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Din and Silver

Post by dinthalion » Sun Jan 14, 2018 3:05 pm

Rebecca Dahl was in the kitchen, a frying pan in front of her a plate of fresh blueberry pancakes beside her. She was in a good mood and she figured her father would be too. Things had been going well recently and they had another heist planned for tonight.

Taking the skillet off the burner she went over to the intercom system.

“breakfast is ready.” She called.

Atten had been down in his basement workshop and office. He made his way up tablet in tow. He frowned at his oldest daughter as he entered the kitchen.

“Do you really think a heavy breakfast is a good idea, Rebecca?” he asked, “besides shouldn’t you be reviewing the plans and contingencies for this afternoon?”

She looked a little abashed. “Lydia will need her strength. Besides it’s just a bank robbery, we’ve done dozens of those.”

“I don’t need you getting complacent and messing everything up.” He told her, “what if Diamond Bane just happens to be there? Just waiting to haul us all off to prison and collect his reward money. You know very well what they’ll do to you there, what they’ll do to Lydia. And all it would take is you making one mistake, I’m not sure I want to trust my life to you if your not taking this seriously.”

“I’m sorry.” She said, “I’ll look your plans over again. I…”

She put some pancakes and sausage on a plate for him and set it on the table. She went into the other room to get the plans her father had drawn up. By the time she got back he was absorbed in something on his computer. She glanced toward the stairs wondering if she should call Lydia again. It was probaply best to let her sleep if she needed it.
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Lydia heard a quiet beep from her room’s intercom and then the call for breakfast. A quiet, sleepy moan escaped the pile of blankets on the bed. Burrowed underneath, the young adult cuddled her body pillow, refusing to open her eyes. In her head, she quietly counted down to getting out of bed. 5 She slowly started to uncurl her body, stretching her legs out. The young telekinesis thought of what she her plans of were for the day.

Breakfast, maybe some lounging, it would be nice to go for a walk…she idley thought. 4. Maybe, some time with Rebecca. She concluded as she started to move more. 3 “Oh…Right. We have a heist today.” Lydia mummered. She didn’t know how she felt about the day yet. A small knot twisted in her stomach.

She always got nervous in the morning. All she could think was Diamond getting some good damage on her last time. He hits with such force, that it made her want to move further away from the whole area. Maybe, he won’t show up this time. She hoped as she forced herself to sit up. 2 A mess of curls stuck in all directions as she rolled her head, stretching her neck from side to side.

“Rebecca will be there. I’ll be safe.” She reassured herself as she stretched her arms and smiled at the softly lit room. 1. The room was simple. A desk, computer, her queen-sized bed shoved in the corner to make some space in the middle. Feeling refreshed, Lydia slipped out of the bed. Without much thought, the blankets and pillows organized themselves to be neat and proper on the mattress. Moving over to the mirror, she grabbed a hair tie from the bed stand and managing her hair into a loose bun. Shrugging at her reflection she didn’t care much on her appearance. Placing a over sized sweater over her t-shirt and sleep shorts, Lydia shuffled slowly out of the room.

After a few minutes, she finally made her way into the kitchen. A fragrant smell lingered in the room, and it made Lydia break into a smile. “Oooh! Pancakes! Oh these are my favorite!” She exclaimed as she sauntered over to her sister and hugged her.

Releasing her older sister, she then grabbed a plate and helped herself. A few pancakes and a sausage was plenty for the slender girl. Lydia hummed as she drizzled syrup over it. “Morning Father.” She chimed quietly as she took her first bite. Not giving him enough time, she turned over to the older sister and gave another smile. “Thank you for breakfast! It’s delicious!”

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Rebecca beamed at her sister’s complement but immediately looked back at the paperwork in front of her when the hug was over. Atten just grunted at her hello.



“don’t eat too much.” He told her, “And as soon as your done you and your sister need to go over the plans. Make sure you know exactly where your supposed to be in all the contingencies and understand the layout. Memorize the photos. You made too many mistakes last time. Any mistakes from either of you could get us captured or killed. There will be consequences if things don’t go as I laid them out.”



Rebecca played nervously with her fork. She hadn’t thought things had gone that badly last time. Most of their ‘mistakes’ had been caused by Diamond Bane. They hadn’t been able to execute everything exactly as laid out with him in the way. But their father had played back the surveillance tape, he’d pointed out each bad decision they had made, and each one led to a shock. He had embedded metal plates in each of them in multiple spots. He could administer anything from a small tingle, or momentary shock to an electric pulse strong enough to temporarily paralyze them and leave a lingering headache for days. Rebecca didn’t doubt his punishments were fair. After all they were doing important work, taking money and valuables away from greedy and exploitive corporations like banks and museums and tech companies to stop them from doing any more harm to the environment or stealing anything more from ordinary people. Rebecca wanted to be better, more powerful so that someday she could continue her father’s life work. With Lydia of course. Often she was more concerned with protecting Lydia then she was of even protecting herself.



