting and thinking that my family would come get me I decided to take action. So the next time one of the doctors tried to collect me for treatment, I shocked him. I didn't even recognise him after, he was so burnt. As I made my way out I zapped anyone in my way.

I killed people...but it felt so good to take control.

I got out and found myself in Fargo, North Dakota. No way to get home, not that I had anywhere to go.

So for my first night out I was trying to find somewhere to sleep, finding a homeless shelter and staying there. They didn't question the bare feet, the ripped and burned hospital gown or the too big jacket, believing when I told them that my mother had been hurting me and I had to get away. They welcomed me in and I felt almost safe.

The only problem with my plan, I had no way to get money and I can't sleep in the shelter every day otherwise they might get suspicious. So for the last 5 months I sleep in abandoned homes or on the streets. You could say I'm a bit rough now, trusting no one. I would say you're right.

I'm not in a gang, but I can protect myself.

I broke into a store and stole some money to feed myself and some clothes, so I was in my old clothes pretty much and a fitting jacket, of course they get dirty but I can use a machine when I break into a house, have a hot shower, watch some TV, charge up my phone. You know, just the essential stuff, but I always leave the home as though I was never there, or people might get scared and get better locks.

On the streets I had to learn to fight, to be tough, to be a shell of a person when I'm in situations and just go with my instincts. I'm not a ninja or anything, just that I'm hostile, to say simply.

Touch me and you're dead. That's my motto.

I can't tell you how many people don't listen to that motto.

"Hey baby" someone says behind me, I turn my head to see one of the other guys, talked to him a couple of times but he was always high. I guess he's down for a bit, from what I heard from the slutty teen moms on the streets he sleeps with girls and leaves them, not my problem, I don't care.

But if he comes near me he dies.

It's not that I have a problem with the whole "touching thing", just that after you have people shoving stuff down your throat, poking and prodding you with fingers and needles, then the drug tests, you get to that point where a touch means fire on your skin. And we all know being burnt hurts.

So to stop getting touched by the flames of other people, I fight them off. A good punch in the face always solves my problems. "What do you want?" I asked him.

"Just looking for a good time, hoping that you might join me?"

"Not if my life depended on it you low life" I answered and kept walking. He didn't stop though and kept following me, I guess he's one of those dumb ass guys who think that if you don't give up you get the girl. This time he is dead wrong.

Then he did something unforgivable, he grabbed my hand. In that second something else took over my body.

I turned swiftly around and kicked him in the chest, but he was still standing so I punched him in the face. "Stay away from me" I hissed, turning around and going back.

"Hey you can't do that! Don't you know who I am? Hey! I'm talking to you"

And now I'm at that point where I don't give a shit anymore. So I turned back around and lifted my arms above my head, my power making the blood in my veins bubbling. And soon enough it was raining, good no visuals on people looking at us, then I used the power of lightning to electrocute him.

His shrieks of pain don't bother me. He's better off dead anyway.

I didn't make it stop raining as I walked to the building I was hiding out in. It was a good shower and I felt cleaner after it. But I was still dirty, I don't think I will ever be clean. So my life has been split into 6 months each, 6 months of school, 6 months of the crazy house and 6 months on the street. Now I wonder what is next?

Maybe I should get a job, try and live my life. But who wants to hire a person like me off the street?

It's only me now. And I have to accept that.

I'm not going to be okay.

I finally found my home for the last 2 weeks, I opened the door and shook the water from my hair, I looked around the room in case anyone had come in here while I was gone, so far it was the dark and dirty home I've always had. There was my sleeping bag, a couple of abandoned boxes of clothes, candles and my back pack which had a few tins of food in case I couldn't buy something hot.

I never thought this would happen to me.

I'm Heather Lang, for Christ's sake!

I'm the friggen Weather Witch and I'm living like a homeless person...because I am a homeless person. I sighed as I took off my jacket and hanging it on an old manikin, I guess this is sort of better than a lot of things. At least I'm my own person.

But I think I've seen the worst of people. People like precious Gwen are trying to protect their families, well, I want to kill mine. Normal people don't understand people like me, and if they can't they use the stone age practice of beating you with a stick. Well I'll show them, I'll show them all (I'm not going to insert an evil laugh because that is just tacky), I'm just not strong enough, too weak. I need help.

Yeah, sure, my power can cause an entire city to be taken up in a tornado, but I'm just so jumpy at the moment that I can't really control anything, if I get mad then everything gets out of control. I mean, on a day when I am scared or something, I can actually see the electricity travelling along my fingers, my hair slightly big with static.

And if you touch me on those days you are in for a good zap. Nothing major, just might lose feeling in your arm for a couple of hours. I can still control the weather but not as well as a year ago, the weather reflects my mood now and I can't stop it, sometimes that even means putting myself in danger. And I'm not prepared to do that.

