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I do not own TDI, or its characters. I do own the future Harold, Ezekiel, Duncan, Izzy, Gwen, and Eva, and any other minor charcters i think up.
FLORIDA- LAKESIDE HIGH- PRESENT
"... and then Lindsay suddenly just appeared, holding the pipe. I swear, that's what happened," Gwen told DJ and Tyler, gathered at their usual bench during lunch. Lindsay was also there, but seemed to be keeping her distance, feeling out of place.
"Man, that's some crazy stuff," DJ shook his head, looking at Gwen. "Did you actually heal yourself from a knife wound?" he asked. Gwen nodded, and revealed the faint scar on her stomach. Tyler realized that Lindsay was quite away from their group, and patted a seat next to him.
"Come on over here, Lindsay. We won't bite," he joked, faking a small chuckle. Lindsay looked at the seat, sighed, and took a seat next to Tyler. She put her hands into fists, and bent down towards her knees, her arms keeping her head up.
"I just can't believe I sent John to the hospital. I feel so guilty," Lindsay admitted, not lifting her head up. Gwen and DJ exchanged glances, but Tyler leaned down near Lindsay.
"Look," he said, getting Lindsay's attention. "That creep deserves to be in the hospital after trying to rape you. In fact, I think he deserves worse that whatever they're doing to him," he encouraged, staring hard at Lindsay. Lindsay looked back at Tyler, and smiled.
"Thanks Tyler," she said, before reaching in and hugging Tyler. Tyler was caught by surprise, and looked shocked, but just accepted the hug. After the two broke apart, they heard Gwen shout.
"Hey! that Cody freak was spying on us!" she screamed. The group looked back in anger to see, sure enough, Cody trying to escape after spying on them. Tyler stood up, his hands balled into fists.
"Here I come you little creep!" he shouted, and dashed after Cody.
Actually, it was a lot more than just a dash. In fact, Tyler caught up to Cody, who was roughly 50 feet away, in less than a second, and brought him back even faster. His friends just stared in awe.
"Dude! Did you see how fast you were?!" DJ exclaimed excitingly. Tyler's expression was confusion.
"What do you mean?" he asked stupidly.
"Tyler, Cody was all the way on the other side of the quad, and you brought him back in like, a second!" Gwen shouted. Tyler's mouth dropped open, but then turned into a huge grin.
"SWEET! I've got superspeed!" he shouted, pumping his fists into the air. Cody was trying to escape while the others were distracted, but DJ grabbed him.
"Not so fast, little freak," he spoke, eying Cody suspiciously. Cody sat down, and looked around to see Gwen, DJ, Tyler, and Lindsay glaring at him.
"Explain yourself, now!" Gwen demanded in an almost angry-mom tone. Cody sighed, and slid in his seat a little bit.
"Okay, fine," he began, crossing his arms uncomfortably. "I had heard about your unusual fight in the girl's bathroom, and heard that Gwen here survived a knife wound and healed quickly, while Lindsay turned invisible. Then, Tyler seemed to have super speed. To be honest, it was a bit of a relief," Cody admitted, showing a small smile.
"Relief? What do you mean?" Lindsay asked. Cody's smile disappeared, and he looked down. He pulled out the purple cell phone that Cody had seemed to have gotten a couple days ago.
"You see this phone?" he asked. The friends nodded tentatively, wondering what Cody was trying to prove.
"When I found it," he began. "The phone was broken. But, I managed to fix it in about 10 seconds because of my power," he explained. Gwen, DJ, Tyler, and Lindsay looked at each other. Power? What was Cody talking about?
"What do you mean by power?" Gwen asked, now more curious than hostile. Cody raised his eyebrows.
"Isn't it obvious? I'm a technopath, just like you're indestructable, Lindsay can turn invisible, and Tyler has super speed," Cody spoke, almost shocked by their slowness. Lindsay scratched her head.
"Okay, so we're, like, superheroes or something?" Lindsay asked.
Before Cody could answer, a new voice did just that.
"That's mostly correct, Lindsay," the voice answered, making everyone jump. They turned to the source of the voice. It was a guy about their age with redish hair, a shirt with a hamburger on it, and green-tinted glasses.
