The misfits

17: Everest

Today was the first day. The day we reunite as a group, a league. Wendy and Emma had prepared the base for the interviews while the boys and I got ready for the long queues and registration counters.

There were many applicants, despite the Rogues being a notorious group, there were still a surprising number of students. The lines grew longer every second, with heroes and villains, who felt they were worthy of joining us.

When we announced the rules, many heroes were appalled. Others seemed happy. After almost half the crowd left, we began the interviews.

The room looked very different. There was a big circular table, surrounded by chairs for each of us. As we sat down, Bree knocked in the door to tell us the next person who was coming in. She had volunteered to help us out with this event, even though most of us suspected that she was only here to make sure we did not harm Emma.

After 2 hours, we had managed to recruit 3 members. Cannon, Nigel and Joseph. Though they were all guys, they were the only candidates who met the requirements. Cannon was a first year who could absorb powers and he had killed someone once when he had absorbed Firestorm's power and used it on a teacher. Nigel had shapeshifting abilities and killed someone when he shapeshifted into a bear and attacked some students during physical education. Joseph was a unique student, with selected invisibility. That meant he would only show his identity to selected people. He had once gone mad after being exposed to a certain chemical in the lab and stabbed his friend.

Not long after, it was the end of the session. Most of the Rogues had gone home, leaving me with the speedster brothers and Wendy. We headed down the alley, walked through a few pathways and made it to an abandoned church. There were a few sleeping bags on the floor and even a stack of food.

"Here it is. Make yourself at home girl."

***

At night, I could not sleep a wink. There were too many thoughts in my head and I could not think straight. I had many emotions flood me all at once that for a second, I could not differentiate which were my own.

Suddenly, a few hundred thoughts and memories flooded my head, I blinked a few times and calmed myself to help rearrange my thoughts. I closed my eyes and slowly got sucked into the dream world.

The first dream was one of mine. I was just a little kid. It was before all my drama and training, before all the trauma. I was hugging my stuffed lion, speaking to him in a soft voice. I had named him Leonardo, Leo for short. "Leo, you will never leave me right? You and daddy will love me forever and I will too. We will be best friends for life!" My younger self cuddled the lion so tight that if it were real, it would probably have choked to death. I smiled at the thought, but was quickly swept into the next dream.

The next one was of my childhood years, when I was about 7 years old, just before I met the rogues. "Will it hurt?" "Yes. But you are a brave little girl. Nothing will harm you after this." Professor Ivy was talking to me in the sweetest voice possible, just before locking me in the glass chamber. I panicked at the sound of the door locking, looking around right before needles started to surround me and inject me in all kinds of places. I screamed and cried, but no one helped me. Before I could wince at the thought of all the pain I had gone through, I was once again pulled into the next dream.

This time the dream was not one of my memories but Hellion's instead. In the dream, he was with a bunch of boys, surrounded. He whimpered quietly, while the boys taunted him and kicked him in all kinds of places. That was before a girl came in and stood up for him. "Robert. Were you bullying him? Get lost." "Ahhh. It's Helena! Run!" "Thank you. I owe you my life."

***

"Ughhh. My head." I woke up, feeling groggy and dizzy. I had just found the reason why Hellion had stopped me the other time from hurting Helena for hurting Lyta. She had saved him, therefore he felt bound to repay her. I felt a little hurt and jealous. What if he really liked her instead? We were only lifemates, but that would not change how we would accept one another. I decided to go research on the truth behind lifemates.

After spending almost 3 hours in the library, I had gathered enough information. Apparently, lifemates were not exactly for life, but it heavily depended on whether they felt a bond or not. Though lifemates would usually be a couple, a number of lifemates would develop hate for one another as either one would eventually find a new mate. However, this only happened to the mutant werewolves of Royal Blood.

I started to think about the various possibilities. However, I decided to go back to researching about lifemates. After reading plenty of books, I found some history on the abilities of different species of werewolves, different weaknesses and different ways to identify each species.

"No way. No freaking way. I... I can't possibly be an alpha? That's impossible. Females can't possibly be Alpha werewolves. This is crazy."

"What's so crazy?"

It was Daniel. He was one of the first people I really talked to when I had first got together with the rogues. Though he was the older one out of the speedster brothers, he was a lot more energetic as he would run almost twice the speed of his brother. This made him a higher level power than the average group of students. The school had a rating system, where they would group the students with stronger powers together and weaker powers at a different class. Apparently, his class was two times stronger than his brother's class.

"Crazy how the library is very big?" I lied. I wasn't sure if I should tell anyone.

"Yea. But haven't you been in the school for a few years in total? How did you only see that now?"

"Well, I'm just... Fine. I'll tell you. But you can't tell anyone except the rogues okay?"

"Sure. We trust each other."

"I'm. An alpha wolf. I've been experiencing a lot of emotional problems, which I guess, triggered my inner wolf and I feel like I'm never gonna make it out alive. I..." I passed out. What a graceful way to end my speech.

"Everest!"