Kira

II

My brother has always been there for me, ever since the very first day we discovered the abilities. Ever since the day.

"There. All tucked in, how are you feeling baby?" My dad said while he tucks in my small body into my bed that is parallel to Ashton's.

"I'm okay, Daddy. I don't really have a headache anymore." I had been feeling weary and light headed all day prior. My stomach had been doing gymnastics, but not like I was going to throw up.

"Well, that's good sweetie. Remember you are six years old now, which means?"

"I'm a big girl!" I said while smiling, showing my missing front left tooth.

My father had kissed my forehead goodnight and shut off the lights. Ashton had already been asleep, he had a baseball game all day and was utterly exhausted. He always left the door a little bit cracked so I could see the hallway light since I saw things that my brother calls "imaginary friends". But they just seemed so...real to me.

I had fallen asleep for only a few hours, until I heard a loud crash and a scream of pure terror come from my mother's diaphragm. I jolted awake and immediately look for my brother, who was already rushing to my bed.

"Ashton, what was that?" I asked my brother, in a shriek of terror. He brought his index fingers to his lips to silence me, which I followed obligingly. He grabbed ahold of my arm and carefully guided me out of my bed, trying to make little noise as possible. We tip toed down the hallway until we reached the beginning of the stairwell, but made sure we kept ourselves hidden but we could also see.

"Get out of my house, now! You have no right to be here!" My father yelled, his vein sticking out of the middle of his forehead just like every other time he gets angry. My mother was clinging onto my father's arm behind him while the men in black with guns were standing in front of them. They didn't look like robbers or anything, they looked like they were police officers - but the uniform wasn't like anything I had learned in school.

A tall, slender man motioned, presumed to be the leader, motioned to the other men to seperate my mother and father. My father was yelling profanities while my mother continues her hysterics. It seemed like she wasn't crying because she was scared, it looked like she was crying in defeat. As if she knew this was going to happen.

I looked at my brother and he was staring right back at me, the same fear printed in his eyes. He grabbed ahold of my hand, for either comforting me or himself - I never knew which. My brother was only two years elder than me, we were both young and confused.

"Now now, Mr. Burns. We cannot let your selfishness get in the way of our business. You escaped and obviously made a family. Stupid, stupid, stupid. I guess we have to teach you a lesson, shall we?" The slender man said once again. He seemed evil. I did not like him.

The men who had a hold of my mother lifted both of their guns and put them against both sides of her again, since she was being strained in between them. My father started screaming, but could not get far since he was also strained. During his screams, lights flickered and our light fell down from the ceiling - landing with a soft crash, causing shards to fly around the room.

"You should have listened to me, John Burns." And after that one sentence, two shots echoed throughout the room, the sound still lingering for several seconds. I had turned my head away from the sound, but I had knew what had happened from my father's cry of heartbreak and agony, almost as if it was a melody. My brother had to cover my mouth to prevent me from screaming, but it was hard. My silent tears fell rapidly down my young cheeks, some of them dripping into my mouth.