After breakfast she left the dishes in the sink, a pet peeve of hers but she would have to clean them up latter. They only had an hour or so before it would be time to leave. She motioned her sister to follow her into the living room where she spread out the pictures on the table.



“I’ll make my way over here before father starts.” She said pointing to a spot near the loan officers waiting area. “Where I can see you and father and the door.”



“Where will you be positioned when we start? And what do you need to do as soon as I get the field up?” she asked as if she were reading a flashcard and helping her sister study for a test.
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Post by Silverstag » Sun Jan 21, 2018 3:54 am

Lydia had the fork halfway to her mouth when her father commented about eating too much. She paused, her bright eyes flickered over at him and instantly, she held her breathe. Waiting for a shock. He reprimanded her lightly for previous mistakes on the last mission. She flinched and then a strong rebellious spark flared in her. Squashing it immediately, she defiantly ate the bit of pancake on her fork. Chewing slowly, to allow her time to think about what he said, she continued to eat with her eyes downcast. “Of course, Father.”

The youngest sister, continued to eat her food, but at the end she a portion left on her plate. She didn’t want to get too full on a mission. Her father did have a point. If she didn’t mess up, they could have been more successful. The last thing she wanted was Rebecca to be in danger due to her lack of concentration. Lydia cared for Rebecca more than anyone else she had known. Of course, her knowledge of people was slim, but if she had to choose, she would choose Rebecca.

Once she was finished, she stood up and slid the uneaten portion in the trash. Setting the used plate and utensils in the sink, she looked over to her sister. “Ready when you are!” She said cheerfully. Lydia tried to not let her father get completely in her head. She needed her own headspace today. If she didn’t have total control on her thoughts, she would lose control on the mission. Her body tensed thinking about the repercussions of her failing again. She despised the electricity that would run its course through her body as her punishment. Unconsciously, her slender hand touched where one of the thin triangle plate that was closest to her hand.

Blinking quickly, she realized was still standing at the sink and her sister and gone into the living room. Forcing herself into a happier state of mind, she skipped out of the kitchen. Entering the living room, she slid over to table in a silly fashion. Although she tend to be more up beat and silly at home, her attitude was serious. She rested her hands on the table and leaned over the pictures of the bank. Scanning over them as Rebecca pointed out where she would be.

“Hmmm…” She pondered out loud as her sister quizzed her. She never minded that Rebecca did it this way. It helped her more than not. It made her feel like it was a game in a way and she was studying to beat it. She pointed where the line of people usually stand. “I’ll be in the line before Father comes in. “ Lydia looked over the images again and recalled what the next step is. “Once the field is up, tear the cameras out and then remove the weapons from security’s person?” She asked, trying to remember the steps still. Lydia tried her best but she sometimes would do the wrong step first.

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Post by dinthalion » Sun Feb 04, 2018 7:33 am

Rebecca nodded.

“I’ll have you shielded the whole time.” She went on. “There should be guards here, here and here.”

She pointed as she recited.

“But I’ll keep my eyes open for other guards”

The two of them continued to quiz each other and go over the plan until it was time to leave.

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The bank was quite at drive from their house. Atten drove, not speaking much. Rebecca sat in the front wondering to herself when and how to ask him if maybe soon he could teach her to drive. The last time she’d asked he’d listed all the ways she was too immature, too careless and not intelligent enough to be trusted with a motor vehicle. It had hurt her feelings enough she had been afraid to ask again, but that had been a couple years ago, maybe now he would see how much she’d grown up. The thoughts of proving herself only intensified the nervousness she always felt before a heist.

The girls were dressed in civilian clothes, wigs and heavy makeup to help hide their identities. Their father of course, would be in his costume. He liked to take center stage and put on a show. Which was fine with Rebecca, she didn’t like to get much attention in public, the things they said on the news about Electron and his girls were cruel. The talking heads that would yell about how they needed to be caught, who argued about how best to punish them, the lies they told about them. The ‘funny’ late night skits portraying them as dolts or worse. Atten seemed to bask in watching the coverage, pointing out all the lies they told, laughing at their anger and pointing out to his daughters all that was wrong with the outside world, how intolerant and uninviting it seemed.

Rebecca walked in to the bank and nonchalantly took her place by the wall. She looked around to make sure everything was like they prepared for. And like they always things started to move fast. Electron burst though the door. She put up her forcefield as all the people went down. One field in front of each guard. But a shot fired from somewhere. She didn’t have time to do anything as she saw a man with his weapon aimed at Lydia. She was able to get a field up before he fired again but it took her a moment to realize with relief he had missed her sister. An arc shot from a nearby outlet, shocking the gunman to the ground but Rebecca was shaken now. This had slowed everything down, they needed to move fast before a heron showed up.
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Post by Silverstag » Thu Feb 08, 2018 4:37 pm

Lydia half sat, half slouched against the back-passenger door of the car. Her curly hair was neatly tucked under a long blonde wig. Her legs tucked up on the seat, she seemed lost to the world. Her sunglasses hid her eyes, although you could tell she was staring into the passing scenery by the blank expression on her face. Headphones settled over the wig, music thumped through the speakers. On drives into the city for a mission, the aspiring villain zoned out in the back trying to clear her mind of nerves and emotions. Music was one of the few things that allowed her to escape from her world. Listening to electronic music playlist on her phone, she unconsciously was braiding the wig into a single plait over her shoulder.

