The Four

Prologue

I have to make sure that they don't find me again. I have to move to a town where they will never expect me to be. I need a small town. This time I have to make sure there are no casualties, it can't turn out like the last time they found me. The last time they found me 13 normal people died, they don't know why or how they died either. That is the worst part of living on the run, the casualties.
I never wanted to live on the run but when my parents were killed protecting me from people who wanted my powers I knew I would have to for the rest of my life, or until they were dead. They want to use me and my powers for evil, they want to start a world war. I will never do that. Even if it means running for the rest of my life, I won't kill innocent people on purpose. Ever.
The first time they found me I thought they wanted to help me, I was very wrong. They studied me and ran a lot of tests. They would poke and prod at me. I never really understood what they were doing until I heard them talking about my abilities. They were saying that they could use my abilities to do so much bad in the world. After I heard them say that I ran and I have been running ever since.
That was five years ago when I was 12, I am now 17. I have been on the run for 5 years, 5 years that I could have been making a life for myself. Because of my abilities I don't have any friends and I can't get a job. I'm afraid that if I get too close to anyone they will end up as one of the casualties. I wouldn't be able to handle that. So when I start at a new school I am always the weird outcast that is wicked good at boxing.
I have to dye my hair a lot and put in colored eye contacts so that if anybody ever gets a picture of me, they won't be able to tell who I really am. I keep the same first name but change my last name. I know it is dangerous to only change my last name but my name is the only thing that keeps me, me.
My name is Ebony Crest, my real last name is Bowers. Nobody can ever know my real name, it would put them in serious danger. Right now I have red hair and bright green eyes, the color of emeralds. I put in hair extensions so that it lines my face more and makes me look a little bit more different. My natural hair color is blonde, and my natural eye color is purple. Weird I know, my parents always told me that it was because of my powers that my eyes are purple. It makes enough sense I guess.
The last town I was in I got lazy and didn't wear contacts and didn't dye my hair a different color so it was easy for them to find me. You might be wondering who this them is. Yeah, well I am too. It is never just one person and it is almost never the same person, but they are all after the same thing. Me and my abilities. I used to have a nickname for them, it was Hive. I chose Hive because they would always swarm like bees around a Hive.
When I had to go on the run for the first time I was terrified. I didn't know where to go or who to trust. Eventually I got a ride from sunny Florida to Tennessee. There, I met this old couple, they were always so nice to me. I lived there for almost seven months before they found me. While I was living with them their youngest son taught me how to fight, track people and how to use my abilities properly. He was like an older brother to me.
I had a twin sister, she was killed along with my parents. She was normal, she didn't have powers. Her name was Ember. We were completely different, she had black hair and I had blonde, she hated animals and I love animals. I miss her so much, even though we fought a lot we were the best of friends. We would always be pranking the kids at school and causing trouble. The teachers never caught us because I would use my powers and they would have no proof it was us.
Even though I move around a lot I still try to get enrolled into school. I believe that even if you are running from a secret organization, you should still have a proper education. More times than not it is hard to find someone who is willing to make a fake identity for a minor, but I make it work.
I have to admit that sometimes I get lonely and try to make friends. Usually not long after I do that they find me. Making connections is a sure way to get found, and to get people killed. That has happened three times so far. I get too close to someone but they end up getting killed, then I leave again. Every single time that happens it breaks my heart, because I know I caused this to happen. I know that it is my fault that somebody innocent got killed. I have never been good at coping with loss.
When my family first died I didn't talk to anybody for 6 months. Most people I ran into thought I was mute. Every time someone innocent dies because of me I go silent for about a month. Most people dont question why I almost never talk, but there is always that few that questions everything. They are usually the first ones to be killed by them.
Right now I am trying to find a small town that I can hind out in for a few months. This is always the hardest part, finding a place to stay. I glance at a map of the state of Montana and see a town called Marion. I Google it and it seems small enough for me. That is where I will be going next. Marion, Montana.