Livia was dressed in her pajamas by around 10 PM. Her bed was waiting to be slept in, her teeth were brushed to the point where her gums would surely bleed, and she had her clothes waiting for her in the morning to be put on. Honestly, she hated this ritual. It was Saturday night for cripes' sake! No normal teenager-scratch that-<span style="font-style: italic">any</span>teenager slept that early on the weekends-except for her of course.<br/><br/>"Oh, but Livia," her mother would say, "What's the point in sleeping late? You're a growing girl! You need the extra sleep. Besides, why wake up when the day is half over? It makes you feel like you have more to do, for instance homework."<br/><br/>And there was no harm in that. Yeah, her mother was right as usual, but it was such a pain to have to listen to her all the time. Maybe she wanted to go to bed at<span style="font-style: italic">10:30</span>PM. When was she going to be able to make her own decisions?<br/><br/>"You have to wait until you're 18. For now, you live under my house and my rules," she said. Dammit.<br/><br/>Well, no matter! Her eighteenth birthday was only about a year away. And then she could decide what colors she wanted for her room and what she wanted as a present for living another full year of life out (although it was never full in the first place) and even choose a car!<br/><br/>Her mother opened the door just as Livia buttoned up her pajama top.<br/><br/>"You're not asleep yet, I see."<br/><br/>"Relax, Mom. I'm gonna."<br/><br/>"Alright." Livia's mother began to walk out of the doorway and then turned her head back once. She opened her mouth to say something, but then moved forward. Livia shut off the lights crawled into bed at last, falling asleep faster than she realized dreaming of cars, furniture she's always wanted...<br/><br/>And then a memory.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">Actually, she wasn't even sure if this was a memory or something created by her dreams. But it kept playing...<br/><br/>"A girl!" cried her father, "A little girl..." Her weary mother handed the child over to her father who was cuddling and cooing at the little bundle he held in his arms. "She's precious, isn't she?"<br/><br/>"Yes, she is," said her mother, frowning, "Maybe...more precious than I realized." Her father sat by his wife's side, looking at her intently.<br/><br/>"What is it? Is something wrong?"<br/><br/>"I've been thinking and... I feel Heaven is not the best place to raise a child at the moment being with the Demons and all-"<br/><br/>"We've discussed this! Besides, you know very well as I do that Earth is basically a battlefield. What good would it be to raise her there?"<br/><br/>"And you think she'll be safer in Heaven? If the Demons trespass, she's dead because they'll know she has Gods for parents! At least on Earth we have a better chance of disguising it." Her father sighed.<br/><br/>"I don't like this. You <span style="font-weight: bold">promised</span> you'd agree with me on this no matter what and not try your"-<br/><br/>"I'm not trying to persuade you! I'm only telling you the truth." She glanced at her daughter who was barely able to open her eyes. "Times have changed. We have to do something."<br/></span><br/>And then the film stopped playing. It was odd... Her "parents" shown had golden hair in contrast to the mousy brown color they have, but she could still tell it was them other than that difference. Then another clip played in her mind-this time an actual memory.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">A young Livia was sitting on the stairs as her brunette mother gently lathered neosporin where the burns on her upper torso were. She didn't cry, but she was hissing and whining at the cool touch of the cream dissolving on her skin.<br/><br/>"Livia, why were you using the Easy Bake oven without telling me? Oh you poor thing, look at you!" Livia sniffled and wiped her eyes. "And now Dad's getting rid of the thing. He never liked that I bought you it in the first place."<br/><br/>"S-Sorry..." And then she smiled. "Y-You think maybe I'll get super powers?" Her mother looked at her at first surprised, but then puzzled. <br/><br/>"Superpowers? What kind of super powers?" Livia grinned.<br/><br/>"Ya know-like how Spider Man got bit by that spider and got spider powers! Maybe I'll get cooking powers or-or maybe I can play with fire!" </span><br/><br/>Her mother laughed at this, but when Livia heard it this time in her memories, the laugh sounded more relaxed.<br/><span style="font-style: italic"><br/>"Happy birthday, Livia! Now blow out the candles! Don't forget to make a wish!" Livia, now about eleven years old leaned close to her birthday cake.<br/><br/>"Oh, do I have to? I'm tired of blowing out the candles..." <br/><br/>She flicked her hand boredly at the direction of the cake and the flames...fell off the tip of the candle. She gasped and raised her hand, watching as the flames obeyed the movements of her hands. <br/><br/>"Wow, look at me! I <span style="font-weight: bold">DO</span> have super powers!" Her still brunette parents looked at each other worriedly.<br/><br/>"Uh...Livia, just put out the fire. Be careful. You don't to burn the house, do ya?" <br/><br/>"Oh. Sorry."<br/><br/>Livia remembered this well. She remembered her parents immediately reacting the way they did. And then she would flick her hand again and the flames would go out, but this time, they hit a picture frame. It went on fire and her parents started screaming.<br/><br/>"Livia, what are you doing!?" <br/><br/>"What?" Livia pulled back the flames, but she couldn't detach it from the picture frame. Instead, it spread along the walls of her kitchen and soon enough began to devour the rest of the house to ashes. <br/><br/>Her parents' hair went on fire, burning away their brown hair and revealing golden strands. And then blurry creatures kicked down the already burning door knob and on their first thought, grabbed Livia and fleed with her out of the house just before it crumbled down on her parents.<br/><br/>"See!? I TOLD you we should have stayed in Heaven!" That was the last thing she heard in the background...</span><br/><br/>Livia woke up, startled. She felt cold and sweaty. Her head was pounding madly. Those last words kept screaming in her head...<br/><br/>She couldn't take it anymore. On instinct, she packed her bag, stuffed it with clothes and necessities and left it sitting at the edge of her bed and then looked back at the clock. She needed sleep for once. This would have to wait for morning.