As they pulled into the planned spot for the vehicle, she methodically took the headphones off, tucked them and the phone under the seat. Breathe in, breath out. Silently, Lydia instructed herself. She had to keep herself in check. Otherwise, she would mess up and get them all injured or worse someone killed. After a minute or two Rebecca walked into the bank, Lydia followed. Pretending to be a citizen that needed to deposit money, she got in line for the tellers.

It felt like seconds later, she heard the slam of the doors as her farther made his entrance. Innocent people dropped to the ground and Lydia stood where she was, hands raised in front of her, fingers outstretched. She felt her power work as security cameras flew out of the walls and smashed into the ground. It was a few seconds later, her bright eyes focused on the security guards. A loud bang echoed across the tiled floors when she felt her hoodie rip on her left side by her rib cage. Lydia’s left hand flew to the tear, trying to feel where the pain would be. Fuck! Her eyes darted to the man who shot at her, and thrusted her right hand towards him, the gun ripped out of his hands as he fell from a electric arc. Too Slow. Damn it. The youngest sister felt no blood on her left hand.

Acting quickly, she raised her other hand to the second guard and stripped him of his weapons. She used the gun as a blunt weapon and knocked him out by a blow to the back of the head. The guard slumped onto the ground. She felt a twinge of guilt for the pain she inflicted on him. Immediately, squashing down the feeling, she made eye contact with Rebecca ready for the next stage. Where Electron actually steals what he came for. Shifting her position, she kept an eye on the front door, watching the exit for any new comers.

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Fred growled as he meticulously rotated the dial on his dispatch radio in his studio flat. The fuzzy static crackled and finally he got the station to tune in. Chatter quietly filled the place as he sat back in his dining chair. Leaning back on the two back legs of the chair, he balanced himself as he ate his lunch.

A take-out hamburger and fries from the dinner downstairs, he sloppily held it as he focused on the chatter. Today, he felt on edge. It had been a few days since he was able to beat someone to a pulp. The urge to beat some wrong doer seemed to grow through out the years. When he first started the vigilante gig, it was more about justice and a little bit about beating up bad guys. Now ten years later, he enjoys both parts of his job. Satisfying the need for justice that a regular policeman could not achieve and beating the fucker up before tossing him to the cops.
The retired cop took another bite of the hamburger and kept listening. Reports and check ins from patrols, nothing deeming a notice for the vigilante yet. Fred finished his burger in two more bites, crumpled up the wrapper and demolished the fries as he strutted over to his closet. Opening the wardrobe, he inspected inside. On the left was his regular button-down shirts, some work out clothes and slacks. On the right, neatly hung in order was his uniform.

Taking it out, he looked at the cracked mirror that hung on the inside of the wardrobe door. The uniform was silver and black. Short sleeves and form fitting, it was made of bullet proof material. Not that bullets really mattered for Frederick. He slipped on the uniform without hassle.
Since the accident in the laboratory, he never had to worry about bullets or much in weapons cutting into him. The chemicals had seen to mix in his body and created a mutation that allowed him to change his skin into a layer of diamonds. It also gave him superior strength than any other regular man he had known. Only other super heroes showed abilities like this. He had never seen himself like them, where they rely on their powers to get what they want. Fred used them, but he didn’t rely on them. Or at least, he tried not to. He went lengths to make sure his uniform was bullet proof, he had knives and his own weapons on his person in case his powers failed him.

Stretching his right arm in front of him, he watched as his battered fair skin twinkle and then become diamond like in appearance. Flexing his hand and then clenching, he did his usual inspection. He did this every time before he went out on patrol. He inspected every part of his body to make sure it didn’t change from the last time he used his powers.

The silence broke with the radio spitting out codes in a female voice. “Code 10-65-R Buckingham and 3rd Street. Repeat Code 10-65-R.” Frederick smiled. “Seems like my lucky day.” He looked back in the mirror to make sure he looked alright before making his whole body diamond. The diamond surface made his disguised and unidentifiable. Which, Fred felt lucky, he hated masks. 10-65 meant armed robbery. The character R meant superpowers were in at play in the situation. In an robbery case, meant a super villain out for some bank.

Frederick opened the window that led to the fire escape. He intentionally bought a flat downtown, so he had quick access to where most of the crimes happened. It would take him maybe a couple of minutes to hop a few buildings and be down at the intersection. Thinking of the city, he realized that one of the more major banks was on the south east corner. Shutting the window behind him, he quickly made his way to the crime scene.

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She was supposed to protect Lydia. And she hadn’t. An inch more and her sister could have been killed. All because Rebecca had missed one little detail, one man who wasn’t supposed to be there. But she didn’t have time to think about it now. She had to stay alert. Father had been there to protect Lydia but now Rebecca had to protect them both. She put a forcefield around her father as he moved forward around the cowering civilians.

