Normalcy Won't Suffice

Prelude

Thinking wisely being human was maybe the best thing I was before I became the Grim Reaper, or maybe I wasn't. I'm no superhero, and I'm no villain. I'm just a person who does what I think is best with the powers I got. Animus thinks differently, she thinks being what she is now better then when she was being a human. She loves the title of superhero. Especially when Flame calls her his superhero.

Even if we are on the run and we can't use our powers to help anyone without the fear of being caught by the government, she still thinks highly of the gifts we were given.

Its been three years, three hard years of us living on the lamb since the government started trying to catch us. We were inhuman, aliens on the planet we were raised on. Even Time Watch realizes this and he's the most oblivious of the four of us.

I can't tell you where we are right now, I can't even remember what day it is. We've been running for so long, I've given up on caring for the place or the time. It's all the same to me, hard floors, dirt, and small rations of food. I used to know where we were like the back of my hand, and I kept close attention to the dates. But what's the point in it, we can't keep track of them because then it'll be like counting down the days of how long our freedom had lasted.

And now as I look down at the ground outside of the shack where my friends rested, I felt dead. It was snowing, the ground under my boots frozen. But I didn't feel the harsh bite of the wind like I had once before. Another consequence of the gift was that the weather and temperature had no effect on me. I couldn't feel it, and it comes in handy a little bit.
Especially in the artic temperatures that we are in, Flame had said it was in the low twenties.

I would have been startled if I hadn't sensed Time Watch awaken a few minutes before, he stepped outside and next to me. He wore a heavy black coat and a scarf was hung loosely around his neck.

"Go back to sleep Time Watch. You'll need it for tomorrow." I spoke, my voice was hoarse in the dry cave of my throat.

"Nah, I'll be okay. You should get some sleep yourself and dress warmly Lucille." He replied. I shook my head.

"There is no point, I'm not cold and it has no effect on me. And stop calling me Lucille. That's not who I am anymore." I looked away from him and ran my hands through my hair.

"Yeah. You've said that already, but it won't stop me. I rather call you that then death or grim reaper. We aren't just Animus, Flame, Grim Reaper and Time Watch. We're Emelia, Trevoyne, Lucille and Robby." His hand touched my arm but I moved away from him.

"Don't." I whispered. My eyes stung, but I blamed it on the snow instead of the constant fear of me losing control.

"I'm sorry." He whispered back. I swallowed a lump in my throat as he walked back inside.

This is our lives. Distant, cold, and hopelessly lost. Dangerous to everyone in the eyes of most. And it was all my fault all of us are like this.