Have you ever been sky diving. Well if you have you still haven't experienced anything compared to falling at 100 miles an hour in a shopping cart. "PULL UUUP!" Alex screamed. I didn't answer because I was to busy pulling up. I thought moving a car was hard, I'd had never pushed my powers this far before. We were going to die. The front wheels were rising and the trolly was straitening out but we were still falling, fast, way to fast. I decided to keep pulling. As if we were in one of those movies where the plane just skims the ground before the pilot pulls them up we landed on top of a double decker bus. We rolled onto the tarmac speeding down the hill. The danger wasn't over yet. In front of us was a traffic jam, we didn't have any brakes. I swerved through the lanes and saw a truck with a ramp on it in between two trucks which read, 'THIS CRAZY WORLD.' and had pictures of motorcyclists decorated all over the back. This was going to be a tight fit. Alex and I leaned to avoid a slow moving taxi just as the ramp hit the traffic jam. We flew up it and I put all my power into staying up. We flew over the cars and up to the clouds, we had made it, home free.
We landed roughly in Hyde Park on a little island in the middle of The Serpentine, the lake in the park. There was only a few tourists around so we decided to make a camp. I fell asleep drained from a long day of using my powers way to much.
I had a terrible nightmare that night. Imagined a lab filled with scientists running around, injecting me with syringes, pushing a liquid that looked like coke but was thicker and les fizzy. Each time I as injected my head and my hands burned and my eyes rolled causing me to pass out. Somehow even in the stages of unconsciousness I was burning, so much pain, so much terror. My nightmare shifted to when I was just 4 years old. I had just watched all the star wars movie with my dad, (Who was not evil yet) and was trying to do the force. My dad was laughing, urging me on and holding my brother. I pushed hard at the air, willing it to move, "GO James GO!" Dad laughed. All I could see was the little, blue, plastic cup. It fell over. I was so proud of myself, I had the force, what kid wouldn't be proud of himself. In my dream I looked at my dad and his face contorted from a smiling father to an evil man in a long white coat and sinister eyes. Those eyes were not his. My dream shifted again and I was looking for my now 4 year old brother. A knock came at the door and a man in a suit came in. He didn't look very nice. Dad asked me to show the businessman the force and I gladly did. I'd been practicing for years now and it was a little easier. The businessman stared at me. Those eyes?
I woke up gasping for breath. When my dads eyes changed, they changed into the businessman's eyes. Dark, calm, malevolent, cruel eyes boring into my scull looking for ways to transform his DNA making me into a Jedi without a light-saber. I stood up and got in the shopping cart. I levitated my loyal trolly high into the sky and glided over a moon lit London. I lowered myself down to the dark streets that are hidden by London's greatness. Tourists don't come to London for the homeless and the dark. I walked along these streets flipping a coin and making it fly as far up as any normal person could throw, it came down on tails. From around the corner a man came screaming, "RUN! RUN! Run for your lives!" He grabbed my shirt and covered my face in saliva as he screamed, "It is coming! The monster of the night! It is coming!" The man rushed passed me and I curiously walked the way I came. I walked blindly until I came to one of the many dead ends of this maze of trashcans and people sleeping in cardboard boxes. There was an awful smell in the air. You don't have to have super senses to smell the stench of rotting flesh and dog droppings. I heard a sniff and I spun to face the 'Monster of the night', a man covered in head to toe in fur. wit the face of a wolf and the eyes of a feral beast. It was a ware-wolf The sky was lit by a half moon so this was one weird werewolf? "I will feast." It growled. Things were getting weirder and weirder. The wear wolf was practically a young boy about my age but with huge muscles, a wolfs head, dark, thick fur from head to toe, teeth as sharp as knifes and glowing red eyes that shone in the dark. "I will feast."
"I'm not the exactly your kind of food. Im shure your more into fat and... muscle and other people that arent me and..." I said backing up.
It roared "Not you, Her."
"Her?" I asked in my best calm voice.
"Her." The monster laughed, it was a deep growling laugh. Sinister, but way to human. Then it hit me. The realization that this beast was out to eat the Queen of Great Britain and the Ware-Wolf actually hit me. So I hit him back, with my mind. The wolf lunged at me so I punched the air and the boy-wolf-thing went flying into a dirty brick wall. I jumped and levitated my shoes, landing clumsily on the roof I turned to see a black figure go flying into the air and came back down, cracking the cement. That thing could really jump. So I did a roundhouse kick,telekinetic style sending him onto the next roof. He jumped back and pinned me to the ground. I struggled and used all my power to lift him off me. I threw him into the cement from 20 meters up causing the wolf to slump in front of me. I sighed with relief. Two red eyes opened and drilled their way to my already terrified brain. A yellow clawed fist slammed into my gut and a claw from the left scraped along the the top left of my face sending me flying. I sat up against the wall feeling the warm blood flowing down my face. I pushed my hands out to send him flying but the beast only stumbled. I was to tired to fight such a monster. Suddenly the ware-wolf's jaws were clamped around my outstretched arms. The wolf span 180 degrees, letting me go and sending me flying into the Thames. Something you should know about me, I can't swim when blood is pouring out of my head and my right arm. I don't know about you but I find it nearly impossible. I was slowly sinking to the bottom of the Thames when a boat crossed over my dying body. My first thought was 'Get out of the way, trying to die in the moonlight here.' Then I realized that I have powers. I telekinetically grabbed the boats hull and pulled myself up. I slowly kicked on my back all the way to shore. I fell asleep on the edge of the Thames.
When i woke up i saw the sun. The sun, lighting a way for the whole world. But the world tries to refuse its light and half the globe is shrouded in darkness. This brings on the night. The night is a whole other world, a world of fear, a world of shadows and a world of monsters. I had left that world and the sun was back and I could hug it. But it was 95 million miles away and way to hot to hug. I ripped my already torn shirt and wrapped it around my bleeding head. I stumbled onto the road and collapsed. After 5 minutes walking, tripping and stumbling I rolled over and and looked at the grey clouds filling the sky. The traffic slowed around me and sky blurred. The grey went black.
A/N: If your still with me the next chapter coming soon. What's going to happen to James? Will he be reunited with Alex and how will he finally defeat the wolf. Please review and hope your liking it.