I walked over to my bed and fell down on it, taking out my one piece of technology as I did, my Iphone, yeah I knew, silly little rich kid. But I need to be able to have some sort of technology, just to check up on the world, see if Gwen makes any contact because she told all of us that she would, and I don't want her dropping in to see me, see me like this.

The institute was better, at least it looked like my parents cared.

No messages, no nothing, I guess I should be happy, but if can be kind of lonely.

My life sucks, that's it, I can't say anything else about my life that will make me feel better. I'm on the run from a mental hospital, living in an abandoned shop in stolen clothes, stealing money to feed myself and to pay for my phone, and running from my old friends so they don't see what I have become.

I'm ashamed of my life.

oOOo

I felt free, I knew I was dreaming but I never want to wake up, the wind in my hair my old uniform making me feel in control. I felt clean and powerful, the lightning flashed around me but it didn't touch me.

My hands were clenched in concentration, but if felt good to feel my nails in my palms, drawing blood, because I felt different. This was me in control for once, I wasn't looking to kill, I was doing this because I wanted to.

Oh god how I missed feeling in power.

I no longer felt vengeful, I felt sorry for those who wronged me.

But all too soon I woke from my dream. "Shit" I muttered, hitting my head against the pillow a couple of times "Why!" and for what feels like the hundredth time, I cried myself back to sleep. My life was not worth it. I have nothing to live for anymore.

oOOo

I woke up. It was pretty dark still and it was raining. Hm, I guess the dream affected my powers and now my powers are making it rain. I shrugged as I got up and rubbed my face. Another day in this hell hole.

I don't want to go out today, nothing to do and nothing to say. I rolled myself up in my blanket and tried to close my eyes, facing towards the boxes near the back wall.

Suddenly there was a large crash and I felt the wind and rain cross my body. I jumped out of my makeshift bed to see what or who had entered my home when I made it obvious to the other homeless people that if they ever came in here I would kill them. Not beat up, kill.

A single figure stood in my doorway, she wore a leather jacket, gloves and her black outfit that fell of the shoulders and had short shorts and long boots with a pointed heel. Sexy as, I had a uniform like that. Gwen had also added a teal belt just to complete her outfit, the belt flickered on and off with life. Must be some sort of belt phone or something, since with her super speed it would be easier to hold nothing in case it got ripped out of her hands by the speed.

"Heather!" she greeted with a smile, lifting up a pair of glasses and shaking her wet hair "Long time and no see"

"Thankfully" I muttered, lying back down again, I would wait and see what she wanted...mostly because I can't attack her in my state. "What do you want?"

"I just came to see if you were alive. You haven't answered any of my calls for a couple of months"

I wonder why, I thought to myself, fingering the hole in my pants. I don't want anyone seeing me like this. Weak. It's awful. "I'm going to ask you again. What are you doing here? You never gave me a thought before. And when you did it was all "Noah" stuff"

Gwen sighed and slammed the door shut behind her "I came to tell you that I'm trying to make up the old team again. Of course minus Courtney, Duncan and Harold"

"Why get rid of them? They were rather good at their jobs"

Gwen slapped her head "Oh right you don't know. Mental institution wouldn't let you know stuff like that" she hissed, she then looked at me with sad eyes, but I glared back "They joined R.A.W. you know, that company that kidnapped Bridgette and held her hostage and tested her?"

"I know the bloody group" I snapped.

"Yeah, well, that means we have 3 less people. I need you on the team, you're strong and I need someone to bitch about"

"Thanks for that" I told her, turning away from Gwen and looking out the shop window to see the rain pelt the window "I'm not going to join you" I told her after awhile.

"What! Why!" she yelled.

"Because loads of reasons, one being you didn't break me out, and because I don't want to. I'm fine here"

Gwen snorted "You're fine here?" she taunted, I heard her moving around the room and I let my head drop and lie on top of my knees that I held to my chest. "Heather, you're living in a slum, you are stealing food and your clothes have holes in them"

"Well thanks for pointing that out Gwen, I wouldn't have noticed" stupid mind reading ability. Damn Ms Watson for having that stupid power, now Gwen can sort of do it. "But I'm better off alone. I don't work well as a team"

"Heather" Gwen said, sitting next to me and sighing...please don't give me a pep talk "We come into the world alone" shit "- and we leave the same way... the time we spend in-between... time spent alive, sharing, learning... together... is all that makes life worth living."

"Stop reading my mind you freak" I hissed at her, jumping up from my bed. Gwen looked at me in confusion and I ruffled my hair with my fingers, making it look even worse that it already was "Just leave me alone. I'm worthless and fighting with you will only make my life worse."

