OMG! thank you all so much for the reveiws, i hope i don't kill this chapter! the hole creator owns all except the plot!


For not having any idea if something super natural would happen any moment, Collins thought he did pretty well. He went to work, he made a couple friends, he went to sleep, and he did what normal people did. He'd always known he was different. Aside from discovering that he was gay, he'd always been unusually strong. He hadn't been told why this was until he was fifteen and learned about the whole 'prophecy' thing. At first he hadn't wanted to believe it, then he got paranoid. He broke off a lot of friendships because he was afraid that his friends might be part of the Voglia Ed Uccida. He almost flunked high school, both intentionally and unintentionally. He couldn't sleep, he was afraid something might get him. He reasoned that if the Voglia Ed Uccida hadn't found him here then they wouldn't find him if he stayed here. Of course this was screwed logic, it would be better to move, to try and find the other Chosen. So he had pulled his act together and gone to Harvard, become a professor, gotten a job at NYU and moved in with these guys. IT became apparent that two of the guys he was living with were also Chosen. Roger and Benny, they were the Seer and the Eradicator. He wasn't sure about the girl and the other guy, the other guy looked suspicious but the girl seemed…well like a girl. He wouldn't get her involved if only because it was dangerous. At least, that was the plan; stick with the others, find the others, avoid civilians. But this plan went down the drain one morning while he was walking to work.

He wasn't quite awake, this was one of the aspects he hated about is job, though he had only himself to blame. Why on earth had he chosen to teach morning classes? Who in their right mind scheduled a class for the un-godly hour of eight AM? But hey, who was he to get himself fired…again. Money was money – even if he couldn't die yet he could still be fucking hungry if there wasn't enough money to pay for food. Ahh, partial immortality, this was something he was enjoying a little because while he was technically twenty-six he looked twenty-three.

He blinked a couple times, trying to adjust to the sunlight as he left the shadow of a building. Far away a car honked, a few blocks away a taxi screeched to halt its tires were sure to leave a mark. Somehow Collins had never minded the noise of the city, it was underlying now and he probably wouldn't be able to function without it, but the sudden horn honking near by made him turn.

There in the middle of the street stood none other than Maureen Johnson herself. She stood tall, her head thrown back, the sun shining down on her face as calm as anything as the cars streamed around her. What the hell was that girl doing? She looked so odd, with her hair and the taxi's all swirling around her like a whirlpool. He hesitated a moment, then headed out into the traffic to get her out of there.

And not a second to soon, for as soon as he had both feet of the cement one of those crazy taxi drivers with some place to go and people to get there came zipping around the corner. He could see it's yellow exterior reflected in her eyes, yet she did not move. Well he did, just as fast as he could. He felt the asphalt move under his feet, but he didn't' remember running, just grabbing Maureen around the waist and moving so his back was angled towards the taxi. In the few seconds before the impact Collins wished that Maureen had never left the loft that morning.

Now, though he'd kept her from being squashed, the people in the taxi might be hurt. And how could he explain why they hadn't been crushed too? He could picture that, "well, you see I am The Teacher and I cannot die," he was sure that would go over well. But it was then that the sickening crunch of the taxi slamming into his back hit his ears. Collins felt his stomach drop. Shit. He looked down at Maureen, who has staring at him…grinning. Why was she grinning? She should be scared, shocked, worried, or something! Then, faster than he would have thought possible, she pulled him to his feet and around the corner. She didn't even let him catch his breath as they sped along Fifth Avenue. Buildings and people were nothing but blurs. The wind stung his face, making his eyes water. He was getting dizzy from their speed so he shut his eyes. Now, not being able to see anything and not being able to feel the pavement beneath his feet, it was as if they were flying or perhaps as if they weren't moving at all.

They finally stopped in Central Park on a huge slab of gray stone. There were many just like it emerging from the ground, the grass clung to it near the base like it was reluctant to let go. Maureen let Collins hand go and he fell to his knees breathless.

"What was that!?" Maureen did that smile where she bit the corner of one lip – a guilty smile.

"Sorry," She said. She didn't' sound sorry. "I just wanted to know who you were."

She couldn't mean that? Of course she could. She must be The Dreamer, duh, but of course he couldn't ask her that so instead he told her that he was The Teacher.

"I knew it!" Maureen shouted gleefully. "And Mark said it wouldn't be you!"

"Mark's one of The Chosen?" Maureen nodded.

"He's The Witness." Collins shook his head, he should've figured with the scrawny guy carrying that camera everywhere.

"Mo, this is a lot to think about," He closed his eyes and placed his fingers on top of his closed lids. "And I'm going to be late for work."

"I could run you there," She offered.

"That's ok." He said a little too quickly, still nauseous from the run here. Besides, the walk would give him time to think about this. He absolutely would not panic in front of Maureen, even if she were just some crazy girl…who also happened to be crucial to his future. Damn. And here he'd thought he'd been doing pretty well for someone who didn't know if something super natural was to happen at any second.


i do not like how this chapter ended, but i didn't no where i would end it if i didn't end it here. sorry if that looked like collins/mo i didn't mean it to be more than friendship but i guess it could be taken the wrong way. if you have any suggestions as to what will come next i would be gratfull because i only have one other specific idea and it will proabably come up in a couple chapters. Your reveiws are amazing! they are fantastic! they are the things that give these people thier super powers!