TWO.

Toulouse, France.

"Tu ramène tes fesse ici quand je te parle Éloise!!"

"Tu vas arrêté de m'emmerde la vie David? je suis la fille d' ta copine et non sa co épouse!"

A girl with a platinum blonde pixie cut hair yelled back at a man from across the room. She was standing behind a counter trying to get away from him; her abusive step father.

"Petite peste! tu ne me parlera pas de cette manière tan que je restera ton beau père" The humongous muscly man sped left to catch up with the girl from the other side of the counter but failed miserably as she spun further away from him causing them to run circles around the counter.

"Espèce d'enfoiré, tu ne serai jamais mon beau père, tu baise ma mère pour son fric et tu te prend pour le tout puissant!!!" with every bit of strength in her, she threw a couple of dishes and a cup at him. He dodged them without lifting a muscle. He smirked maliciously.

For the last nine years Eloise Monae has had to stick up with her promiscuous mother's numerous, abusive and free loading boyfriends.

For now, David, who had been dating her mother and living with them for six months was being an 'A' pain in her ass. As much as Eloise tried, she wasn't quite sure of how much she could contain the burning flames within.

David kept chasing after Ello and they continued running circles around the counter. The racing got on his last nerves and he jumped effortlessly across the piece of wooding furniture separating them;  grabbed her into his big muscly arms, keeping his grip on her so tight she could barely breathe.

"Lâche moi espèce de Conard..." He kissed the back of her neck shamelessly, "espèce d'ordures !!!" She screamed at the top of her lungs while continued his teasing on her neck.

Unable to contain the sickening feeling she was getting, she wrapped her bare palms on his wrist around her waist, her irises suddenly changed from the dull hazel colour she was born with to fire red.

Feeling the extreme heat of her touch, David yanked his hands off from her and jumped backwards, wincing at the burns on his wrist. Before he could say another word, the girl had already gone pass the doors and into the streets.

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(Somewhere in the streets of Uganda.)

Sister Charlotte threw daggers with her eyes at Zenobia as the girl log the last of her stuff into a suitcase to leave the orphanage once and for all. She had not been the only one waiting for her eighteenth birthday to be able to get the hell out of the damn place.

"Hurry up! I haven't gotten all day you know" sister Charlotte snarled for millionth time that day at her.

"You know sister Charlotte, you don't have to spend my last moments in this dump with me." Zen said without sparing her superior one miserable glance.

It was a good day.

"I'm just making sure you absolutely leave this place without stealing anything. Also making sure you actually leave.." sister Charlotte replied leaning on the door and rolling her eyes to the back of her head.

"Like anything in here is worth stealing. The minute I leave this place, it's all going to come crashing down." Zen replied with an evil smirk. Shaken by this declaration, sister Charlotte, a very impatient sister Charlotte rushed over and started dumping every last of Zenobia's stuff into her suitcase haphazardly, mumbling prayers, rebuking whatever evil this child carried with her.

Finally, they were done parking. In front of the gates of Saint Peters Children's home, Zenobia recalled her painful childhood memories in this place.

Yes, she really wished it burnt to the ground.

But fire was not in her power; but earth was. With her power and control over the soils of earth, her palms on the floor, she shook the land on which stood the orphanage. Every valuable object or even human that wasn't holding on to something was definitely getting hurt. Sister Charlotte who had had the pleasure of seeing her right off to the gates, tumbled over herself while closing it.

Again that very evil smirk crept all over Zenobia's face. The last laugh was hers. But it had no longevity for as she spun herself around, there was the world. Now where to go? she had no idea.

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(In Aruba.)

Behind a dilapidated counter, a bar in the most awful neighbourhood, a young man of 23. His facial expression read boredom all over it as a woman stood there ranting over and over again about how he messed up her order;

She just won't shut up? He thought to himself. His attention diverted from the woman to another customer taking out of his pocket a stack of cash which he so badly needed right then for his girlfriend's need. He couldn't bare it if one more girl left him because of his financial situation.

Using his power and control on the air, he harnessed the wind to blow away the stack of cash the man was now counting, causing the dude to run after it like mad. Unbeknownst to him, the angry customer lady had been watching his movements and raised an alarm. The customer and owner of the cash after recuperating all of his money back, accused the boy of thievery causing him to loose his job. But before he left, he made quite sure he blew the entire place to an absolute mess and ran off. But he couldn't run back to his shrimp apartment. Isabella will now for sure leave him for good and he had no strength in him to deal with that. His name was Gio and he finalized he was done; tired; of and with everything.

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(Wellington, New Zealand.)

"I'm so sorry Annabel, for coming here like this unannounced. And thanks for letting me crash with you." Garvin said wearily slumping into the burgundy leather couch. He was soaked from head to toe. Completely drenched.

"Get your wet ass off my couch Poseidon. You're just lucky you didn't completely flood the house." Annabel, his childhood best friend retorted but he didn't budge. She was the only one who knew of Garvin's power and control over the liquids of the earth.

For the last ten years, Garvin had been living with his greedy uncle who controlled his inheritance; at least till the boy was 25. His wealthy parents had both tragically passed away in a fire incident. Garvin scarred himself for life for not being able to save them when he had the power to control all the great seas and all the oceans of the world.

"I am just grateful the old cow isn't around. I'd be a living corps by now." He took a cup of hot cocoa from Annabel who settled down next to him and wrapped a fluffy blanket around his shoulders.

"No you wouldn't! If he tries anything, you'll just flood him. You know, your usual Poseidon shit and stuff..." a few seconds of comforting silence passed, "You know, dude, you could be a super hero with this thing...Like-" she was abruptly interrupted by Garvin,

"That's just the thing Annie, A super hero would have saved his parents. If anything, I'm gonna be a super villain. Right after I recuperate my inheritance from the cow. Can you picture it? A billionaire villain with actual powers." They both burst into laughter.

After a few minutes of silence, Garvin's iPhone ringtone broke the boredom. He picked it up and it was Grace, their housekeeper. His uncle was back and he needed to be back in the house in fifteen minutes. Garvin said his goodbyes to Annabel and left. On his way to his Car, in the darkest corners of Anna's street,

"Aquaman!" An unfamiliar edgy voice called. The dashing devil was leaning in front Garvin's car in three piece black suit. "Nice ride! Mind if I hop in with you?"

Garvin froze in his steps, "Who the hell are you and what do you want?"

"My name is Luce and it is my pleasure to meet you Mr. Poseidon!" the evil angel one more time flash his dead red eyes and razor sharp teeth. Two narrow horns grew from his head, he flapped his long hairy tail with its red pointy tip.

Garvin went petrified and glued to the spot.

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