He motioned Lydia to follow him and help as he headed toward the vaults. Rebecca stepped away from the wall and kept an eye on both them and the door. She scanned the room looking for any signs of a threat. Though it only took 5-10 minutes to clean out a vault, it always seemed like an hour to Rebecca. But things were going well. Everything was smooth.

At least it was at first. She turned her eyes flying to the door as she heard the sound of a woman cheer. And sure enough, there he was, that monster. Diamond Bane

She yelled to her father and sister. She could protect them from any projectiles but couldn't completely stop a strong man from breaking through. she could slow him down with a concentrated force field but it would take all her focus. She felt the same fear and anger she usually felt when seeing someone like him come rising up in her. Why couldn't he just leave them alone? She watched him, trying to predict his moves and keep a field in front of him, she felt the magnetic field as she created it in the air. He might not feel the tingle with his diamond skin but he would feel the resistance in every step forward as the negative charges in the air tried to repel him back. He would have to fight his way through and she would have to keep moving the field to impede him. She bit her lip, eyes focused as she worked.

"Go." Electron growled at Lydia, as if this was her fault. "Crush him with a desk or something then bring the car. I need two minutes."

He continued to stuff his bag, apparently confident his daughters could handle the hero.
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Rebecca’s yell to them, made her breathe freeze in her lungs. Side glancing back to where they left her Lydia’s face faltered for a few seconds when Electron growled at her to leave. It broke her heart to see that he though that it was her fault that Diamond showed up. How would she have controlled that? She controls objects, she is no where near mind control. Regaining her cool, she squashed the spike of insecurity. Giving a curt nod, she whipped around on her heel and headed back. When she came up to par with Rebecca she whispered what father had told her. “Two minutes till completion. I’ll distract stupid ass, once we are close to done, can you grab the car?” She asked quickly as she focused on items she could use against the super hero. Lydia could handle driving the car, but she knew that Rebecca was better at it. She waited for a response from Rebecca and then continued her slow walk towards the edge of the protective field.

Giving a small growl herself, she focused on Diamond who was still at the front of the bank. Taking her father’s orders literally, she went to work. Moving her hands delicately she focused her mental grip on one of the finance assistant’s desk at the front. Lifting it up, she felt the weight of the desk pull against her. It was weight she could handle but no matter what object she controlled, Lydia would feel the strain on her body. Lifting it up, she didn’t give Diamond Bane much time to react and she vaulted it towards him, aiming at his head.

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Frederick managed to get to the bank within 5 minutes. He gave a brief wave to some cops that were pulling up to the parking lot. Not stopping to speak, he scanned the entrance of the bank. He could see some innocents on the ground through the glass doors. It seemed like there was a few figures in the back. I guess I got a few baddies to beat up then. He stopped out of view from the entrance doors, and peeked in. Seeing no one at the immediate door, he opened the door and slipped in.

It would have been nice to have a quiet entrance but some innocent on the ground noticed and cheered loudly. He sighed quietly. There goes my surprise. He hated innocents sometimes, they tend to get in the way. The only girl who was in the lobby, made eye contact with him and he recognized the resistance in the air immediately. It was one of the girls that worked with Electron. The damn bastards. He took a step and felt like he was trying to move against half-frozen pudding. It was dense and hard work. It left him open for attacks.

With only the one girl, all he had to do is work his way to her and knock her out. It would drop the forces that worked against him. Unfortunately, a few seconds later, he saw a blonde run up to the first girl and speak to him. He couldn’t hear what they were saying but he recognized her as the second of the duo. “Shit.” He murmured to himself as he pushed harder through the field. Hoping that the distraction of someone talking to her, would let him slip through. If he was lucky, he would get a bit closer within a few seconds.

It was then, he heard a heavy object to his left shift in it’s weight. Wood creaked as he tried to duck but instead a large desk splintered against his skin. He didn’t feel much due to his strength and diamond skin. Frederick looked up after the desk fell around him and tried to take a few more steps. The blonde’s hands moved as another desk raised in the air, and slammed into him. The desk, pushed him to the side a few feet as he stumbled against the impact. His eyes focused on them. His mind wandered to who they were. What was their names again? He tried to keep tabs on all he worked against. It seemed like both young women were getting stronger each time he squared off with them. The duo worked well together, pairing each other’s strengths and weaknesses.

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Why did nothing ever go as planned? Rebecca listened to her sister’s words wondering how their father was always able to improvise so quickly. She didn’t reply to Lydia but made eye contact just long enough to make it clear she’d heard her.

She kept her focus on Diamond impeding his progress but letting the field down whenever Lydia hurled something at him. As she did it she gradually made her way toward the door. Two minutes though seemed to take a long time.

Electron moved as fast as he could. He didn’t need everything but he filled up the bag. If Lydia had been here he could have gotten much more and had her move it out, but not getting caught was more important then a couple hundred thousand extra dollars. There were other banks to rob later.

True to his word in less then two minutes he was sprinting toward the main door. He looked out the window using a jolt of energy to unlock and start the car.

