my body is no longer his temple;

On the twelfth hour of the first day of October 1989, forty-three women around the world gave birth. This was unusual only in the fact that none of these women had been pregnant when the day first began. Sir Reginald Hargreeves, eccentric billionaire and adventurer, resolved to locate and adopt as many of the children as possible. He got eight of them.

Crystal Hargreeves, unfortunately was one of those eight. Specifically, according to her father, she was number zero. Well, currently number zero. Originally when he assessed their supernatural abilities she was chosen to be number one. His shining star, muse, and prodigy.

And she held onto that title for as long as she could, trained harder than any of her other siblings, worked for hours on end to the point where she was left in physical pain trying to control her telekinetic abilities. But, eventually, like all of them did, she disappointed her father. No longer motivated to continue her training after one particular session that left her in the bed for two weeks, unable to focus on anything other than breathing, he demoted her. Zero. Worthless. A failure. A mistake.

Then, Ben died. And all she wanted was to leave. To be a normal kid with a normal life and normal family. So she did. She left at sixteen cutting all contact off with her family. She came out of the closet. She become a social worker to help innocent kids who were put in positions they shouldn’t have had to deal with, just like her. She met a girl. She fell in love. She got engaged. She started planning her wedding―

And then Reginald Hargreeves dies, and the world’s is ending. (Apparently.)