"But Heather! This isn't about only you!" Gwen yelled at me, looking very angry, my power in her made the rain pelt harder against the window. Even the freak can control my power better than I do. And she has like 20 other powers to focus on in there. "For once in your miserable little life think about someone else!"

"Who are you thinking about Gwen?" I snapped "You only want this stupid team so you can protect your little family. Get it through your head. The humans are better off dead."

"How dare you say that!" she screeched. "Your family is human-"

"Yeah and look at me now!" I said, throwing up my arms, a lightning bolt illuminated the room "I'm homeless Gwen! If there were no Norms then I would be better off. I would be free, I wouldn't be blamed for accidents that I can't control! You are bringing your entire team down! They don't deserve what happened to them yet you are sprouting of this shit that Norms don't mean it"

"Because they don't! There are few bad Norms and you are treating every normal person is going to treat you the same way. Just like there are few bad Power People, but we know that not all of us are like that"

"You don't get it Gwen" I laughed without humour, then grinned insanely at her "I'm one of those people!"

"You aren't Heather!"

"Yes I am!" I shouted back. Gwen backed down but I felt no sympathy. She wanted me to help people that had cursed me and sent me to horrible places, and it was their fault now that I was now. "Get out" I hissed.

"Heather!-"

"I said, Get out!" I screamed. "I will never join you and trust me Gwen, I'm going to stop you harming Noah. He is doing the world a favour. But stopping you now is impossible, so I'm going to bide my time and when you least expect it I'm going to get you and your little group of do gooders."

Gwen glared at me then lowered her glasses, "You will join us eventually Heather. You are not entirely a bad person"

"I doubt that" I hissed.

Gwen shrugged and she left out of my door. Leaving me along to cry. Me? Help Gwen? Sure, under other circumstances I would help her out, but to help people who have hurt me and tried to kill me. I wasn't going to do that. But what I was going to do next was going to be a challenge. I had to stop Gwen.

oOOo

Another day, great. What has this got to enlighten me?

I have nothing to live for, I have nothing to hope for and no one to save me. The only person who might of cared thinks I'm dirt now.

Sometimes I wonder if I'm not better off dead, then at least I wouldn't shock people with my powers. I pull on my jacket and brush my hair with an old comb, wonder what I will do today. It's pretty early so I might go to the park and hang out for awhile, the misty mornings are great since I can go out and no one can find me. I get the fresh air and my power settles a little.

I sighed and pulled my hair back into a hair tie, I opened the door and left my shop, stuffing my hand into my pockets as I did. It was still pretty cold since it was so early in the morning. My hair crackled as a drop of water fell on my head.

I think I should stay away from water for awhile, just until I can get the electricity of my power under control. I sighed as I walked to the park, but when I started to reach the swings I heard the sound of other people walking on grass. Okay, so I know I don't own this park, but anyone that chooses to be quiet around me and follows me has another thing coming.

I turned around quickly and saw two black shapes, I rubbed my eyes with a free hand and I saw the shapes were walking towards me "Oh for the love of god! Leave me alone!" I yelled at the shapes. I knew who they were.

A light came and I could see the two figures more clearly, my old friends and team mates, Courtney and Duncan. Although it was freezing out here (I was in too much of a funk to make it warmer) Courtney was wearing a really revealing outfit, but Duncan looked warm enough. "What the hell are you doing here?" I asked, moving my hand away but still in a defensive position.

"Heather? We are here for Heather?" Courtney asked Duncan, like I couldn't hear her.

"Yeah, didn't I tell you?"

"No you idiot!" she hissed. She wrapped a hand around her stomach and hissed in pain as she stepped over a fallen tree. Duncan rushed to help her but Courtney blew him off "I'm fine"

"Great, more freaks" I said under my breath, they snapped their heads up and walked another step so we were only a yard or two apart. Courtney iced herself up so her hair, unlike last time, stuck to the side of her head like real ice instead of hair. "Hey, back off, I got nothing you want" I said in defence.

"You could" Duncan snapped. "You have power-"

"Look, she hasn't done anything so just leave the homeless girl alone, it will be too much effort to bring her in anyway, we already have someone with her sort of power" Courtney told Duncan, putting a hand to his shoulder. She leant over and whispered something into Duncan's ears, he kissed her frozen cheek in return, Courtney then turned back to me with frosty eyes "Tell us everything you know about Gwen" she asked.

"What's in it for me?" I asked.

Duncan took an aggressive step forward "How about I don't burn you alive?"

"Calm down Duncan" Courtney whispered.

I shook my head at them "Give me one good reason why I shouldn't blow your head off after what you've done to me?" I yelled at them.