Rebecca saw him coming she let down her field as she made a dash for the vehicle. She put a field around herself as the police gathered outside began to shoot at her. She floored it rushing toward the door to pickup her father and sister protecting the car and trying to protect them.

Electron did his best to inflict damage on Diamond Bane but it was hard to shock a man who's skin was coated in diamond. the hero stood between him and the door. the last thing he wanted was hand to hand combat, but there was no avoiding it. He cursed as he took a hard blow from a diamond hard fist. Finally he made it to the van where Rebecca had scooted to the passenger seat. Her attention was now on protecting the van from gunfire.

He sped out of the parking lot without speaking but Rebecca could feel the anger radiating from him, she wished she could sneak into the backseat. When the silence finally broke it was his younger daughter he addressed first.

"I told you to get the car. " he spat, "why is it neither of you can follow directions or think on your feet? Do you ever pay attention when I train you? And how did Diamond get there so fast? If you had done your jobs right all the security should have been disabled but I could tell you didn't take this seriously."

In all truth it had been his job to electrically disable the security system and it was likely they had a system he didn't know about and hadn't planned for.

He didn't yell, he just kept his voice calm but with an air of cold superiority, and an undertone of disappointment, "After all I've done for you girls, you won't even make an effort to help me. We could have had 3 times the haul if you hadn't messed up."

Rebecca mumbled an apology but didn't bother to make excuses as she squirmed in her seat trying and failing not to tear up.
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Frederick felt the area relax in tension as he noticed Electron rush up to the lobby of the bank. He noticed the bag in one hand. He growled. If he couldn’t get a hold of the girls, he should at least try to get the mastermind at hand. The tension dropped in the air as the first girl rushed past him. Frederick paid no mind to her and focused on Electron. Electricity rippled around him as Electron tried his best to inflict damage. A chuckle involuntarily came out of him as he swung his left fist, connecting and hitting the villain in the side. When Diamond Bane turned around to hit him again, Electron was already running to the car which was patiently waiting at the door.

Cursing, he turned around as he looked around for the blonde girl. She was already at the door, holding it open for Electron with one hand. With the other, he could see it outstretched towards him. Frowning, he realized what she was doing as he heard it. The podium at the front of the bank which held blank bank slips and pens ripped from the bolts that held it to the ground. It raised and rushed towards him. He raised his arms instinctively to protect his hardened face. It turned into splinters with the force of impact. Looking back up, he noticed the car doors shutting and the vehicle speeding out of his sight through the gunfire. He sighed and turned to the patrons of the bank to make sure that none of them were injured.

Lydia dove into the back seat, confident that her sister would ensure that none of the cop’s fire would hit here. Making sure she was out of the way of the bag of goodies that got flung in the back, she found her corner of the back seat and curled up. She felt exhausted from the stress of the job. Diamond Bane had showed up quickly. Most likely one of the bank tellers sent a signal to the cops and the vigilante to let them know they were in danger. She slid the blonde wig off and ran her hands through her matted hair. Her curly hair slowly coming back to the bouncy life it usually is.

The silence was killing her, she knew that her father was angry. Angry at her, no doubt she gathered. Lydia could see the tension in her older sister’s shoulders. She felt frustrated that Rebecca had to deal with the seething hero up in the front seat. Of all people, she didn’t deserve the anger. Lydia leaned forward setting her head against the back of Rebecca’s seat. Her left hand slipped through the space of the chair and the car door, softly squeezing her sister’s arm. Trying give some apology for the disaster of the mission.

Her hand quickly snapped back as her father spoke to her. Her blue eyes staring into the back of her father’s head. Anger swelled inside of Lydia, the seat buckles started shaking at the unoccupied back seats. Reminding herself to breath, she chewed her lip. She knew the security that she destroyed was cameras, but that was her job. She wanted to rebuttal that fact desperately, but she felt like more anger and punishment would come if she acted up. Lydia couldn’t sit still, she fidgeted with her hands, picking at the nail paint. “I knew Rebecca was better with the car than I was. I asked her to do it while I dealt with the asshole." The youngest sister said shakily, anger creeping into her voice. Lydia hated that Rebecca was getting in trouble for something that she had done. “It’s my fault. I’ll do better next time.” Lydia didn’t directly apologize, her emotions were starting to play with her too much, the wig moved a few inches next to her. Threatening to leap up and be thrown by her telekinesis.

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Atten's anger didn't last long. He had gotten what he wanted from the heist but he wanted to make sure his daughters were aware of every mistake they'd made. And he hated Diamond Bane, the man was becoming a constant nuisance.

"I'll have to find a way to take care of that hideous villain." he told the girls, "He has no right to do what he does."

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The next morning things had settled back to normal. After breakfast Atten had sat his daughters down and gone over the entire heist step by step. In his calm and cold way he had pointed out to them each of their perceived mistakes, asked them what they should have done and would do differently in the future, and administered a few shocks. Rebecca hated the way he could be so clinical, she would almost prefer a fit of anger to the calm, disconnected way he spoke as if he expected the failure. As if he wasn't surprised she still wasn't competent.

