Chapter 1 – 3rd person POV
As she walked towards her car, she saw a massive explosion coming from the forest in the slight distance. Four bodies shot away from the explosion in various directions. People who walked by were horrified.
One of the bodies landed near her. She quickly rushed over to it. It was a boy, around her age, who had chocolate brown hair and wore black shoes, jeans, a T-shirt and a boy's cardigan. She checked his pulse and was relieved when she found out that he was still breathing. Unfortunately he had several wounds and it was hard to believe he was still alive. She looked around to see that no one was watching, luckily she knew what to do about his wounds. She held his hand and healed him. That's right, she healed him, and she has that kind of ability because she was born different. He was still unconscious, but when he would wake up he would feel better than ever.
She laid him down in her car so that he would look like he was sleeping and drove home. She kept looking back through the rear view mirror to check if he had woken up.
When she arrived at her house, he still didn't wake up. Therefore she entered her house and continued her normal routine, only checking on him every 30 or so seconds.
About half an hour later he finally woke up and she was standing by the car door as he began to stir. He rubbed his eyes and looked right at her.
"Who are you?" He asked as he unbuckled his seat belt and scurried out of the car. "Where am I?" He didn't allow her time to answer the last question. "I'm supposed to be in Minnesota with the others preparing for our next hockey match and this..." He gestured around him "is not Minnesota!" He almost started to panic. "And where are the others?" He stopped firing questions at her but he looked absolutely terrified. She gently put her hand on his shoulder.
"Calm down." She paused for a second. "Now, do you feel any pain?" She asked to check that her healing worked.
"What? No! You only touched me!" She smiled at his response. "But how did I get here and why is it so hot?" It wasn't actually that hot, he was just hyperventilating which was making him feel hotter than he should.
"My name is Paige Hackett, you are in L.A., I don't know who the others are or how you got here but it's hot because were in L.A. and you're hot because you're panicking." He stopped panicking. "Do you know your name?" He stared at her like she was crazy. She just rolled her eyes. "What is your name?" She put her hand out.
"It's Logan Mitchell." He shook her hand and smiled, which she returned.
"Good." She mumbled but he still managed to hear it.
What did she mean by good? He thought. "Do you want to come in for a little?" She offered and he accepted.