Here's chapter two...not quite sure where i'm going to go with this story...i have a few chapters written and i'm trying to remember where i wanted to go with this story! so please be patient after the first few chapters with updates!
collins'coat--yes i put this on livejournal...on my page, i wrote this story in response to a speed rent challenge there.
Mark Cohen walked into the Community Center, unsure what to expect. He doubted that he'd know anybody here, much less have anyone here who had a gift like him. But still, it'll be nice to be able to talk to other people about things. Ever since leaving Scarsdale, where his family was, he hadn't met a whole lot of people here in New York. Then again, he'd only been here for about four months.
As he walked into the meeting room he saw seven other people. They looked around his age, sort of. He wasn't really out-going enough to just go up to one of them and introduce himself.
As he was contemplating this, an older man walked in. The man strode right to his seat. He was an older white man who, Mark guessed, was fortyish--give or take. "Why doesn't everyone take their seats," the man said in a gentle voice.
Mark went and sat down in a seat. An attractive white woman sat down next to him. She had brown hair and seemed to be playing with her hands nervously. Then there was a tough looking black guy sitting on the other side of him. He had a beanie on his head. He, like Mark, wasn't saying much.
"Okay, why don't we go around the circle and tell everyone your name, age, and what made you come here." The older man suggested. Everyone nodded. "Alright, I'll start then. My name is Paul. I'm 41 years old. I started this group for people to just come and talk about whatever they want to," he said smiling.
Then Paul looked to the man sitting next to him. The shaggy blonde haired man next to Paul looked just irritated to be here-while also trying to cover his nervousness. "I'm Roger, 21, I came here because there was this bright orange flyer sitting under my guitar case the other day. I noticed the flyer when I picked up the case and decided to give it a try." Roger rambled that out and then looked to the woman next to him.
The Hispanic woman with wild black hair, in slight disarray, smiled. "I'm Mimi, 19, and I found this flyer on the door to my loft." She said, touching her arm nervously.
The confidence poured from the black woman next to Mimi. She sat straight up and seemed that she could give any one a run for their money. "I'm Joanne, 20, and I found this flyer at the coffee shop the other day."
Then it was the woman who was next to Mark's turn. "Hi! I'm Maureen, 20, and this flyer got blown into my performance space yesterday. The wind was so strong, the door opened and then in came this bright orange flyer!" She said, her bubbly personality showing through!
Mark smiled shyly. "I-I'm Mark. 21. And This flyer got stuck to my leg." He said simply.
The man next to Mark spoke up. "Tom...well, Collins actually. I'm 21 and this flyer...um...it got blown right into my face the other day when I was walking." He said, his cheeks turning slightly pink. Collins turned to the man next to him.
The Hispanic man smiled at everyone. He was dressed in drag, but strangely enough, no one seemed to be weirded out or phased by it. This man seemed to radiate kindness. "Hi...I'm Angel. 20 and this flyer was on the ground the other night when I was drumming." He said, still smiling.
Angel turned to the man sitting next him--her. Angel smiled at the man, who was obviously nervous to be here. The man shifted nervously. "Um...Benny, 21, and I found this flyer on my car the other day." He stated matter-of-factly. Then he went back to watching everyone intently.
Paul smiled. "Well...that's everyone." He cleared his throat. "There's a reason all of you came here today. It was fate that you would all meet," he said, speaking as though he knew all of their destinies. He held up one of the bright orange flyers and started to say something, but then the phone started to ring. Paul smiled to the group of people. "I suppose that means that we have to end this meeting early, but please...do come next week," he said with a smile before popping into the office to answer the phone.
Everyone just sat there, slightly uncomfortable. Except Angel that is. She just smiled and said. "So...are you guys coming next week?" She asked. Everyone seemed to nod. "Alright...why don't we all get something to eat? It'll be a nice way to get to know everyone," she suggested.
Collins was the first to answer. "I'm in." He said getting up and going to stand next to Angel. Everyone went over and joined them except Benny.
He smiled, slightly. "I would, but I already have plans to meet someone. May be next week." He said.
With that everyone said their goodbyes. Then seven of them went one way, while Benny went another. He went down by the parking structure, where he was obscured from view. After making sure that no one was in sight, he took off running.
Benny had always been a fast runner. He held all the records for his high school. But he was really fast--like superhuman fast! He could run so fast, no one would know he went by.
After running for a few moments, he came to an old, vacated building. He went right into it and went directly down to the basement. He could hear a man talking on the phone with someone. "No! You have no right to--...You shouldn't have! They are my domain! I am in charge of them! You..." the man sighed. "Now you know that if something happens, it's on your head." With that the man turned around and faced Benny.
He smiled wickedly. "That's almost too easy, to convince that stupid man that I'm looking out for their good!" He said before chuckling to himself. "So...what have you found out about our 'heroes' Benny?"
Benny nodded. Apart from being able to run fast, this man was able to give Benny the ability to sense people's weakness. Benny started telling this man everything he'd learned at that meeting. He couldn't sense it, but the man was already forming a plan to use those people to his advantage...