It was supposed to be a normal day. Of course, nothing in your life was normal, but you tried.

Your mother had recently passed. She hadn't been the kindest to you, so you didn't really feel too sad about it, but she was your only family. Of course, you could understand why she didn't like you. You were born October 1st, 1989. Your mother hadn't been pregnant when the day first began. No one knew why you had been born. You were more worried about the fact that you had...a supernatural ability (you can choose what you want). No one knew yet, but you were pretty sure if you didn't get it under control quickly, someone would eventually see. And you weren't looking forward to that.

You were at the bank - apparently you had been left some money in your mother's will. You had no idea what that was about, since she had never showed any sign of liking you whatsoever, but it was nice to know that maybe she had cared about you, even if it was just a little bit. And, if you were honest, as an orphan now, you could use some money.

As a lone 13 year old, you got a few weird looks, but you didn't care. You were waiting patiently in line when multiple masked men came in. With guns.

You were screwed.

Or so you thought. Just as they were gathering all the current people in the bank together and demanding money, something...unexpected happened.

Masked kids in uniforms came in. You had no idea what was happening, but you watched as they totally demolished the robbers. Not only that, but they had...powers. Like you.

There was only one man left standing now, but just as the super powered kids were closing in on him, he grabbed you by your arm and pressed the barrel of his gun to your head. Your heart rate sped up as you heard the safety click off.

"Get back or I put a bullet through the kid's head." The man snarled out.

You felt your stomach drop. Were you going to die?

Yeah, apparently not. In a second one of the kids had thrown his knife. The man's eyes widened, but he was too slow; the knife lodged into his arm. He groaned in pain, but not before his finger had pulled the trigger.

You thought you were dead for sure until someone grabbed your arm. In a dizzying flash of light, you appeared in a back room of the bank.

"Are you okay?"

After you swallowed down the urge to throw up, you looked up. In front of you was a boy, one of the kids in uniform and mask. He had dark hair and green eyes, and...could apparently teleport. Or something like that. He placed a gentle hand on your shoulder as he waited for your answer.