"How do you know my name?" Lindsay asked frightfully. The man stepped forward, and stared at the group.
"My name is Harold, but that's not important. Look, you guys are not necessarily superheroes. You are more of superhumans. Superhumans, that I am searching for as a matter of fact," he added.
"But what about me? I don't have any powers," DJ piped up, a little sadly. Surprisingly, Harold chuckled.
"Ah, but you do, DJ. Try talking to your pet bunny. He has a lot to say," Harold spoke. DJ was confused, but didn't have time to think about it as Harold spoke again.
"There are things about yourselves that you never knew, your powers being only a part of them. If you all are truly curious, and are ready to do anything, then follow me. If you choose not to, then beware, for there are very evil superhumans that can and will kill you," Harold explained vaguely before starting to leave the quad. The group of five just watched him go until he was almost gone. then, Gwen ran after him. Tyler and DJ soon followed, and then Cody. Lindsay was the last to run after them.
Harold looked back to see them following him, and he smiled, bringing out the list.
"Five down, nine to go," he mumbled triumphently, crossing off the names Gwen, Tyler, DJ, Cody, and Lindsay. He could only hope that Duncan and Ezekiel were having as much luck as him.
How could he not? Afterall, the future was at stake.
CALIFORNIA- IZZY'S HOUSE- PRESENT
Owen watched as Izzy moved around random items using her telekinesis, bored out of his mind.
"Wonder how Leshawna's doing," he blurted out, trying to start a conversation. Izzy let out a grunt of frsutration, and shot a quick glare at Owen as she dropped her clock onto the floor. Owen chuckled stupidly, and turned away from the evil gaze. Then, he felt a familiar sensation as he fell over, eyes still wide open.
There was that guy with a green mohawk again, Duncan. He appeared to be fighting another man that Owen had never seen before. Duncan was trying to burn his opponent, but his enemy seemed to know all of his moves beforehand, and dodged all of them. Closeby, there were more people he had never seen before. the one with a handprint on his light green shirt was flying in the air, escaping from the hottest guy Owen had ever seen before, and then the ugliest girl her had ever seen.
Then, it switched to another area. There was a single man walking along a street. He wore an unbuttoned, pink shirt and a cowboy hat. He stopped at the nearby street sign, and read it: Castle Ave. Then, out of the blue, Owen saw many Heathers emerge along with Eva, who turned slightly green, perhaps even buffer than before. They rushed at the cowboy hatted man, and proceeded to beat him down. Owen couldn't even hear his cries of pain anymore, and then Eva and the Heathers ran away from the scene. Owen looked at the now dead man. His nose must have broken, along with both of his legs and an arm. He didn't make any sign of movement, and Owen slowly watched as the man and the surroundings disappeared.
"Owen!" Owen looked around, alert. He saw Izzy looking at him with a concerned look. He remembered the visions, and had to quickly make a decision. He nodded, and ran to the door.
"Hey! Where are you going?! Owen!" Izzy shouted, following after her seemingly deranged friend. Owen just kept running, taking only one quick look to make sure Izzy was with him. He was going to need all the help he could get.
NEW YORK- GEOFF'S HOUSE- PRESENT
Bridegette stepped out of her apartment, and looked up and down the halls for Geoff. It was strange not to see Geoff before she even left her apartment. He was usually already walking down the hall to greet her good morning, just like everyday since they graduated. Maybe he slept in, she told herself, heading towards Geoff's apartment at the end of the hall.
"No, he specifically makes sure to set his alarm. Besides, he knows that we're taking Courtney to see Katie and sadie," she talked to herself, a little worried. At Geoff's door, she rapped on the door a couple times, half expecting to hear Geoff shout, "I'm getting changed!" or "Give me a second!" in his loud, party voice. But, there was no sound on the other side of the door.
"Geoff? You awake?" Bridgette called, knocking once again. No response. Bridgette pulled out the key to Geoff's apartment that she was given, opening the door. Geoff wasn't anywhere to be seen. Bridgette stepped inside, and thought that Geoff could still be asleep. She walked towards his bedroom, knocking once again. When there was no answer, she just stepped inside.
