I first noticed something was wrong with my younger brother David when he was two months old. My mother and I were living in a sparse homeless shelter in New York City for several months after he was born. I'd help feed and take care of my baby brother whenever I could, but I knew he wasn't a normal baby. He'd look at me with his round, empty eyes and I'd start to feel uneasy, as if the world doesn't quite make sense anymore and reality wasn't as simple as I thought as an eight year old child...

Now he's eight years old. My mother had another son two years after him. The ten year old, Travis, is the quintessential young boy, always running amok with a boisterous and mischevious air. His energy is tangible, and when you look into his eyes you can't help but to feel joy. David is the polar opposite. He withdraws from all social contact; when he is in a social situation, one can plainly see that he doesn't know what to say or do. He is a lonely, angry child. His eyes remain unsettling. The school already contacted my mother about the potential dangers regarding his powers that will emerge in puberty, as superpowers are rooted in a person's core personality. My powers haven't even emerged yet and I'm 16, so my entire family are under close surveillance by the NSA. The National Superpower Agency keeps an eye out for any anomalies in the population that may cause mayhem, as most powers were beneficial to careers such as medicine and law and not necessarily a life of crime and villainy. My mother has the gift of precision, and we moved out of the shelter in New York once she finished nursing school. Now, she's on her way to becoming one of the top surgeons in the city. Many people adjust their careers according to their powers they develop in puberty, no later than age 14. Travis will probably have an athletic power since he's naturally energetic and tireless, but David could harbor some dark energy.. And as for me, I'm a little bit of both. I'm popular and happy to the outside world, but I've been diagnosed with depression and panic disorder. I punch walls and cut myself whenever I get too angry, lest someone else may get hurt because of me. I may be as unstable as David, and that might be the reason why there's a letter from the NSA in my mother's uncharacteristically shaky hands.

"Everyone come here. I have bad news."

My brothers sat at the kitchen table and looked solemnly at Mom. My stomach clenched at her tears.

"David and Susan, you two are going to a special place for a bit while the doctors find out what's causing all your sadness... I love you two very much, and I think it'd be a good thing. Maybe you'll find out your powers as well and-"

A succession of three rapid knocks on the front door interrupted her, and a cascade of soldiers flooded the room.

I woke up in a sterile room alongside my brother. He was still asleep, with electrodes protruding from his brain and marking his brain waves on a monitor next to him. I struggled for a bit until I realized they restrained me with worn leather straps. Anger started to well up inside, and an unfamiliar sense of power began to course through my body. My fingertips went numb, and I reached for my brother's hand. "Please don't be scared,"

A young doctor entered the room.

"Your family was in great danger. We believe that your brother harnesses an extraordinary amount of negative energy, while your other brother contains an unusually high amount of positive energy. We have reason to believe their superpowers may be too powerful and too opposite of each other that they may cancel each other out. As well as the entire East coast. As for you, we believe you're capable of shielding people from harm, judging by your masochistic personality. You'll be a great asset to the U.S. Military."

"What.. What about my brothers?"

"Oh, they'll be a great asset as well,"