"You must be Edward!" Mom said as Edward and I walked out of the school building the next day. She was looking worse for wear every day: her hair pulled back into a frizzy ponytail, her blazer askew on her frame. She usually looked more put together than this. "Annie's told me so much about you."

"No I haven't!" I said, panicking. All I had told her was that a classmate was coming over to work on homework. Leave it to Mom to blow everything out of proportion. "Let's just get home, okay? Gotta study for that psych test!"

"Right, right..." Mom said as she grabbed our hands and quickly teleported us to my house. Once we were there, Edward staggered over to the couch, trying to cover up what I assumed was a throbbing headache as Mom looked over at me. "You're father's gonna be home in a couple hours, and he's gonna make dinner tonight. Remind him to make extra for Edward here-"

"That's fine, ma'am." Edward said quickly, setting his backpack down on the couch. "I wasn't planning on staying for dinner."

"But Robert is making chicken..."

"Mom. You have to get back to work." I said quickly, noticing Edward about to stumble back and fall on the couch.

"Right. I'll be back soon, have fun studying!" Mom said teleporting out of the house once again.

"Hang on..." I said, setting down my bag as I ran to the open wall kitchen.

"Are headaches always this bad after you teleport?" Edward groaned, collapsing down on the couch, his hands rubbing his temples.

"Not typically. She's under a lot of stress right now." I said, grabbing cups from the cupboard and the giant tub of chocolate ice cream, scooping two giant scoops into the cups and then quickly pouring milk inside, doing my best to stir the two substances together with two spoons since we still haven’t unpacked the blender. "And couple that with first teleportation queasiness, and I bet you’re having a bad time right now.”

“That’s one way of putting it...”

I took the two glasses and walked back into the living room. I set one glass down, handing the other to Edward. “Drink this."

Edward uneasily sat up, looking at the horribly made milkshake, confused. "What, does ice cream make the pain go away?"

"No, but chocolate typically does." I said, mixing up my shake and taking a quick sip. "This is what my dad and I will be living off of until Mom calms down."

"What do you mean?"

"Mom doesn't realize it, or I guess she kinda does, but when Mom is under stress, her stress affects all of us. There's a reason why I'm always eating chocolate when I get to school. It helps, trust me."

Edward took a cautious sip, looking at the TV. "So... What do you do for fun?"

"Why are you asking? Shouldn't we be drinking our crappy milkshakes so we can get to training?"

"Well, I doubt that we're gonna train until we're both recovered, and we don't want to get brain freeze, so what do you do for fun?"

"I mean... I watch old TV shows..." I said uneasily, taking another sip of my milkshake.

"What TV shows?"

"Shows that my grandparents grew up on. Young Justice, Once Upon A Time, Gilmore Girls, those kind of shows."

"Young Justice?"

"You know the old DC superheroes? Batman, Superman, those people?"

"Vaguely..."

"It's their sidekicks as a special task force in the Justice League."

"So like... Female Batman?"

"Batgirl, and the ward in the first season and beyond is Dick Grayson."

Edward almost choked on his ice cream. "Dick?"

"His full name is Richard, you weirdo." I said, rolling my eyes. "And for the record, Barbara does show up in the show. She and Dick are dating."

"I've just... Never heard of someone being referred to as Dick, that's all."

"What, is everything so hoity toity back in England?" I asked jokingly, turning on the TV to some news station broadcasting Crown Prince Alexander Winchester from England addressing the masses about restricting superheroes. I rolled my eyes. "I don't like that guy."

"Why not?" Edward asked, studying me critically with his amber eyes. He seemed almost offended, which I'm not surprised about. I mean, he is from England. But with the offended sound, he also sounded intrigued.

"He may look attractive with his dark skin, honey eyes, and deep voice, but that just masks up what he's really saying." I explained. "Like, listen to him. He's talking about banning supers completely. That's quite the turnaround from Queen Delia and King Edwin who were all about no limitations and helping those who got their powers as teenagers. Not to mention, the king and queen have gone missing. Maybe he has something to do with it. I just don’t trust him."

Edward sighed, grabbing my milkshake from my hands. "Do you have somewhere we can practice? I don't want a lot of people seeing since they could turn us in."

"Attic's free." I said, clicking off the TV as quickly as Edward changed the subject. "That is, if you don't mind seeing my old baby pictures."

"Attic works." Edward said, taking off his school blazer and rolling up his button down sleeves. "Well, let's hop to it."