The room was a mess, as Bridgette had always imagined. Geoff had five or six of his signature cowboy hats scattered on the floor. One even had a hole in it. His clothes littered just about every square inch of the floor, and there was a single sandal lying on top of one of his socks. The only neat area in the whole room was his nightstand. Bridgette couldn't help but smile as she noticed a few pictures of either Bridgette, or both of them together. Bridgette snapped out of her trance, and looked at the bed. the covers were scrunched up, and spread everywhere, and the pillow was lying on an odd angle. Surprisingly, it didn't look like Geoff was still asleep either. She started to walk towards the bed, accidently tripping over one of his shirts, and grabbing the nearby dresser. Bridgette heard the sound of a TV remote falling behind the dresser, and sighed. She walked over, carefully this time, and peeked behind the dresser. The remote was lying too far back for Bridgette to reach. She stood up, and tried moving the dresser. It was to no avail, as the dresser was too big and heavy for Bridgette to move. She tried reaching for the remote, but there was a good two feet between her hand and the remote. Bridgette strained to reach it, when her arm seemed to stretch like rubber, and she grabbed the remote. Her arm snapped back, and Bridgette stared wide-eyed at the TV remote. She was startled when she heard a voice in the doorway.
"Looks like you're Bridgette, eh," it said. Bridgette almost jumped, and faced the person. It was none other than our own Ezekiel, who brought out his list to cross off Bridgette.
"Who are you?" Bridgette asked, a little creeped out that this strange guy seemed to know her. Ezekiel put away the list, and stepped over to the bed. He peeked under the covers, and turned back around to Bridgette.
"The name's Ezekiel. By the way, is this your room, eh?" he asked, cringing a little as he stared at the messy room. Bridgette shook her head.
"It's my bo...... friend's room. My friend Geoff's room," Bridgette corrected herself. Ezekiel raised an eyebrow at Bridgette. She just smiled innocently, and sighed in relief when Ezekiel let it go and looked at his list.
"Well, this friend of yours, Geoff, may be the very same one here...," he trailed off, writing something on his list.
"What do you mean?" Bridgette asked. Ezekiel motioned towards the bed, and the two sat down.
"Superhumans," Ezekiel stated. Bridgette looked at Ezekiel as if he had two heads.
"Uh, what?" Bridgette replied. Ezekiel looked seriously at Bridgette.
"You and Geoff are superhumans, like me. We each have powers. You can stretch your body like a rubber band, and snap right back to your same self. I can understand and copy anything, and Geoff can teleport," Ezekiel explained. Bridgette chuckled, and stared challengingly at the boy.
"Oh really? And I guess next you're gonna tell me that there's someone who can fly?" she asked. Ezekiel took a quick glance at his list, and nodded. Bridgette dropped the sarcasm, and glared at Ezekiel.
"Okay, I don't know if Geoff set up some kind of prank or something, but-" she was cut off by Ezekiel holding up a finger to silence her.
"Tell me," he began. " Was Geoff here yesterday, and suddenly just, disappeared, eh?" Ezekiel asked.
"Well, yeah-"
"Don't you think it's weird that your arm stretched at least two feet, eh?"
"Yes, but-"
"And has there been anything else that has been strange that recently occured, eh?"
"There was Courtney's little incident, but I don't see how that proves that we are superhumans," Bridgette shot back defiantly. Ezekiel then held out his hand, and a flame erupted in it. Bridgette jumped back at the sudden burst of flames, but she stared at the ball of fire for a few seconds, until Ezekiel made it shrink, and eventually fizzle out.
"So, believe me now, eh?" he asked.
Bridgette searched her mind for another explanation, or even a retort. But, ths only logical explanation was Ezekiel's initial statement. She slowly nodded, and Ezekiel looked back to his list.
"Soooo," he began, catching Bridgette's attention. "This Courtney you spoke of, where is she? She may be a shapeshifter, eh," he explained. Bridgette faked a smile and stood up.
"Follow me, I have a better idea than showing you just Courtney," she replied mysteriously, heading for the door. Ezekiel followed after her.
