So, I need some help here, my dudes.

I know that somewhere I promised that the next book I did wasn't going to be an older brothers book, but oh well. Guess that isn't happening.

I'm also a sporadic chipmunk who acts like they're on crack, so I can never stay on one project for long.

All that being said, I seriously need your help. I wrote a thing and I don't know if it's any good. I need your opinions, my loves, desperately.

Read it and be honest. If it sucks, tell me and I won't publish because no one wants to read a terrible story. If you want me to write and publish it, lemme know.

Here goes nothing.

PROMPT ONE: The world was changing. We didn't notice it because, well, the human race isn't exactly the most observant. But, one morning, we woke up and everything was different.

People could do things that were once considered impossible, and they could do them with ease. Superheroes and supervillains became a real thing, not just something for the movie industry to make millions off of.

And that was terrifying.

No one knew how it started or why people changed. It just happened and there was no explanation.

Tests and experiments were done and there was still nothing to explain what was happening to the world and people around us.

Of course, that was long before I was born.

But it was the most important thing we learned in history class when we were old enough to understand that we still didn't have any answers to any of our questions.

And then, the world changed again. Slightly less of an impressive change, but a change nonetheless.

Supervillains started winning, which wasn't too great of a thing.

And then, my parents were born. Of course, they didn't change the world until long after they were born. Mid-twenties, I would say.

My dad, Lucas Ivanov was a puppet master, meaning he could make people and objects into his puppets. Thank God he was a superhero or else everyone would've been screwed.

My mother, Hailey Masters, was a gravity manipulator. Quite frankly, I'm not altogether sure what that meant but she made a badass supervillain.

They met, fell in love, retired, and had my brothers and I. Classic story, huh?

But unlike most superhero stories, there wasn't a happy ending for them.

It seemed stupid, really, that a car crash killed two of the most deadly beings that the world had ever seen. I was only a toddler so I didn't remember them or anything about that night.

My parents were incredibly famous so I know what the media has said and I know what my brothers have said. That night really was just a terrible accident. Or, at least, that's what I hoped.

Now, to my brothers, as previously mentioned. My parents must've been very patient and had great stanmia, because I have six older brothers.

I know, it sounds like the beginning to every heartfelt, little sister, coming of age story out there.

Let me tell you one thing right now, those stories lied. It's not so much them being older brothers than them being complete and total asses whenever they wanted and then getting away with it because I was the youngest and always blamed. My eldest brother, Malaki, was twenty-three. He was the guardian of everyone. We lived with my aunt until he turned eighteen and adopted us all. He put himself through college and then built his business out of nothing.

I have no idea what Malaki's business is, but I was pretty sure he had his hands in all of the pies. He was considered the richest man in the world. He was also a mind reader, telekinetic, and could make force fields. It was great until he got mad at you for getting a C in math. My second eldest brother, Xavier, was twenty-one. He was the mother hen of the family. If anyone needed anything and didn't feel like talking to my usually unemotional eldest brother, they went to Xavier.

He was a doctor, but worked at a private hospital owned by Malaki. Xavier was probably the best friend of all of my siblings because he was just cool and fun to be around.

But, that being said, he could also get really scary really quickly. Problem was that he was super protective. He could control technology with his mind and could also manipulate emotions. Not nearly as cool as Malaki but somehow even more dangerous.

It also sucked when you were grounded because he could make every single electronic of your's not work. Ugh. My third eldest brother, Ryder, was practically a bad boy Superman. So, warning, don't pick a fight with him. He was only nineteen but he was still a very scary human being when pissed off.

Thank God he was typically on my side.

He was courteous and chivalrous and a bunch of other stuff that would've made Superman proud, had the hero been real, but Ryder was different in several other ways. He didn't mind using his powers to scare people and he also had no problems with hitting a woman if the girl hit him first.

He also had no qualms with killing people if it made his point come across more clearly. Invulnerability, flight, and super strength was what made people call him Superman, along with his black hair and blue eyes. He hated that nickname, so I made sure to call him by it all the time. Now, Tobias. He was my fourth eldest brother at eighteen. What he liked to call the year of freedom, although he was still living in the family manor.

He was the most introverted of my brothers, more interested in painting and photography than going out and partying. He told everyone that eighteen was the year of freedom because then nothing kept him from continuing with his art career, even though Malaki didn't approve.

I thought Tobias's art was amazing, both because he was incredibly talented and because he needed an outlet. He had a depressing power called necromancy, where he could speak to dead people and basically make an army of the dead. Being around ghosts all the time had to be sad. He also had the ability to manifest weapons out of thin air, which was pretty epic by the way.

Tobias hated his powers and rarely used them, unless someone royally pissed him off. I was happy I could say that I'd never made him that mad, even when I broke his camera. Zander was my shortest tempered brother. It didn't take very much at all to set him off.

Unfortunately, since he got angry super easily, I'd been on the receiving end of that rage on occasion. He'd never hurt me, purposely or accidentally.

While his control over his powers was somewhat lacking, he couldn't even think of hurting those he loved. Or, that was how he put it in a drunken stupor one night.

He was seventeen, and the older of the twins by five minutes and thirty-four seconds. He always bragged. He had fire, water, and earth manipulation. Basically, he could control a lot of elements. Yeah, big mess whenever he got frustrated. Hayden, the younger of the twins, was my most intellectually motivated brother. He wanted to become a chemist for some company. He was pretty quiet and reserved, but that was mainly because he was constantly studying.

Talk about boring.

Malaki could never understand why Hayden wanted to do something outside of the family business, which led to their fair share of arguments. I knew because I was always dragged into the middle of it, somehow or another.

Hayden had metal and weather manipulation and he could talk to animals. I wish I knew what dogs were thinking.

Would they be really intelligent or would they be the goofy, adorable dogs that everyone thought they were?

Hayden never told me, just to irritate me. Okay, so I think that's the whole rundown on the family. Oh crap! You must think I'm the rudest person on earth, not introducing myself.

My name is Andrea Ivanov, and I'm the only girl in my family.

Wonderful.

Awful.

Whatever you want to call it. I'm what some would call a healer, meaning I can heal anything from a broken leg, to cancer, to depression, to alcoholism. Pretty awesome, if you ask me. I'm also what I like to call a blocker.

So, you remember how Malaki can read minds? Yeah, he can't read mine. I unconsciously block people from being able to use invasive powers on me, like Xavier's emotional manipulation or Malaki's telepathy.

Needless to say, I was the only member of my family who could get away with lying about something. So, our story. It's complicated. I hope you can keep up because this is what your world is about to become.

This isn't all that apocalyptic so don't worry too much. But, the world does change once more and not for the better.

The only difference from all the times before, I was right there in the middle of everything.

Everyone wanted my brothers on their side, and the easiest way to get my brothers to do anything that didn't benefit them directly, was to involve me. One thing to remember: There are no heroes.

There are just people who try and do the right thing in the face of evil.

Heroes aren't real. They're a story to tell children who are frightened of the monster under their bed.

But, there are villains. And those are the monsters under the bed that children really need to be afraid of.