"I'll need you girls to spend the night in the guesthouse." he told them, "Linda is coming over. And Rebecca, I told her I was making a special diner so please start something for me before she comes, maybe that glazed halibut you tried a few months ago."

Rebecca forced a smile. "Sure. I think I could do some asparagus and buttermilk rolls with it. She's not the one who won't eat gluten is she?"

She never really liked hearing about her father's girlfriends. When she was a child she’d always kind of hoped her mother would come back to him. She knew now that would never happen. She wondered sometimes if their father even told his girlfriends he had kids or if he was ashamed of her and Lydia. It had been a long time since he'd ever introduced them to one of them.

But she didn’t say anything. She liked cooking so she packed up a few things for the night including her laptop. What she didn't realize is she'd accidentally taken Atten's instead of her own. Then started a nice meal. When it was almost time for Linda, or whatever her name was, to get there she set the table left the food on the stove where her father could pretend he’d made it. She headed out to the guesthouse to meet Lydia.

She gave her sister a smile when she got there.

“I made a little bit for us.” She told her setting a few pieces of Tupper wear on the table. She didn’t really mind staying in the guesthouse, she just didn’t like feeling like she’d been exiled from her own house. But she and Lydia would have a little fun. At least they knew their father would be to busy to monitor much of what they were doing, so they had a little freedom.
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Lydia kept silent through most of the following morning. She dreaded breakfast the next morning, biting her cheek painfully, to remind her to be silent as her father coolly reprimanded her for his mistakes. It was something she hated to go over when he wouldn’t let her work out what to do next, instead he would just tell her it was wrong and move forward. He rarely let her work it out herself on how to improve. He just expected it to be perfect without assistance next time.

Her pale blue wandered back over to her father as he advised that they where to avoid the main house for the night. Another woman. She mentally sighed, feeling her heart tighten. She felt isolated during these nights. He hid them under a rug, as if they were disgusting pieces of fecal matter. Her mind wandered to her childhood. Lydia never knew her mother or even Rebecca’s mother. She never had a mother figure in her life besides Rebecca caring for her. Sometimes, she wondered if her mother was still alive, and if so, where was she?

After breakfast, Lydia rushed to escape the house. She felt trapped inside the mansion today. Wandering the property, she always ended up listening to music and climbed trees to hide in the shade that the large trees provided. Outside she felt at peace, free of the father’s careful watch. The breeze comforted her as she watched leaves rustle on the wind. Smiling, she scrolled through the music selection and chose soundtracks that were calm. Outside she practiced her fine tuning of her powers. She twitched her fingers to manipulate the environment around her softly, sometimes picking up leaves and made them delicately dance on their own.

The teenager returned to mansion that afternoon to pack her night bag. Grabbing a few things to occupy herself, a few books, and a charger for her iPod, she threw them in the green canvas bag. Grabbing pjs and a set of clothes for the next day, she buckled the bag and headed to the guest house. Lydia entered the guest house that afternoon, opening the windows and giving some life to the still building. She usually got to the house first while Rebecca kindly made their father dinner. Setting her night bag in her room, she wandered the house. It was a guest house technically, but it was still rather large. A two-bedroom house, it included a large full-sized bathroom, a living room and a small kitchenette. Through the living room there was a sliding door that lead to a quiet patio with a few chairs and a coffee table for morning tea. Turning on the stereo, she hooked up her music and played something upbeat. Increasing the volume so she could hear it through the house, she gave a small flick of the hand and watched a book zip over from her room. Catching it, she fell into the couch and opened the book while she waited for her sister.

When the door opened, a small beep from their alarm went off, distracting Lydia from the story. Marking her page, she looked up to see Rebecca enter. Grinning, she sat up and watched her sister reveal dinner in plastic containers. “Oh thank goodness! That looks delicious!” She exclaimed getting up. Lydia loved Rebecca’s cooking. The younger sister forgot to eat earlier and could feel her stomach twist in anger of it’s emptiness. “Ready for tonight? At least we get some time to ourselves.” She said, trying to be optimistic about their banishment from the main house.

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The two girls chatted a little as they ate. The food was good and the conversation took Rebecca's mind off the stress of earlier. It was still light out but she was feeling lazy.

"Do you want to just watch a movie?" she asked her sister. "I've downloaded a few new ones."

When the dishes were rinsed she opened the laptop lid it was still on so she moved the mouse wake it up.

"Great." she said as she realized the wallpaper wasn't hers, "I must have grabbed the wrong laptop."

She sighed, she couldn't go back and get hers now.

"We can always stream something." she said, maximizing the browser. but she stopped when she saw what was up on it. It looked like some kind of department of justice page, but what stopped her was the picture. Beck, Leona J it read. It seemed to be some kind of parole information. It had a mug shot, details of sentence and crime and parole stipulations and contact information. There was no phone number but there was an address.