"What have we done to you?" Duncan yelled back, firing up as he stepped towards me. My power overwhelmed me for a moment and all I could see was electricity in front of my eyes. I gained control again but my power was out of whack, I could feel that there was a twister somewhere, and my power had caused it. I will do something about that later, but at the moment I have to defend myself.

"What have you done to me?" I asked "Look at me! I'm homeless, my power is taking over me and you don't even care."

"How is this our fault?" Courtney screeched.

"You destroyed my life with your little company. You don't help people you make them worse! When you joined that stupid team you took so many people in over the vacation they had to shut the school. I actually needed that school. My power is out of control and I can't do it anymore!" I yelled at them. Wind whipping past my head and getting in my eye.

But I was so mad, I wanted to burn these idiots alive. I know, most of what happened to me was just fears of other people overreacting, and some of it was my fault, but I felt better blaming someone else. "So there. Do what you want with me!" I screamed at them "I have nothing to live for! So kill me!"

"Sorry about your life Heather" Duncan apologised trying to block Courtney who pushed him out of the way.

"Don't say sorry" I hissed "It's just words out of your mouth. You don't mean a word of it"

"I'm sorry Heather" Courtney apologised, and I don't know but I guess she actually meant it, her eyes were sort of shiny, but not in an ice like way, sort of like tears. "We won't bother you. But if you hear a word from Gwen, and you tell us, we can help you get your old life back. A better one" she told me.

I perked up and let my defences down. A better life? And all I had to do was find Gwen and give her to R.A.W? But wait, if R.A.W were all powerful and everything, then why did they need my help, I'm an out of control Power Person, living off scraps and sleeping in an abandoned shop. Yeah, I'm a total warrior. "Why can't you do it?" I asked.

"Don't ask questions" Courtney snapped "Just answer me"

I paused "If I capture her then what do I get?" I asked.

"Peace" Duncan hugged Courtney to him, turning away from me and looking over the misty ground. "We help you with your power"

"But wait a second" I said, stepping towards them "What happens if I can bring you a whole bunch of people?" I asked them. They jerked their heads up. I grinned at them as I walked towards them "When I find Gwen's team I will bring R.A.W the whole lot. In return I want minds erased, my power gone and I remember nothing of the last 2 years."

"What do you mean when?" Duncan asked. "The odds of you winning against Gwen's whole teams are nil."

I lifted my hand and tried to feel through Courtney's hair. She jerked back as if I burned her but I smiled at her, Courtney! Oh my god! I just solved it! Why they were asking for help!

Miss A type was one of those people they were testing! They need my help so they can save Courtney before they went too far and killed her, they needed me help "You know, when I was in the institution I was exactly like you" I smiled at Courtney. She looked up at me with those big stupid white blue eyes "I was jumpy, didn't let anyone help and I cut deals that I couldn't make"

"I don't know what you are talking about" Courtney whispered.

"Keep telling that to yourself darling." I pulled a hair from Courtney's head and held it between my fingers, watching it melt. If people needed me I felt power, I felt better already, more like my old self, I was cold and cruel "You are weak." I smiled at her, crushing the hair in my hand.

"Say that to my face, not hers" Duncan said, pushing me away from Courtney.

"Look, I know you and your little girlfriend here are in trouble. Give me a chance to catch Gwen and her entire team and I promise you that with all the new people they will give up on Courtney" I told Duncan, staring him in the eye as Courtney's breath hitched. "All I ask in return is that you make this whole adventure disappear" I tapped my head.

"How can we trust you?" Duncan asked finally.

"Gwen came to me. Has she come to you?" I asked.

Courtney's eyes widened with rage. "You said-"

"Yeah I know I lied. But I was protecting myself. But I'm telling you now that Gwen will trust me to come back, she thinks there might still be some good in me, some part of me that likes Norms. Let me tell you, I hate them. I hate them all. I hate Norms for making me feel afraid and I hate our kind for making me like this. I just want to pretend none of this and I can be happy again"

Courtney sighed and nudged Duncan, who moved away and started to talk into his phone. Courtney looked at me with cold eyes and I was slightly afraid of what she would do "What are your plans?" she asked me.

"I have one. Rather simple" I told her "And I'm the only one who can pull this off. You can't, he can't, no one can pull this off except myself"

Duncan returned and put his arm around Courtney "We have a deal. Bring them all to us and we give you back your life."

I grinned at them, "Perfect" I answered. They gave a curt nod and then they made their way away from me. I hugged myself. My old life! I was going to be stupid and confused but who cares. I was going to erase the whole thing out of my memory and I was going to be happy again. I was going to have my family, my friends, a home.

It was going to be okay.

For once in the last 2 years I could say that with confidence. It was going to be okay.

I was going to be okay.