"There she is!" Keisha said happily, pointing me out as I walked toward them at the main headquarters for the Treatorian Collective where the SNL was located. The Treatorian Collective is the world's highest concentration of superhuman individuals. Lots of different people work here, like business men running their companies out of the top floor and, of course, the superheroes. The building was white marble, the windows having a slight blue tint. The building was pretty, with the faint gold and silver accents decorating the building.

However, the building had a dark history. Back when people with superhuman abilities first came around, this building was the headquarters of Revengers, a group of superpowered humans that wanted to strike revenge against the normal humans that treated them like freaks, aka the long time enemies of the SNL. After the SNL took it back, close to the end of The Gravity, what everyone calls the event that first made superhumans appear and the events that transpired afterwards, the SNL decided to use it for their own headquarters as one last final blow to the Revengers.

I guess that's why the building has to be beautiful: to mask the ugly truth of what happened inside it's walls.

"What are we doing here?" I asked, crossing my arms as I looked at the group. We were all dressed in workout clothes on a Sunday morning. It was after a Saturday band competition, Callum knew that well, and I was so tired that it felt like I could pass out at any moment.

"Well, our club was my aunt's idea, so she gets us a private training room so that we can train properly." Callum explained as we walked in, a woman with bright red hair and heavy freckles stood by the entrance, holding the door open. Callum smiled when he saw her. "Morning Aunt Beth!"

"Morning Callum!" She said happily as Callum passed, getting him under her arm and rubbing a hand through his curly hair, making it messier than it already was. "How's my favorite nephew doing?"

"I'm good."

"So that's the mighty Unicorn." I muttered to myself.

"Eh. You get used to her after a while." Becky said jokingly as she followed the group into the building. Unicorn smiled lovingly at me, like a mother gathering one of her children.

"You must be Anneliese. Callum told me about you." Unicorn said, smiling at me warmly, like a mother would to one of her children.

"Yeah, that's me." I said uneasily.

"Ms. Baxter, you have a meeting with Speeds and-" A man said as I walked inside of the building, approaching Unicorn hesitantly.

"Volume, I know." Unicorn said, patting me on the head. I felt myself shrivel away when she did it. "I just wanted to welcome the newest member of the Youths Against Killer Supervillains!"

"There's another member of Y.A.K.S." The man asked, exhaustedly. Clearly, I wasn't the only new addition Unicorn neglected to tell him about.

"Can I join the rest of the group now?" I asked anxiously, watching the group study me from afar. It felt like I was being studied by a group of scientists.

"Of course dear! I'll catch up with you kids later!" Unicorn said, pushing me towards the group.

I fell in line behind Becky as I noticed the boy from the football game slow his steps and start walking beside me.

"I never quite got to thank you for the football game." He said shyly. His British accent was thick, reminding me of what I imagined royalty sounding like. It wasn't deep or anything, lower than mine by a long shot, but there was something about his voice that demanded authority. As he walked, he kept running his hands through his already messy black hair, so messy that it reminded me of a lion's mane.

"No, it's fine. No thanks necessary." I said, turning left with the group as we entered a staircase.

"Well, can I properly introduce myself? We haven't exactly done that yet."

"Right..." I said, nervously laughing as I held out my hand for him to shake. "I'm Anneliese. Anneliese Andrews."

"Edward Potter." Edward gripped my hand and shook it firmly. He didn't crush it, so he probably didn't have super strength or anything.

"Potter? Are you serious?"

"Yes, why?"

"You're British, and there's another British character named Harry Potter." I said, laughing a bit as Edward and I released our hands. I smirked a little, trying to stop myself from laughing. "Any relation?"

"You know, I wish I could say that you're not the first person to say that, but you are. Color me impressed." Edward said, a slightly mischievous glint in his eyes growing.

"Why are you so impressed? Is it because of that dumb blonde stereotype, because I can guarantee that at my last school I was at the top-"

"No, no no, it's not because of that." Edward said, laughing a bit under his breath. "I'm just... Surprised that people read anymore."

"We do school reading."

"For fun."

"Oh." I said, looking down at the ground uneasily. It's true that reading has gone down in the past couple years. Heck, nobody even bothers to print out books anymore because barely anyone reads them. Most of our reading, we can find audio books of, and even then, most only do it for school work. When you have superheroes flying around your city with different types of villains to fight, who needs other forms of entertainment like books and magazines. Most e-books are free now since barely anyone reads for pleasure. "My grandmother gave me all of her books from when lots of people read for pleasure."

"Genuine paperbacks?"

"And hard covers." I said, smiling a bit. "I have three whole bookshelves with books in them. Harry Potter was my gateway drug to reading."

"What other books do you have?" Edward asked excitedly.

