𝖑𝖊𝖌𝖆𝖈𝖎𝖊𝖘||𝖈𝖍𝖆𝖔𝖘

0.3

March 11, 2001

Nakia was fidgeting by her seat at the table, next to Ben. It was torture waiting for her father to come downstairs, stand by the head table, and allow them to finally sit. She never minded standing for long periods, but her father expected them to stand perfectly still.

With little 'Mr. Perfect Luther' she had to try her hardest not to fidget around much. Finally, after what seemed like ages Reginald strolled in standing by the head of the table.

"Sit"

They silently sat at the table, with their mother turning the radio on. It was Herr Carlson again. She silently sighed. She hated the sound of his voice; he was so quiet and boring. No one was allowed to speak while he was talking.

Years ago, after a bad night of sleep, a brooding Nakia set the radio on fire with her eyes. Neither Reginald nor Pogo knew she could do that, so she ended up in the basement for a week, just to make sure she wouldn't endanger the rest of her siblings. At least she got a break from stupid Herr Carlson.

As Reginald slowly ate and listened to his program the children were doing their things. It wasn't like he cared. Luther and Allison were closest to Reginald making gooey eyes at each other. Her hair was perfectly curled by her shoulders. They were smiling like idiots, hiding their expressions slightly.

Diego kept his head down, focusing on his meal. When he looked up from his bacon he saw Klaus rolling up a joint. He narrowed his eyes at the messy-haired boy; how the hell did he get that? He must have stolen it from another stoner. He rolled his eyes and focused back on his plate.

Five was writing something in a journal. He was tracking his progress with his abilities. He thought he was ready. He wanted to travel through time perfectly, and he thought he was capable. His father disagreed. He said it was too advanced for him. Five was more disappointed when even Nakia agreed with her father. That never happened. She was worried he was in over his head. So she made him promise he would never try without their father's permission. But he knew he was ready. And he wouldn't stop until he proved it.

Currently Ben was enjoying his morning. He was sipping on his juice engrossed in his book. It was called Frankenstein, and it was extremely interesting. It was a gift he had gotten from Reginald for keeping Number Eight calm and collected for nearly eight months.

Ben didn't understand why he had to be rewarded for being a good sibling but he appreciated the book nonetheless.

He also gave him the book in front of Luther, making him slightly feel better about the situation.

Vanya and Nakia were eating silently when Reginald stood, his plate empty.

"Number Seven," Reginald said. "Go upstairs, the rest of you change."

The children nodded, parting ways and walking to their rooms.

Nakia took off her usual uniform and changed into a green tracksuit. It was the only other outfit she owned besides her pajamas. She put her hair up as best as she could into a curly bun. She rubbed her face and stared at herself in a mirror.

She finally walked out of her room, following her siblings to the bottom of the staircase. She looked up to see eight levels of staircases to see her father standing above them, with Vanya by his side.

"Today you must learn to use your powers to adapt in every situation," Reginald announced at the top of a staircase. "It will be a useful asset to you in your team.

He then nodded at Vanya, who blew a whistle.

The children began to climb the stairs. Nakia hated everything about this. She didn't mind training and exercise but when it came to competition she hated how Luther and Diego were at each other's throats.