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the ability.”  Without waiting for a response, I reached for the dagger, wincing as I sliced the tip of my finger again.
    “Anja...” Rob scowled, taking the knife away and setting it on a small table with a clatter.  “What’d you have to go and do that for?”
    “Because it’s important.  Check it out!”  Before our eyes, the cut knit together and then faded as if it’d never been there, leaving only a faint smear of blood.  “Do you know what this means?  I’m like Wolverine!” I squealed with glee. 
    Rob caught hold of my hand, his voice lowering.  “Keep it down.  Best not to invite trouble, enough of it will find us.”
    “What do you mean?”
    “I mean, it’s best not to advertise the advantage.  We still don’t know what we’re dealing with here.”
    “But...”  I could see the wisdom in his suggestion, but it was hard not to shout it from the rafters.  “Don’t you want to see if you can do it too?”
    “By cutting myself open?  Ta muchly, but I’ll pass,” he snorted. 
    “How are you going to know if you have special abilities if you don’t try?”
    “I’ve other things to worry about for now.  Come on, we’d best get on with our search.  And Anja... keep that fact to yourself.  I mean it.”
    “Oh, alright,” I agreed, following him out of the room.  “What’s left down here?  I think Bishop and Carys are checking out the second floor.”
    “I saw another door at the other end of the house before.  Let’s check there.”  Rob led the way to a small library or study, almost tripping over another unconscious body.  She was tall and muscular for a woman, with wheaten blonde hair styled in a blunt, chin-length cut.  A slow trickle of blood came from her nose, and dried against her cheek.
    “She’s not...”  How many dead bodies were in this house?
    “She’s breathing, but it don’t look good,” Rob frowned, carefully picking her up to bring her back to the great room.  It took him a few moments to try to decide where to put her, before deciding on a loveseat that wouldn’t fit her tall form, but was better than the cold, hard floor. 
    Aubrey perked up as soon as we came into the room.  “What’s this then?  You found another one?  Is she bleeding?”
    “Yes, how can you tell?” I wondered aloud.  He’d only gotten a glimpse of her in passing. 
    “I... smelled it,” Aubrey replied, looking just as disturbed by the idea as I was.  Even Rob stared at Aubrey with a frown on his face. 
    “At least this one’s alive,” I remarked, checking on the other guy who was still passed out.  Apart from his temperature feeling cooler, he was just as unresponsive, drooling onto the couch. “Has anyone noticed that we’re all blonde except for Bishop and Rob?” 
    “What of it?” Aubrey replied, disinterested. 
    “Don’t you think that’s strange?”
    “Not if we’re all related in some way.” 
    “Related?”  I hadn’t particularly thought about it, except for noting a similarity between me and Carys and the dead girl.  Was the naked guy on the couch my brother?  I was pretty sure I wasn’t related to Aubrey, or we had a lot of explaining to do at the next family reunion after playing seven minutes in heaven.  “I’m not so sure about that.  Rob, what do you think?”  He didn’t acknowledge me, he stood staring down at the girl on the loveseat.  “Rob?”
    “What?”
    “Do you think that’s strange?”
    “Yeah, I suppose,” he replied, and I wondered if he even knew what we were talking about.  “What’s the matter? Is she worse or something?”
    “Nah, I was thinking she needs a bit of something to clean up that blooded nose.”
    I still had his handkerchief, but before I could offer it, Bishop came bounding into the room. 
    “I have mutant super powers!” he declared with the enthusiasm of a five year old on Christmas morning.
     
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    “I do too!” Anja declared, her face lit up with astonishment