"What don't I have is the better question. I have too many books to count! Every book Rick Riordan has ever written, the Lunar Chronicles, The Hunger Games trilogy, the Kingdom Keepers-"

"You read the Kingdom Keepers! I didn't even know copies of that still existed!"

"Can you book nerds stop freaking out on each other?" Becky teased as we walked into an underground bunker type place, with a high ceiling and dark blue walls. There were red mats set up on the ground, taking up the entire room. The room looked like it was the size of a football field. "We're in the training room?"

"The what?" I asked, giving Callum a confused look. I know they had told me that's where we were going, but I didn't expect anything like this.

"We wanna see how you fight." Callum explained, grabbing me by the shoulders and guiding me to a center mat. "It's so we know how much we need to teach you."

"Okay..."

"Anyone gonna volunteer to go up against her?" Callum asked, staring at each of the other kids.

Edward slowly shot up his hand. "I volunteer as tribute, I guess."

"I didn't know I'd have to prove myself." I said uneasily.

"Don't think of it as proving yourself." Keisha said, pulling a laptop out of her black messenger bag at her side as she quickly logged on, staring at me intently. "Think of it as showing off what you already know."

"Do I have to use my powers?" I asked cautiously.

"Well... Yeah." Trayvon said, rolling his eyes. "What did you think was gonna happen, you'd take Ed on without them?"

"Well-"

"It's not that hard, I promise." Becky said, dragging Callum aside.

"I'm sorry about this." Edward said uneasily, holding his hands out in front of his body, somewhat spread out.

"Sorry about-" I started to ask as my body was thrown into the air and slammed down on the ground. "Ow..."

"Going a little hard there, aren't you Edward?" Keisha asked, not blinking as she stared at us. Her eyes glowed a faint green,contrasting with her usual dark brown. I thought I was seeing things for a second before Edward lifted me up again just to slam me back down to the ground.

"You told me to fight her!" Edward shot back, his hands drooping. Taking it as my chance, I got up and ran towards Edward, jumping up as I drew my fist back and punched Edward's shoulder. Edward instantly crumpled under me, staring up at me with wide eyes. "But clearly, we underestimated her."

"You're supposed to take him down using your powers, Anneliese." Keisha reiterated, glancing down at her computer for a second.

"There's more to a person than powers. I didn't need to shock him to take him down."

"That's..." Keisha said, sighing heavily. "Never mind..."

Edward quickly punched my glasses off of my face, careful not to hit my nose as my glasses skirted to Callum's feet. In an instant, I felt electricity arc through my body as I was somehow thrown off of Edward. I miraculously managed to land on both of my feet and struck Edward with two arcs of electricity coming from my hands. Edward was thrown back against Becky, who managed to make some clones of herself to cushion the fall.

"Anneliese, reign it in!" Callum said as he and Trayvon ran towards me.

"No, stand back!" I yelled, feeling electricity burn beneath my eyes as more blue lightning shot out of my hands. In an instant, my vision went black.

When I managed to open my eyes, I was in a painfully white room, laying down on what felt like a bed. Edward was hovering over me, nervously holding my glasses in his hands. His black hair was frizzed into an afro around his head, surrounding him like a halo. When he saw me, his face went into a relieved expression. "You're okay."

I slowly started to sit up, a metallic taste in my mouth, as Edward quickly put his left hand on my chest, close to my neck. "No, you passed out during training, you shouldn't get up!"

"Why are you even here?"

"Because it felt like this whole thing was partially my fault and I wanted to make sure you were okay."

"Well, as you can see, I'm okay, and if you'll excuse me, I have to get home." I said uneasily, pushing against Edward's grip on my shirt.

"Anneliese, listen to me-" Edward said, his free hand dropping my glasses onto the bed and grabbed my wrist. I felt electricity burn behind my eyes as the world around me faded to black again, a feel I knew all too well. Another premonition.

Edward was sitting against a wall outside of the school building. He turned towards his left, looking straight at me.

"Sometimes," He said, turning and staring at the ground blankly. "We don't get to control what happens to us. This... Power of your’s, it isn't a curse. It's a gift."

"-liese! Anneliese, talk to me!" Edward said, snapping his right hand in front of my face. Once I was staring at him, he let out a relieved sigh. "Your eyes went all white, I got really worried. It... It felt like you were intruding my brain."

"Wait... You felt that?" I asked cautiously, stuffing my hands underneath my legs to avoid that from happening again.

"What happened?"

"While we were fighting, or just now?"

Edward laughed uneasily. "Something tells me that they're one in the same."

"I'll only tell you if you give me back my glasses." I said, staring Edward in his dark green eyes.

His eyes narrowed, then he held out my glasses. "Here. Take them."

I hesitated for a second, remembering the last time we made skin contact. "Set them down on the bed."

"What?"

"You heard me. Do it."

