The Last of Them All (editing)

I felt as if I had just been slapped directly in the face with a frying pan. What do you mean you don't know what I am? As if I'm some sort of alien creature or something that's going extinct. I'm not a creature to be classified. Yet that was how I felt.

Justin and Andrew were excitedly talking about the news they received, how it all made sense with what had happened and then I realized it. I had recognized it before but not until now did it fully hit me. I was the outcast.

I always was and I probably always will be. I never had any friends who were girls, and I never knew how to properly act like one. I didn't have a mother or even a motherly figure, and all my Aunts stayed away from us. Even my Grandmas were dead or gone somewhere. I never learned how to dress myself like a girl, act like one, do my hair properly, and online tutorials weren't any help. I was useless around guys romantically, and yet my two best friends were male. I didn't know where I fit in, and I always stood out, and here it was happening again. I was being left out. Even in our trio, my so called "friends" and I couldn't really be friends. We couldn't have sleepovers, I couldn't really share my secrets with them, we never agreed on anything, but then again.....I would be completely alone without them either.

Despite how much we were different, I needed them. I think Andrew and Justin finally noticed my silence because they stopped talking. Dr. Tusik walked into the room and said something to them, and to me, but I wasn't really listening. A moment later Jarvin came into our room. Great, just the one person I wanted to see.

"So. Now that you are all better, we can finally discuss your training."

"Hey! What happened to your accent?" If I couldn't trust him, and if he was lying to us about his accent then I didn't want anything to do with him.

"Don't need it anymore. It makes me seem less intimidating, but now that you trust me I can lose it." He didn't seemed bothered at all by the fact that he had lied to us.

"Trust you?" I scoffed. "What makes you think we trust you?" Justin and Andrew gave me glares, but I didn't care. However, Jarvin kept talking. His natural voice was deep and rich, almost like dark chocolate.

"Anyways. You three need to be as inconspicuous as possible. They've come after you once, so they might try to attack again. I have purchased bus fares for all of you to get back to Cheyenne. Your bus leaves in an hour so I suggest you hurry and get on your way." He started walking away, but turned back around. "And whatever you do, don't use your powers."

Now I'm just really confused. They give us this information, and then send us home? I didn't understand, but had no choice. I wanted to go home and forget this ever happened. Put it back in the depths of my memory where it could never be reached.

Half an hour lour, we stood at the bus stop around the corner with backpacks filled with gross hospital food and water, and our bus tickets. They were kind enough to give us some extra money just in case of emergencies.

I was clad in my black torn jeans and baseball cap, and despite the warm weather I was still wearing my red sweatshirt. I felt more comfortable this way.

The bus pulled up and we got on, paying for our fare and sat down in a row of three benches. A big hairy guy snoring to my right, Justin on my left.

The entire journey probably took about ten hours, with stops and bathroom breaks in between. We had enough for the entire ride thankfully and the majority of the trip was spent with me dozing off onto Justin's shoulder, endless thumb-wrestling matches, and many rounds of truth or dare on the bus. Trust me. Two teenage boys and truth or dare on a public moving vehicle is not a good idea. Jarvin told us to be inconspicuous, but the exact opposite was what was happening. Jarvin also told us not to use our powers either, but I guess we broke that rule too.