everyone knew about the magical kids. the two boys that had flown over the city, totally smashing things up and, eventually, one dispatching of the other. everyone knew of the knew potential humanity had, that deep within ourselves something lurked, some would use it for evil, yet others would use it for the greatest of good. Those boys had been the first to evolve, to grow stronger than they had ever believed possible, but, they would not be the last, and the potential is limitless.

- April 2020-

i shrugged my shoulders and my coat dropped onto my bed, the brown leather crumpling and folding in the most exquisite way. my eyes had been opened. i stared at the wall, breathing deeply, what i had seen had astounded and scared me beyond my wildest dreams. the words of teachers and students rang in my ears.

"he's different"

"he has the powers"

" he's one of THEM"

and they were right, i was a freak, i was different, i was one of them. eight years ago was when it started, three boys developed power that had never been seen before by a means that no-one understood, one day they were ordinary and the next they could move things with their mind and fly and block bullets. and now i could too. They were the last reported case and then there was me. But that wasnt the weirdest part. when i closed my eyes i could feel something, a presence, maybe more than one. Hazy, as if it was there but not there, like i was listening to a radio signal on the wrong frequency and just picking it up. Sometimes i got a few words, a feeling, but that was all. I sighed, a large woosh of air and grabbed onto my bed, steadying myself and began to remember the past day.

My eyes slowly creeped open, assaulted by a bright blinding light. I groaned. School, same shit different day. lessons followed by that breif period of being alone in the playground, casually sitting on a bench that no-one else would touch with a ten foot pole. what could i say, i liked being alone, it suited me. i swung my legs over the bed and slipped my feet into a pair of black slippers. i stood and plodded out of my room and into the bathroom. i stretched out, cracking my arms and legs in several places and sighed. the day had just begun and i allready felt tired, not tired as in i wanted to go to sleep, but tired of life.

my head lolled on the table, the teacher droned on and on, i was bored, i had a feeling the whole class was. she was telling us about the two boys that had been on the news eight years previously. we all knew pretty much everything there was to know about them though. still, teachers have to teach what their told too.

"and we all have the abilities locked inside of us" the teacher concluded.

that started murmors all over the class, the news that any and every one of us had the abilities that those guys possesed was just mind blowing.

"how miss?" a kid from the front row asked.

"no body knows sue, from what we understand it takes a certain type of person to be able to unlock the powers of the inner sanctum off our minds, but who knows what that person would be like." she answered.

my heart started to pound, blood rushed to my ears, i was different, i knew that much, i was a recluse prefering the company of myself than others. Maybe i was that sort of person, and hey, if it was concentration that was needed no-one else would notice if i was trying. i rested my pencil in my desk and casually leaned back in my chair, attempting to make it look like i was doing nothing out of the ordinary. i stared at the pencil, willing it to move, putting every shred of effort in just trying to make it move in the slightest bit. but nothing. my brain started to ache and the pounding in my head started to subside, that little bit of hope i had of being something more dissapated. then the pencil shot as fast as a bullet down the centre of the classroom, narrowly avoiding heads and people, and buried itself into the wall of the classroom. the pencil had dug itself into the stone wall of the room. everyone turned and stared at me. more murmers started around the class room, some looked fearfull, even the teacher at the front of the room had a worried look on her face.

"he's different"

"he has the powers"

" he's one of THEM"

I ran from the room straight home with a trickle of blood seeping from my nose and tears dripping from my nose.

I groaned, the day hadnt exactly gone to plan, I was an outsider now, a freak, the powers were like second nature, i didnt know how they worked only that i could make things move with the gentilest push with my mind. i couldnt fly around and other stuff like that just yet, but part of me didnt want to, i was a freak enough allready, i didnt need more to add to my freakish repetoire. I splayed my fingers, pointing my hands at the television controller across the room. as expected, it rose from the air and shot toward my hand. i had to admit, as weird as the abilities were, it was also pretty sweet. i thumbed the on switch of the TV and punched in the number for the national news station.

"a shocking development has occured, a new case of the powes that were reported in three teenage boys eight years ago has arisen. a boy by the name of matthew harris has developed the powers also. with the danger that people with this immense power have to society a bounty has been put on the boys head. if you see a boy that matches this profile please dial the number below so he can be apprehended and taken into custody" the news presenter said as a blurred image of my face appeared on screen. i stared into my own blue eyes and an image of x-men with the mutants being hunted by the humans flashed into my head. i closed my eyes, and there was that voice, closer than before louder, the static clearing up. maybe it was others, maybe i could find them. but for now. i just had to survive.

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