[ WP ] A Superhero team with emotion based powers . Melancholy have had enough .

Melancholy appeared suddenly, as if from thin air, next to the rain-streaked window. Her gray eyes sat still in their sockets, unable to summon the energy to focus. The light from the bathroom down the hall cast shadows over the dusty stacks of overdue bills that she had begrudgingly refused to pay. She had been sitting by the window for hours, but had camouflaged herself moments earlier when she heard the doorbell ring. 
 
 Melancholy did not have the energy to face Schaudenfreude this afternoon, who must have been dangerously low because he rarely stooped so low as to visit her, and never on foot. He had dropped through an open window unexpectedly a few months ago to revel in her post-breakup sweatpants phase. At the time she had n't minded, as her powers had started to wane in the midst of the healthy relationship and the presence of a joyful onlooker helped her to regenerate. 
 
 The sun was threatening to peak through the clouds, so Melancholy had reflexively begun to draw the blinds when her phone vibrated on a distant side table. It had been there, plugged into the charger for three days, while she milled about her cluttered apartment staring at old photographs and dredging up memories of her parents sudden divorce during her freshman year of college. The home screen listed three missed calls from Hope, an email recommending a self-help book from her mother, and a snapchat from Horny that she would certainly delete before viewing. 
 
 The most recent buzzing, however, was a text from Courage, the alliance's fearless leader: `` Mel, just a reminder that we need you tomorrow night, do what you have to do to be ready.'' She turned the phone off and looked up at the mirror, dimming her reflection until the entirety of the opposite wall was visible. The mirror suddenly shattered, bits of glass raining down and intermingling with dingy shag carpeting. Slowly a pair of bloodied knuckles appeared by the window, pulling up the blinds one at a time. Sunlight gleamed into the apartment, illuminating her emerging, slender figure. 
 
 Staring down at the busy street below, Melancholy smiled. It was that smile that she would become known for, an almost maniacal grin. It was that smile that would flash through victims heads as she appeared out of nowhere before them and it was that smile that would fill the front page of the newspaper for days on end, accompanied by the simple headline: Unhinged Strikes Again.