I quickly climbed up to the attic, Edward silently following behind me, until we were both inside. Edward pushed back anything that had metal inside it against the far edges of the wall. "Okay... Take off your glasses."

"We're starting off right with that, aren't we?" I asked nervously.

"The glasses are holding back your powers, Anneliese. If you want to make progress on keeping them under control, then you'll need to lose them." Edward said, holding out his hand. "Come on then, cough them over."

Rolling my eyes, I took off my glasses and held them out to Edward, keeping the narrow edge in my fingers to make sure I didn't accidentally shock him. Once in his hands, Edward promptly stuffed them in his pant pockets. "Okay, what now, brainiac?"

"Target practice." Edward said, picking up an old pillow that I lost before the move. "Try to just hit the pillow."

"What if I shock you?"

"It's just made of fabric, Anneliese. You're not going to shock me."

"If you say so..." I said, holding out my hands and sending a blue energy ball to the center of the pillow. It faintly changed to a darker color where the energy ball hit, but not that noticeable unless you were really looking for it.

"Good." Edward said, looking at the pillow. "You have surprisingly good control for someone who uses glasses to stop her power from working properly."

"You have a weird way of complimenting someone."

"Who said that that was a complement?"

I rolled my eyes. "Whatever. Lack of control isn't the reason I wear those glasses."

"Then why do you wear them?" Edward asked. “And the real answer this time. What did you see that made you do this?”

"Why do you care?"

"Just answer the question."

"Not until you tell me why you care." I said, feeling my anger rising. "Why are you so intent on helping me get them under control? I didn't think that you liked me, so why are you so intent on helping me out?"

"Because I'm a nice person, and if this team is gonna work out, then we need all members at the top of their game, including you." Edward said, crossing his arms. "Now-"

"Why are you even on the team, then? Keisha told me that you barely talk to people, so why are you so concerned about me being a team player?"

"So I can get stronger, okay?" Edward asked angrily. "Will you answer my question, then?"

"Stronger? To do what?"

"That doesn't concern you."

"Neither does why I wear those things!" I yelled, orange lighting bolts coming out of my hands and shocking Edward on both sides of his body. He quickly crumpled to the ground, rubbing his temples. Regaining my composure, I quickly helped him back up. "Sorry. Didn't mean to do that."

"Somehow, I doubt that." Edward said, smirking at me. "You wanted me to shut up, and shocking me was the quickest way to do that."

"Did I hurt you?"

"I just got electrocuted. How do you think I feel?" Edward asked, laughing to himself. "Seriously though, I'm fine, Anneliese. No need to wor-"

My vision clouded, and I saw Edward, running away from something, as a figure I felt like I should recognize threw a knife into the back of his head. Another death.

"-ese?" Edward asked, snapping his fingers in front of my face, no part of his skin touching my hands. "You good? You spaced out there for a second."

"Yeah..." I said uneasily. Why did my premonitions always feel the need to show me how someone dies? "I'm fine."

"Are you sure?"

I nodded. "Can I have my glasses back now?"

"Yeah." Edward said, handing my back my glasses as I quickly put them on my face. We heard a loud knock at the front door. "That might be my Uncle Frederick."

"Uncle?"

"I'm staying with him." Edward quickly explained as we scrambled downstairs.

Dad was already home, popping some garlic parmesan crusted chicken into the oven. "Hi Anna. Is this Edward?"

"He was just leaving." I said quickly as Edward put his blazer back on, opening the door to reveal a short man with straight black hair and dark skin.

"I'm coming Uncle!" Edward said quickly, turning to me. "Same time next week?"

"Yeah."

"Cool. Nice meeting you, Mr. Andrews!" Edward said, rushing out the door.

"Nice meeting you too..." Dad said uneasily, looking over at me. "What were you two doing?"

"Edward is... Helping me get a grasp on my powers." I said quickly. "We're using the attic as a training space. Hope you don't mind."

"Of course not! Just glad to meet one of your friends!" Dad said happily. "Now wash up and help me make dinner. You know the right way to make the cheesy rice you like."

I smiled. "Right."

Why I keep getting these premonitions, I don't know, but whatever happens, I can't let anyone die. Not Edward, and not even the other two I've seen. If I can't stop them, then the choice I made to try and stop the premonitions from happening will have been for nothing. I have to protect them. If I don't... I don't know what will happen, but I have a feeling that it'll be something that'll tear my family apart.