She didn't say anything more. She was surprised just how much emotion attacked her as she stared at the picture of the frowning face of the woman who'd abandoned her. She looked at the messy, unwashed, dark brown hair and touched her own. Rebecca bit her lip either to fight off tears or to fight off screaming in anger as she read the few details on the page again and again as if they would contain the answers to the questions she'd had her whole life.
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Lydia smiled at the offer to watch a move. When it was nights like this alone with her sister, she felt like she could relax and be herself. “Sure, I could always watch one!” She quipped as Rebecca fiddled with the laptop. Lazily she twisted a lock of hair while she waited. When silence filled the room after her sister mentioning streaming a movie since she grabbed the laptop, Lydia quirked an dark eye brow. Peering over to her with curious eyes, the younger of the two noticed the other shaken up. Were those tears? Feeling an anxious knot appearing in her stomach, she moved over to view the screen.

“Becky…” She said softly as peered at the screen. It was a simple website design. Meant more for information instead of prettiness. “Department of Justice? What was dad researching?” She bantered cautiously. Her eyes automatically started at the top of the screen and slowly moved down. It was when she saw the picture she gave a quick intake of breath. It looked like Rebecca. Her hair. It’s identical. Lydia frowned as she quickly read the details. Memorizing the name and the address. “This is…” Blue eyes tore away from the screen to study Rebecca.

“Are you okay? I can’t tell if you are going to cry or yell.” She asked, trying to keep her tone light. She knew that Rebecca did not have much contact with her mother. Lydia knew that it was a sensitive subject. Of course it would be. I would be a mess. . .I would want to see her. Answers to so many questions. Lydia felt like she knew what she would do if she was Rebecca’s shoes. But it was not her mother, not her choice.

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Rebecca just stared at the screen not even replying to her sister at first. She got up.

"I'm fine," she said, not looking her in the eye. "Just find something for us to watch."

She moved to a chair on the other side of the room and stared out the window biting her lip.

"She's not even that far away." she said quietly, her voice breaking, "You would think she'd at least want to come visit. Doesn't she even wonder what I'm like? Who I grew up to be?"

Lydia would understand, Lydia was in the same boat, abandoned by a mother who didn't want her. Rebecca covered her face as she started to cry. She'd always tried to tell her self she didn't care, she had her father, had her sister, lived in a large house with everything she wanted, what did she need a dead beat mother for?

"When I have kids, I'm going to be a good mother, I'm going to be there for them, not abandon them so I can go smoke pot and shoot heroin and party." She was still crying but there was rising thread of anger as she spoke. she stood suddenly looking up at the ceiling, trying to stop her tears, "I bet she thinks I'm just some looser like her. I should put on my nicest clothes and go over there right now, show her I'm not like her at all, I'm smart, I'm successful, and I never needed her anyway."
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Lydia chewed her lip as she watched her sister swim through her emotions. The younger sister watched Rebecca move to the other side of the room, mumbling about watching something. Lydia moved closer to Rebecca, not caring about the movie. As her older sister worked through it, she spoke out loud. Lydia could see the pain seep through.

Moving to sit next to Rebecca, she leaned against the couch. Having nothing of worth to say about Rebecca’s mom visiting, Lydia’s heart sank. What was there to say to that? She had no idea what a mother would do. She had left Rebecca and never reached out, never once did they hear from her. Pale eyes wandered back to the computer, it had all the information they needed. Rebecca even said they were close. They both know how to drive. Her mind tugged at her heart strings. If it was her own mother how would she feel, Betrayed. A mother is supposed to be there for their children.
Lydia gave a soft smile at the thought of kids and Rebecca’s claim to be someone that will be there. How would we even meet someone ? Father never allows up to talk to anyone. Perhaps another hero – like us? Her thought process briefly went over how they were isolated from the world. Their father took care of them, but rarely did they get to see the others. They didn’t even see the women he brought home. Placing a hand on Rebecca’s leg, Lydia gave a comforting squeeze as tears started to stream down her face.

Moving her hand when Rebecca suddenly stood, Lydia’s eyebrows rose at the thought. “Leave?” She whispered, her voice edged with excitement. She thought about how Rebecca felt, wanting to prove she was someone better than her mother. Lydia agreed, she would want to do the same if it was her. “I think you should prove her how strong you are. I mean look at you, you kept us safe on how many missions, you are super smart and compassionate. You said she isn’t far. Father wouldn’t even know if we left. I think we should go. Then you can tell her how you feel, show her how much better you are on your own.” Lydia said, slowly rising to her feet. Taking Rebecca’s hands, she made eye contact. “We should go. I’ll be there with you. To support you.”

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Rebecca stared at her sister when she seemed to take her suggestion seriously. There were still tears stinging her eyes. Normally Rebecca would not be the adventurous one. Normally she would tell Lydia that was a bad idea, that they would get in big trouble. It seemed they always got caught when they broke rules. If they left father would find out later, she knew that, but right now she wasn't thinking with her mind she was thinking with her emotions. She didn't care about the consequences or the supposed danger of the outside world, not in that moment.

