Your POV

"Yes. Yes, I have," I said, but I didn't move to get up.

She looked down at me, and cocked her head. Raising her eyebrow, she said "Well? Are you coming or not? I don't have all night, and if you're just going to waste my time, stop looking for us on the internet."

I sat in the bottom of the dumpster for a few minutes. She let the lid fall back down and I assumed that she walked away from the dumpster before her words registered in my head and I realized that my last chance at being with Chase again rode on this green-eyed girl.

"Wait!" I shouted, springing up and out of the dumpster. "Wait, I'm coming!"

She smiled mysteriously at me and nodded. "I had a feeling you would."

We walked in silence as she led me through the quiet alleyways of the city, until I finally plucked up the courage to ask, "so, you have... abilities?"

"Yeah. I was lucky enough to be born with them, but my partner, Hurricane, wasn't. He got his in a chemical accident three years ago and is still having trouble controlling them."

She turned her head and smiled at me again. "We're pretty sure we can help you. So, what exactly can you do?"

"I'm not sure. My left side runs hot and my right side runs cold. I've been able to force fire and ice out of my hands, but I've only done it once. I just want to be able to control it."

"That's pretty cool, if you'll pardon my pun. Now, most important thing: is there anyone out there who might come looking for you? Because we are a very secret organization."

Briefly, for a moment, I thought of Chase. Shaking my head, I tried to rid my self of thoughts of him before saying, "No. It's just me."