Who Needs Superheroes When You Have Me

Where Are We?

If you're reading this, you should know 3 things.

1.  We're not as bad as we look. 

2.  Our brother was misguided. Badly.

3.  We're not normal. 

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"Run! Wolf, he's behind you! We gotta lose them!" I screamed at my younger brother. The rain lashed at my face, blowing my hair back and plastering it to my head. 

Wolf and I have known each other for so long, it's like we can sense each other's thoughts and feelings. We go by other names. He's Wolf, and I'm Skeleton. It's unsafe to use our real names, you know? Names have power. 

As younger kids, we were always playing imaginary games. To him, I was always Skeleton. To me, he was always Wolf. We used our names but once, and we were attacked when we did. So to write them here, now, would mean my end, and his. We don't betray each other's secrets. 

 Right then, we were being chased by a giant black, shaggy dog that was as high as two of my mother in stilettos. So, pretty tall. It had chomped on my arm earlier, so my right arm (my dominant one, shit) was pretty mangled. Which was why we weren't fighting. I'd die if Wolf got hurt. He's everything to me, and we're loyal only to each other. 

 "Up the hill!" I yelled behind me. Wolf was keeping up spectacularly. "The high ground is there!" We raced up the hill, stumbling on mud and loose rocks. Wolf slipped with the dog on his heels. 

"Wolf!" I screamed. I grabbed his hand as he slips down the hill. I dug my heels into the soft dirt and pull. He made it up the hill. We run to the very top and the rain dissipates around us.

"What the hell?" I murmured. 

"It was raining just a second ago, back there," Wolf said. 

"I know..." My voice trailed off as I saw a large group of kids sitting around a campfire, a horse-man walking around them. The fire was purple and the flames were tall. 

They reminded me of family. Of a home. 

"Let's go see what's up!" Wolf whispered.

"Just don't let them know we're here," I said. We sneaked around the pavilion with marble tables. One had a deep crack through it, and I shuddered. Behind a pillar we crouched, watching them sing songs. A few kids strummed guitars and had amazing voices. A few kept checking their faces in compact mirrors. A few kept glancing around like they were going to slip a firecracker down someone's shirt. 

Wolf bumped my arm. "Look, the fire!" I hissed in pain as my arm was jolted. The fire had changed colors to red as kids complained about going to bed. 

"We should too," I told him. "Those cabins are for the kids. Let's hide in the big house over there," I pointed. 

"Yes, it must have somewhere we can sleep, a house that big," Wolf agreed. 

So we crept into the house, Wolf picking the lock. We ran upstairs, curling up together in a cubbyhole full of  blankets. 

"Better," Wolf murmured. "Soft." I agreed with a wordless grunt. 

"Shut it. Sleep before we get caught here." 

That's how Wolf and I spent our first night in a completely unknown place. 

In fact, that's how we spend most nights.