Slam

"Crap." The boy recovered from crashing into a wall. He was listed at legally blind, but that didn't do much for him. It didn't change the fact that it wasn't that he couldn't see, it was the fact he could see everything! An after image of someone walking, lights that glowed around a person when they spoke, showing their emotions. But he couldn't catergorize any of it, not with struggling to see what was really there and driving himself crazy. And no one believed him when he told him what he saw.

CRASH!

"Oomph!!" His leg had caught on a real table leg, and he had just face planted into a girl's chest. He was either going to die quickly or slowly. "Watch it! Can't you watch where you're going?"

"Er . . ." He could see the red permeate the air. "No, not really . . . I'm uh, Legally blind."

"Oh?"

"Yeah . . ."

"Then why do you not have a cane?"

"I dropped it somewhere- look, I'm sorry for landing on you, but could you let my arm go?" Jeeze that grip was tight.

"That would be my boyfriend."

"Oh . . ." Hell. "Uh, Sorry, I really didn't see her, and I didn't mean to fall on her, and could you please not kill me?" Someone else giggled and he tried to shift through the images of people to see who it was. He thought he saw blonde hair but he wasn't sure. Then he tried to focus on whoever it was holding his arm. It took a minute, but it wasn't that hard to see him. He wasn't colored with all the colors as everybody else. To put it plainly, the guy was tall . . . and in control of his emotions. Everything else was just background noise. "Hey . . . I can kinda see you . . ."

"Well if you're just legally blind Hombre, I imagine you'd be able to see us a bit." The grip relaxed. "Want to join us for lunch? Or do you have other things to crash into?"

"I'd love to . . . what are you eating?"

"Pizza. It's a pretty safe type of food." As he sat down, he tried focusing on the girl, the blonde, next to him. She too wasn't quite as colorful as the background, like a smear of black on a rainbow colored tarp. But he still got an after image with her of something else. Finally he focused back on the girl he'd crashed into. He could see her through the haze of countless meals at the table, and she was almost as stark as the others. "You're staring."

"I know, it's just-" Before he could stop himself, he was telling them about his vision, what it was like, and ow he had trouble with all the colors and the images that floated around, making it difficult to see what was really there.

"Where's your family?"

"They moved. Left me behind, since I was too much trouble."

"You sure?"

"Yeah, My neighbors told me." He helped himself to the pizza.

"Well . . . would you like to stay with us then?" The offer came from the girl he had crashed into.

"I guess . . ."

"We can help you out a bit." That offer came from the blonde.

"Might as well . . ."

The place they led him to had it's history almost faded, and another blank slate. It was the first time he could actually see without the colors and layers all over the place, though they weren't all gone.

He'd grown up with seeing double images and things that no one else saw.

He'd grown up with tripping on imaginary things and trying to avoid glittering shadows.

He tried to pass it off as blindness and the need to wear glasses.

He couldn't explain his uncanny ability to know who was lying and who wasn't.

Because he didn't realize he was seeing auras and the spots where people died, of all sorts of reasons.

So when he met someone who knew what he was going through, he latched on to them, not caring who it was.

He was an Esper that could see things that no one else could, and didn't quite understand it all. That couldn't see the world like everyone else. He was an Outcast.

He tried to get his power under complete control, but failed each time. He couldn't go out in crowds, or places full of life, because then he would be overwhelmed. But he could focus on his new friends.

His birthname was Hugo Brighton, but his friends came to call him Crash. Because he unfortunately didn't seem to always see walls or objects on the ground.

CRASH!!

"Crash!"

"Is there an echo around here?"

I'm not sure how this character came into existense . . . he kinda just showed up one day and crashed into the story. (Okay, that was a bad pun.)

Panther: Ya think?

Hey, at least I admitted it.

Long Range: When I said I wanted another guy around, I was kinda hoping it would be someone with braincells, not someone who's knocked his brain around so much he's lost it.

Crash: Hey!! And Why can't I control my powers anyway? And what's with the lame name?- and don't you dare ignore the question!

Techno: She's not, she just hasn't come up with a good enough reason yet, she's stuck between two, and you get a better name when you get in control of your powers.

Long Range: She's always stuck on something. She can't decide whether or not to edit the first four chapters of this intro.

At least I'm working on it! And I got the start of the story ironed out too, so I just have to finish this one and a few other short stories of mine, and we're in the clear for this one to actually start.

Panthera: Great, now we have a character that's a hazard to himself, a comic book loving alien, an amnesiac . . . would we call Techno a cyborg? Oh well. Not to mention a teenaged assasin and a emotionally stunted mutant. And a couple characters you're still working on as surprises for during the story. You're setting this up to torture us aren't you?

Just wait for the next chapter, I'm introducing who's going to be the 'mom' of this group. Snickersnicker.

Long Range: You were right, you can see the train wreck coming.

Panthera: And you know it's going to get worse when the misfits actually do enter the story. Although I'm going to enjoy some of it.

Crash: You would. Considering it's you being violent on some poor misfit.

Yeah, while writing the actual story I discovered Panthera and a certain misfit can't be in the same room with out her snapping. It's going to be painful.

Panthera: Correction, it's going to be fun! Even if you do mess with my character a lot.

Get use to it. Anyways people, read and review, and maybe I'll be saner the next time I post. Keyword 'Maybe'.