FLORIDA- TONY'S PIZZERIA PARKING LOT- PRESENT
"... and that's why I've come to recruit you guys to stop the Heather that I mentioned before," Harold finished. He had just finished explaining everything to the group, including the future, the many superhumans and their powers, and how he ended up finding them. He waited a few seconds as the teens processed everything in their minds. He chuckled to himself as Cody scratched his head with a confused look on his face.
"So," Harold broke the silence. "Will you help us stop Heather and her evil plans?" he asked. The five teens huddled together away from Harold to discuss everything.
"Okay, we know that this guy's telling the truth because it all makes sense," Tyler began. The others nodded.
"Well, what do you guys think?" Gwen asked. "Should we go with him?" They all took a quick glance at Harold. He pushed his green-tinted glasses back up, and stared seriously at them. The group faced each other again.
"Well, I'm going with him," DJ admitted. Cody nodded.
"Yeah, we'll be able to stop an actual supervillain," Cody spoke, fantasizing an epic battle in his mind.
"He doesn't seem as far gone as I thought... What the hell, I'll go," Tyler shrugged.
"If Tyler's going, then so am I," Lindsay declared, smiling at Tyler. Tyler smiled back, while DJ and Cody exchanged Tyler-just-scored glances. Gwen just rolled her eyes. She then noticed everyone was waiting for her input. She sighed, and stood up.
"I don't know guys. I'm willing to believe everything, but I don't know if I'd like to face off against a monster like that Eva that Harold mentioned," Gwen admitted. Before anyone could react, they heard Harold shout.
"Heather?!" They all turned to Harold, who was staring at a girl that must of just arrived. She fit the description of Heather, and the group of five just stared wide-eyed. They hadn't expected to have to fight against the evil superhumans already! Heather cackled in a high voice before scowling at Harold.
"Not quite. I'm one of her many clones, looking for people like you. Now, her orders were to either try and get them on her side, or just kill them," the Heather clone trailed off, her scowl turning into a smile.
"You know," she continued, walking towards Harold. "Killing, sounds like a lot more fun..." Then, without warning, she charged at Harold. She tackled him onto the hard parking lot, and punched him in the nose. Harold winced at the blow, but quickly shot his fist up to hit her in the chin. The Heather clone fell back, and clonked her head onto the parking lot, and heard Harold stand up in front of her. She opened an eye, and kicked Harold in the shin. Harold grabbed his leg in pain, but managed to grab one of her legs. He swung her up, and threw her into a nearby car. The Heather clone felt her spine almost shatter on impact, and she rolled onto the ground in pain. Harold walking over, ready to attack again in case she could fight again. Instead, she just cackled again.
"This isn't over. We WILL get you all," she threatened, before turning into a misty sort of form, and, no doubt, flying back to the original Heather. Harold grabbed his nose, and rubbed his shin as he watched it go. He heard the others come up behind him.
"It's already began..." he told them. Harold gulped. If Heather had already issued clones everywhere... The future was already in great danger! He had to tell the future people. But, the clones could be everywhere. He racked his brain for a way. He couldn't time travel; that wouldn't help in the least bit. Gwen, DJ, and Cody's powers would be too risky and complicated. It was between Tyler and Lindsay. Tyler could run fast, and Lindsay couldn't be seen. Unfortunately, Tyler would definetely be seen, and Lindsay would take forever. Then, a genius idea hit him.
"Tyler, Lindsay." Harold turned around to face the two addressed. They stared at Harold, wondering what he could want.
"I need you two to go on a very important mission. Lindsay, you need to make each other invisible while, Tyler, you get to the shack I mentioned as quick as you can. Once there, inform the people there that I have found you guys, Heather has already issued clones eveywhere, and that we are coming. Then, you are to wait there for us, understand?" he asked. Tyler and Lindsay nodded. Harold nodded back.
"Good, now get going," he ordered. Tyler lifted Lindsay off her feet to carry her bridal style, and the two soon disappeared from view. A second later, they heard pattering footsteps leaving them quickly, no doubt Tyler's. With that, Harold began walking in the same direction. Gwen, DJ, and Cody followed after in silence, more alert to any more Heather clones.