"Let's go." she said suddenly with resolute anger. She couldn't go back to the main house for clothes but she could change into the best what she had with her. She brushed her hair. She looked in the mirror at her puffy eyes. She put a resolute, haughty look on her face, then tried a smirk mimicking her fathers. Somehow the idea of confronting her made her feel strong. She rehearsed what she'd say in her mind, imagining her mother apologizing, imagined the regret in her eyes as she realized what she'd missed out on. Rebecca imagined storming out, a smirk on her face, telling her mother it was too late, she would never see her again.

She let Lydia 'acquire' the keys to their chosen vehicle. Her powers were more suited to that. She also asked her sister to drive. her emotions simmered as she sat n the passenger seat. Now she felt more sadness creeping in, more longing. Maybe things would go well, maybe they would end up establishing a relationship. the anger and the longing churned in her heart as they drove, and the nerves only grew the closer they got.

Finally they pulled in the parking lot of a small, run down looking apartment building. Rebecca looked up toward the second floor. She saw the 6 on the door. The door they should go knock on. She stared at it, not moving.

"This was stupid." Rebecca told her sister, "we should go home..."

but she kept staring at the door.
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Lydia stared at her sister when she agreed to her plan. Rebecca actually agreed, her heart squeezed with anticipation and then, she realized it also hurt a little. Rebecca was in pain and nervous and all sorts of emotion due to her mother. Not just now, but over the years of no communication - it hurts. Lydia could recognize the pain because she felt it too. Anyone would if they were in their specialized predicament. Nodding quickly, Lydia went to work.

While Rebecca was preparing in the house they were in now, Lydia threw on her heather gray hoodie and sneakers. Pulling her curly hair up into a messy bun, she didn’t look bother to look in a mirror and spend time on her appearance. She had planned to be the background, quiet - if that was even possible - support for her only sister. Once they were ready, Lydia led them to the main house. Obtaining the keys was a bit difficult, she had to draw on her memory of where they were, work her fingers in the air as the metal ring slowly lifted off the counter, and floated near the floor all the way to the garage where they hid. Thankfully, their father had installed a manual garage door if the power went out. As quietly as she could, she rolled the garage door up enough to get the car out. She had chosen a small 4 door sedan that their father uses when not on a job. Putting the car in neutral, she pushed the car out with mental assistance Lydia was afraid of starting the car near the house, and they pushed it halfway down the driveway until she felt comfortable enough to start the engine.

Driving to the address Rebecca gave her was a quiet ride. Both in their own thoughts, she pulled up to the neglected apartment building. Following her older sister’s eyes, she found door number 6. Hearing her sister start to self-doubt, Lydia shook her head. “Oh hell no girlie. Remember how you felt back at home when we found her address? You will regret if we don’t go up there. Besides, we are two powerful heroes. What is one lady going to do against our powerful duo? Nothing. I got your back.” Lydia urged her, grabbing her hand and squeezing it. Without a second thought, she pressed the unlock button on the car door, and with a mental nudge, opened Rebecca’s door. Getting out herself, she walked over to Rebecca’s side. “We can do this, deep breathes!” She said, trying to give a smile in the reassurance.

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With a nervous but determined sigh, Rebecca got out of the car when the door opened. She walked with Lydia up the wooden stairs, feeling the chipping blue paint on the railing beneath her hand. They paused again by the door, she looked her sister in the eye and bit her lip. She felt her stomach tighten as she knocked twice on the door. She couldn't help but hope no one was home.

"Door's open you idiot." A woman's voice called, "Just come in."

Cautiously they made their way into a small apartment. The lights were off but the TV on. Dirty dishes sat on a counter off to the side and everything looked like it needed cleaned. A woman sat on the couch. She looked tired and older then Rebecca expected.

"Leona?" she asked carefully. She had already decided she would never call the woman 'mom'.

The woman on the couch turned to look at them, obviously surprised that it wasn't whoever she'd been expecting.
Her dark hair was matted and unbrushed and the bloodshot eyes that looked at them had bags underneath.

"who the h*ll are you?" she asked the girls.

"Rebecca.." Rebecca responded cautiously. She was stiff now, unsure of what to think.

"You mean you have my money for her?" Leona asked, "Did Atten send you?"

"He... Father doesn't know I'm here.." she said still very unsure.

Her mother stood looking confused as she took a couple of steps toward them, "Wait, you are Rebecca?"

Rebecca just stood there as her mother looked at her completely at a loss of what to say.

"I never really thought I'd meet you." she said, "You do look like Atten, I hope you don't get his personality though. Your kind of pretty."

"So did he send you with the money or is this his way of saying I don't get anymore since your all grown up?" she asked "Because if he wants to play that game he ought to know a kids not the only thing I have over him."


Rebbecca really started to wish she hadn't come as she stood silently trying to decide what to say. Her mother looked at her expecting an answer.

"I just came to meet you, father doesn't know we're here...I don't have any money." she almost whispered. "I just wanted to meet you..."


Leona shrugged and sat back down and motioned the girls to as well. She studied her.


Rebecca looked at Lydia before sitting cautiously and stiffly on the couch. Her mother glanced at Lydia curiously.


"And who are you?" she asked.
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