He closed his eyes.

A man's coffee cup slipped from his hand, spilling its contents all over his plaid shirt on its descent, and a woman stumbled over a crack in the sidewalk, and a baby cried in her mother's arms because she had dropped her pacifier, and a crow called for a mate on top of a clothes wire, and a dog barked at a cat that jumped on top of a brick wall...all at the same time.

They were minor things.

They were little things

.
But he saw them.

Not with his eyes, but with his mind. He took a deep breath.

Then he opened his eyes.

And saw it all again.

Not with his mind this time, but with his eyes. The things that he had seen a few seconds before were happening in front of him. The only difference was that they were not happening in true time for him. They were happening slowly, almost in slow motion.

A man hissed in frustration as his coffee cup slipped slowly out of his hand. The woman on the sidewalk slightly yelped as her foot caught slowly in the crack. The baby slowly let a cry be released from its lips as her mother didn't realize that her pacifier was now on the floor. The crow flew slowly up on the wire, and slowly tilted its head awkwardly from side to side and cried, "Caw!" The cat tensed its muscles in slow motion, and leaped with agility onto the brick wall where the small dog could not follow it. The dog slowly opened his mouth and barked furiously at it.

Suddenly time snapped to attention in his mind. The busy New York square bustled with people attending to their individual business. Sound once again resumed its normal place in his mind.

Jonathan Manton breathed a quick breath outwardly then back in as he sought to use his martial arts training to clear the dizziness from his brain. He blinked his eyes rapidly for one second, readjusted the straps that held his heavy backpack to his shoulders, and continued his short march to school.

Jonathan had recently discovered that he was a part of a particular "species" of beings on this world that most of the rest of the world feared and hated. He was a mutant.

He walked quickly passed a man selling fruits on the side of the street and turned a corner with an opening that led to clearing of buildings ahead of it.

He guessed he should've been afraid of his discovery. Some people would have him believe that he should even go so far as to being ashamed of himself. However he did not think in those terms. He never had anything against mutants before, especially ever since he learned that his little brother was one of them. Perhaps, if he had had the choice, he might've chosen to remain "normal," but he would accept the fact that he wasn't anymore. He didn't find this to be a set back for him, and he had reason to believe that he never would. Life would go on. Besides he usually looked at the bright side of things. By being a mutant he could do things that no one else he knew, other than his brother, could do. It was by holding practices with himself, such as the one he had held this morning, that he learned those things. He guessed that he had only begun to discover his power.

Jonathan thought of his brother and his power to generate and control fire. It had shocked his entire family when they had learned of his unique ability. However his family never held any prejudice against mutants either. They had accepted the truth. They had moved on. And since that day, they had shown no signs of showing him any less love or care. The same had happened with Jonathan when his family had found out that he had the power to see little bits into the future. They had accepted it in stride, and moved on. He would move on as well.
Where was his little brother, come to think of it? He was most likely already waiting for him at the steps of his school. Jonathan glanced at his watch. "7:55," he mumbled to himself in concern. His class started at 8:00. He broke into a jog, as he passed the clearing of buildings. Sunlight welcomed him. He looked up while running. It was such a beautiful day.
Ahead of him, sitting on a hill, was a huge school building. He noticed the sun glistening off its large roof top as he sped up his jog a little. He was going to be late if he didn't hurry. Sidewalks leading up to the school building were filled with children that were as late as he, running on them. Jonathan turned his jog into a run as he neared the building. A feeling of dread crept over him. He seemed to be feeling it a lot more ever since he learned he was a mutant. He wondered what this day had in store for him...