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"Man dies of cold, not of darkness." ~ Miguel de Unamuno The night is not typically known for its warmth. Spending most of my days asleep or in training and my nights prowling the streets of the city I've become accustomed to the familiar chill of the air. The summer is too hot when goose bumps don't line my arms and the winter's going weak if I don't feel the harsh bite of numbness digging into my skin. The night is a cold place; it leaves shards of ice in the heart and a glint of steel in the eyes of the creatures that lurk in the shadows between the moonbeams. My team and I, we're the warmest things out here, for now. Teacher, he just

Teresa liked being in charge. She liked knowing what was going on and how to deal with it. Her biggest weakness, she would hardly even admit to herself, was her fear of instability. Not knowing what was happening, not knowing how to deal with it or just plain not knowing, was chaos personified in her mind. She prided herself on knowing all that she could about her teammates. She knew their strengths, their weakness, what they liked doing and what they hated. There were few things they did that could throw her off or surprise her in the least, and that was part of the reason she loved them. They were stable, they were reliable, they were pred