Nobody ever said that being unnatural was easy. But nobody ever said it was painstakingly hard either, did they?
As Future said, ďEverything comes with an equal and opposite force,Ē and Iím pretty sure he copied that from someone of something, but what matters is what he said. And I donít believe it. By my opinion, being supernatural only means the opposite part, the bad part of the good part. Never is it the so-called good part.
Right, now that thatís out of the way, let me introduce you to our team.
First, as mentioned above, thereís Future, Mindlessí twin, but thatís only because Silk says so. Future is able to read, as obvious from his name, the future, except the only future he can read is bad future, and he can only predict bad omens, and therefore unless someone wants to figure out what theyíre cursed with, no one wants to interact with him. Itís quite an interesting reason to be isolated. And itís also quite dumb too. Futureís also blind, and thatís another big drawback on him, but we donít actually know heís blind. He says heís blind, but the other day we found a picture of him five years ago and he had eyes. He just had completely black eyes with pure red pupils. So Iím guessing that Future was sick of getting poked fun of because of his eyes and then therefore decided he was going to quit and just say he was blind. We donít know, because we just met him a year ago with Mindless. The drawback on that supernatural power is that if he attempts to see the future too much, all heíll ever be able to think of is the future. A literal living nightmare. Oh, and one more thing. Future is a half-vampire, because his mother was a fortune-teller and his father was a vampire.
Mindless is Futureís twin, as said before, but instead of being blind and able to see the horrible future, heís what his name suggest: mindless. He can possess any human or living thingís body, and control it to do what he wants it to do, so thatís pretty cool. The bad thing about that is that he has a limited time he could use that power each week. Five times each week, and when they were little, Future said he predicted that if Mindless used it too much, he would become a vegetable person. In other words, a living corpse that breathes and canít do anything else. Itís not very encouraging to us either that Mindless dresses the way his name sounds, completely decked out in gray. Another bad thing is that while he can inject his soul into another thingís shell, his original body is completely soulless, with or without a soul, meaning he has no objective in life. But whilst Mindless has no objective in life, he also has no objective in death, so every day is the same to him, as dreadful and boring as it always is. But thatís kind of a strange way to put it, as he can sleep and talk and criticize people. Just very rarely, so rarely we mostly overlook his existence. I might as well as just say he doesn't see anything good in life, but neither anything good in death. His past was so horrid Future canít even talk about it and the last time we attempted to ask him, he actually reacted to it. Violently. It the only one weíve found he reacts to too.
Silk is the youngest in out group ( or at least she looks like it, even though she claims she's one-hundred and forty six years old), and as adorable as she is, she is a nutcase. We can almost never make out the sense of anything she says. Sheís the one that says Mindless and Silk are twins, but the truth is, theyíre not. Or at least I think theyíre not even if theyíre born on the same date, same minute, just not with the same parents. Even if they know each other crazy well and can feel each otherís pain. Or even be able to pinpoint each other like they have an inner GPS installed. Back to Silk. The reason sheís called Silk is because her hair is so amazingly long and impossibly silky. It reaches the ground and twists in any way she wants it too. It can pick a couple of locks, but if she messes up a single spring and gets trapped, none of her hair will come out. Thatís the bad thing: Silkís hair is like one giant living creature. You canít possibly just pull the arm off of a human, even if youíre in a really big hurry and theyíre stuck, because the pain is incomprehensible. You canít even imagine the pain. That is, unless you really were torn apart from your arm. Then she has to spend time and go untangle it. And it will bite anyone that steps on it too, so watch your feet unless you want to be bitten.
Fourth, thereís Puppet, who plays with puppets so much and enjoys taking them apart even more that she knows the human skeleton better than any anthropometrist. She can revive any living thing (or that lived) with the sacrifice of losing her own life span. She could have lived for about 700 years, but two years ago she decided she was going to revive a stray puppy and cat, and that took about 50 years of her life away. Except the ingrates of animals just went out onto the streets and got themselves killed again. The problem with that was that within her race of people, if you donít have up to at least 500 years of life you began to wither into an old hag at the age of 15, turn to an old granny at age 20, and die at approximately age 40. Puppet has a really distressing past though, and thatís because her father took her as a puppet this one time and tried to operate on her. Heís deaf because before become a puppeteer, he was a soldier, and his ears were impacted so much by the bombs that he became deaf. So Puppetís screams were completely ignored by her father, and it wasnít until he finally realized the ďpuppetĒ he was working on looked fairly like his daughter that he stopped. So nowadays, as long as Puppet sees a surgical knife of any sort, she goes screaming and crying. Her face is scarred for life, and her torso is too. And therefore, she wears incredibly long pieces of clothing.≠
Last but not least, thereís me. My name is Cloud, and my ability is that I can float in air. My name Cloud was given by two means: 1) Iím about as light as a cloud 2) Iím as pale as a cloud. I give people the image of the White Queen, except not on an Ice Chariot, but floating, and my drawback is that I disappear if I float too much. It is possible for me to not float, but the minute I unclasp that horribly heavy length of chain from my wrist and legs I have to have a complete urge to stay on the ground. If I donít think about staying on the ground, I tend to start floating. When I float too much, my body starts to become one with the clouds and water vapor, so when I do get back to the ground, parts of me disappear and become part of the atmosphere. The only time I can get parts of my body back is when the Rain Shower comes, and for my race, thatís the fourth of April. The only bad part is that itís one in three-hundred and sixty-five days, and if it doesnít rain that day, I have to wait another year. Itís horrible, but not as bad as the othersí. And yes, I am the known leader of the group.
Thatís me and my group, and the five of us have been seeking for a place to let us in for the past three years.
And weíve successfully found one.
One that might kill us all.