Edward sighed heavily as he set the glasses down on the bed. I quickly snatched my glasses and put them on my face, taking a deep breath. "Before we start, I have a question for you too."

"Well... I guess that's fair."

"What even is your power? Is it some kinda... Anti-gravity thing?"

Edward laughed a bit. "Funny enough, that is my code name. They'll probably give you one too, eventually, but my power is a bit more complex than 'anti-gravity'. My power is that if I concentrate on an object hard enough, I can change the density of said object. I can make the density lighter, which causes an object to float, or make the density heavier, which-"

"Causes the object to sink. I know the basic laws of density."

"Then oblige me and answer some of my questions. What exactly are your powers?"

"Well... My primary one is shooting electricity through my hands, which I'm positive you already figured out, and my second one... It's hard to explain."

"Try."

I took in a deep breath, glancing around the room nervously. I haven't told anyone about this part yet. "Do you know some of the things that lightning represents?"

"You mean besides electricity?"

"Yeah."

Edward took a deep breath, pacing around the room as he drummed his fingers against his leg. "Let's see... Destruction, loss of ignorance, negative energy, intuition, di-"

Edward paused, his eyes growing wide as he started at me with unease and awe. "No... That's-"

"Scientifically impossible?" I asked, laughing a bit as I shook my head. "That's what I thought too right up until I saw the winning lottery numbers five days before they were announced."

"So you can actually see the future?" Edward asked, grabbing a chair from across the room, turning the back towards me as he sat down, his legs spread out as he rested his elbows on the back of the chair.

"Yes... Well... No... It's complicated." I said uneasily, laying down on the bed and looking up at the ceiling.

"Explain."

I laughed a bit despite myself. "What are you, my therapist?"

"If that's what makes you want to talk to me, then yes, I'm your therapist."

"Well, I don't know what you want me to say. It started around a year ago. A friend and I were walking home from a football game when we blacked out. No idea how long we had been knocked out, but when we came too, we were sprawled out on the ground in front of this tree by this paper factory that looked like it had been burned while we were knocked out. After that, I noticed that I was gaining more and more static electricity, and somehow, it stopped. I was confused, and when I snapped my fingers in our backyard when neither of my parents were home, blue lightning arced out of my fingers and went to some random power cord by the house.

"Everything was fine for the first couple of months, I managed to keep the electricity under control, but then I bumped into my math teacher in the hallway and saw my name on a failed math test. I didn't think much of it, but later that same day, he handed back the math tests and I had failed it. After that, it was a string of weird occurrences and coincidences like that, the lottery numbers thing, my dad getting fired from his job, stuff like that, but when I was talking to Zelena, that's the friend I was with that night, and she grazed my hand, and I saw the two of us in a fight and she threw her history textbook at my face. I didn't think anything about it until we got into a fight later that week and she threw her history textbook at my face. I guess that's when I knew that this... Power wasn't something to mess with."

"And the glasses?" Edward asked cautiously.

"After a while, the... I'm just gonna call them premonitions, got to be too much, so I bought these glasses from our local Claire's, popped out the plastic lenses and made some glass lenses since one of my family members back home makes stain glass windows for a living, then cut up some small pieces of rubber band, painted them black, and glued them to the inside of my glasses."

"So you don't actually need them to see?"

"No, if anything I need them to stop from seeing, if that makes any sense."

"What exactly did you see that made you... Do this?"

"I saw something that no kid should ever have to see."

Thankfully, Edward didn't press for more details. "Let me guess: since you specifically made your glasses out of material that insulates electricity, they not only hindered your premonitions, but they also limited your electricity powers to a fraction of what they are?"

"Yeah."

"How long have you been wearing those glasses?"

"Let's see... Today's Saturday, so for a little less than a year?"

"No wonder you went berserk when I slapped your glasses off of your face. You're not used to your full power."

"And if I had a choice, I'd want to keep it that way."

"Why?"

"Trust me, okay?"

"Look," Edward said, shuffling in his chair. "I won't tell anyone about this premonition power-"

"Thank you-"

"But we have to meet up at least once a week so that I can train you on how to use it."

"I'm sorry, what?"

"Keeping your power subdued like that... It isn't healthy. Trust me, I know from experience." Edward said, holding out his hand for me to shake. "I think that your premonitions are some kind of psychic power, kind of like mine is. I think I might be the most qualified person to teach you how to use your powers. Especially since now that you joined, Unicorn is bound to send us on different missions since we have a team of six. You need to learn how to control your powers since you won't have those glasses on your face while fighting. All you gotta do is trust me. We got a deal?"

I sighed, shaking Edward's hand uneasily. As much as I hated to admit it, he did have a point. I couldn't live like this forever. "Fine. Whatever."

"Good." Edward smirked as he finally let me get off of the bed I was sitting on. "Now come on. You might want to get home. We'll start training next week."