Harold sighed, and wiped some blood out from under his nose. He repeated the same phrase over and over inside his mind.
"It has begun; all hell has begun."
KANSAS- THIRD STREET- PRESENT
Trent walked alone alone Third Street in silence. It was dark out, and he longed to return to his home, and escape into the land of dreams from his bed. He wasn't sure what to think anymore after today. Somehow, he had saved that little boy playing on the bridge. The boy had been playing, when his toy was stuck near the edge of the bridge. Trent was just driving by, when he saw the boy stretching to reach the toy. He remembered his heart racing when he saw the boy's legs suddenly launch upward, and disappear downward. In that instant, Trent skidded to a halt, and leapt from his car down off the bridge. He scooped the little boy in his arms, and returned to the bridge to grab his toy. Then, he returned him onto the bridge. The boy then asked if he was a superhero. Trent hadn't answered, for he was still in a daze as he realized what he had just done. He flew, like Superman. No pullies or ropes, like in movies. After that, he tried to fly again, and looped around the bridge a few times. For the rest of the day, he was at the doctors, trying to determine what the hell happened. But, none of the tests showed him being any different from any other human being. Trent tried to think of many logical scientific explanations, but finally accepted that he could fly, point blank. And now, here was the great flying man, walking home. He refused to fly as a showoff, as if it were poison to his body. Of course, if there was a repeat of the incidence with the boy and the bridge, he would use his ability to save a life.
Lost in his thoughts, Trent barely heard the footsteps behind him. Now, the shout caught his attention.
"Hey, you! Flying boy!" it shouted. the voice belonged to a young man possibly his age. But, Trent broke into a run. He didn't want to be Flying Boy; he wanted to be Trent. He closed his eyes, and tried to block off the man running after him.
"Hey, stop! Don't make me have to use force!" Now Trent skidded to a stop, and glared at the man. He had a green mohawk, many piercings, and a skull shirt.
"What?!" he asked, far more hostile than he had ever been in his life. The man lit a fireball in his hand, and smirked at Trent's face, which was mixed with fear, confusion, and anger.
"You're not the only special one," the man spoke, smirking.
"Bu-but, wha-.... Huh?" Trent stammered. The strange man extinquished his flame, and walked up to Trent, staring hard into his face.
"Listen, my name is Duncan. You are Trent. yes, I know your name," Duncan added, rolling his eyes before he continued. "Anyway, I saw your little incident today. Impressive. To put things simply, I'm searching for people like you and me, to stop these evil superhumans. As confusing as this is, I need to know, is there anybody else who has shown strange powers like yourself?" Duncan asked seriously. Trent couldn't answer. He felt like his voice was trapped in his throat. But, out of nowhere, another voice answered.
"Yes, there is," a new voice answered. Duncan and Trent faced the new person, and saw another person their age, wearing a sweater-vest and evil smirk. Behind them, they noticed was just about the hottest guy they had ever seen (not that they were gay or anything), as well as a very short, ugly girl.
"Wait a minute," Duncan spoke, checking a little piece of paper that he had. His eyes widened.
"Crap! You're Noah, Justin, and Beth!" he shouted. Trent was momentarilly confused, but a sudden thought crossed his mind.
"Are they some of those evil superhumans?" he asked. He saw Duncan nod, and noticed the hit guy and ugly girl rush at them. Trent quickly took to the skys, dodging the two. Menawhile, Duncan fired many fireballs at the remaining guy. But, his opponent seemed to always be one step ahead of him, dodging every attack. Trent panicked, mostly from confusion. He quickly concluded that they couldn't handle all three of the evil superhumans, and flew down towards Duncan, lifting him up into the air.
"What the?" Duncan shouted, kicking his feet. But, he then realized what Trent was doing, and stopped moving. Trent herd the shouts of their attackers as he flew far away from them, soon leaving the town, and eventually the state.
Trent wasn't sure where he was going. but he decided to just keep flying and flying away.
Will Owen and Izzy save Geoff? What surprise does Bridgette have for Ezekiel? Just how far has Heather gotten with her evil plans? And where will Duncan and Trent end up? Find out in the next chapter! (Maybe). R&R!
