Hey guys, thanks again for continuing to check out my little story here. First off, I would like to apologize if there are any mistakes in grammar, or spelling. I do pre-read my stories before hand, but little things can slip by, so again, sorry. Thank you to anyone who has either reviewed, or read the story. I truly hoped you enjoyed it, and if not, I'll do my best to make it better. Well, here's chapter two!

Note for one of my reviewers: OC means "original characters"

Chapter two: Powers

Adam Bentley

San Diego, California

Adam left work right after his miracle, convinced he was just tired and needed more rest. He laid on his bed, and turned the TV on. He was shocked when the first thing he saw was video footage of his feat. "Why would someone be filming this?" Adam said aloud to himself. Such a mundane, average day, and someone was shooting footage of a construction site? Not likely. He suddenly became curious as to how he did what he did. He walked outside to his driveway and looked at his car. It wouldn't be as heavy as the beam, but it was still impossible to lift.

Adam looked around the neighborhood for anyone watching him. He saw that no one was looking and grabbed the bumper of the car. He let go with a chuckle. "This is crazy! You can't lift the car!" He laughed at himself for wanting to try it, but soon stopped laughing as the curiosity took him, and he grabbed the bumper again. He took a few deep breaths, and finally put every muscle in his body to work. The car barely budged. "I knew it, I can't do it. This doesn't make any sense!" He paced around the driveway a few more times before he decided to give himself one more shot. He crouched near the front bumper of the car, let go a few heaving breaths, and put his hands under the car. A second later, Adam held the car in his palms as if he were holding an apple. He smiled nervously in disbelief, and let go of the car gently. He threw his arms up in victory, only to notice a man standing across the street, jaw to the floor.

"It's a trick I'm playing on my kid. It's not a real car. Mostly plastic, and aluminum." Adam said, thinking quickly.

"Sure fooled me!" His neighbor said with a quivering grin. Adam smiled a fake little smile, and ran in the house. He took a deep breath and cracked up laughing. There was no way he just did what he did. Yet how could he explain it?

Terry Schwartz

Philadelphia, Pennsylvania

A day had passed since Terry had done what he considered to be impossible. How could a kid, who had never run a mile in under 9 minutes get across a few cities before he could blink? It didn't make any sense, but he would soon be faced with the same situation again. His gym teacher, convinced that Terry had somehow decided to skip running the laps, and ran behind the bleachers, was demanding that he run it again, or fail for the semester. He sat in his room getting ready for the new day of school when he heard a knock at the door.

"Orlando, what's up man?" Terry said inviting his friend in.

"Hey, can I talk to you about something."

"Sure, you know that man."

"Yesterday…Where did you go? I was a few steps in front of you, and I saw you quicken your stride then all of a sudden, you were gone!"

"Honestly Orlando, I couldn't explain it if I wanted to."

"Dude, if you're afraid I'll rat you out, don't worry! You know me better than that. Did you skip or something?"

"No, I didn't skip…I just ran and…can we just go to school please?"

"Not a chance, not until you tell me what you were doing. Where did you go?….Answer me Terry!"

Terry heard an anger in his friends voice that he never had before. Suddenly Terry got an idea.

"Hey you want a Pepsi?"

"First of all: don't change the subject, secondly: we both know your parents don't allow soda in this house."

Terry smiled at his friend, and took off running in the same speed he did the day before. The closest convenience store was about 3 miles away, but Terry had reached it in a split second flat. He grabbed a soda, put a dollar on the counter, and returned to his house with the soda bottle in hand.

"Where in the hell did you get this?" Orlando said, surprised to see the soda suddenly appear in his friends hand.

"Finley's convenience, 3rd and Oak street." Terry said nervously.

"I'm sorry?"

"You heard me; Finley's convenience."

"That place is miles away how did you get there and back in…No, no somehow this is some weird prank. It's a good one, but it's a prank. Can we please go to school now?" Orlando said, giving Terry another way to prove his powers to Orlando.

"Give me your hand Orlando." Terry said extending out his own hand.

"What the hell are you talking about man? Maybe you should just stay home and lie down."

"Take my hand Orlando. Please, you're the only person that I can trust enough to show this to."

Orlando apprehensively put his hand in Terry's.

"Hold on tight buddy, I've never tried this with two people before."

Terry opened his front door, and started running. He took off at his otherworldly pace, and looked back to see Orlando grasping his hand tightly with a look of fear, and wonder. Terry stopped an instant later to see the school building right in front of them.

"Ok…the what the hell meter has officially been broken." Orlando said looking for an answer to the situation at hand.

"Yesterday when we were running I tried to catch up to you and ended up in the city. I didn't run behind the bleachers or skipped school, I ran across the city in a flat second. I didn't think I could do it again, so I took a bus home. Last night after my parents went to sleep, I ran to Washington."

"D.C.?"

"No, Washington as in Seattle Washington."

"How long did it take."

"I started running at 12:00 sharp, and stopped 30 seconds later."

"You ran across the country in half a minute?"

"Trust me, I'm as scared as you are."

"Well, you're joining the football team." Orlando said with his signature devilish grin.

"Really? I mean, no, can't do it."

"Why not? You could score a touchdown every play, we would never lose?"

"Yeah, and I'm sure no one would find it suspicious that as soon as I get the ball, I suddenly appear in the end zone. I can't go flashing this thing around man, who knows what could happen if I do! Someone could see me, and want to do experiments."

"Experiments!?" Orlando said in a heavily sarcastic tone.

"I'm being serious. This is not something normal Orlando, no one else can do what I do. As soon as people see me do it, they're gonna start asking questions."

"Fine, no football…but can I ask how you're going to run 4 laps around the track without using this little gift."

"I might have to walk it."

"Coach is already calling for your head. He's an inch away from reporting you for skipping class. You walk the mile, and you're done."

" Can you run without going into Wally West mode?"

"I don't know."

"Try, right now."

Terry reluctantly began to run, and a second later, disappeared from Orlando's sight. Not ten seconds later did Terry return to his friends side.

"Can I interest you in a Orlando Florida tourist attraction map?" Terry asked his friend with a nervous smile. Orlando took the pamphlet in his hand, and looked at his friend in disbelief.

"Well…You're screwed."

The Palmer family

Dallas, Texas

Kent Palmer awoke to the loud noises from the chickens outside. He looked to his side to see his wife still sound asleep. Sarah always was a deep sleeper, but he never understood how she could sleep through the ungodly yells of the livestock.

He slipped on his shirt and old dusty jeans, and headed out to the farm. He had always loved the farm environment; Probably because he was born, raised, and lived on one since the day he came into the world. It wasn't a high paying life, but he was more than happy with the blessings he had received. The Texas sunlight beamed down early on the late summer day. The heat was sweltering, and Kent broke a sweat just a few minutes into his daily chores. Minutes after he began his work, a young man came from out of the house.

"Hello Dad." Kent's 16 year old son Chris said with an eager smile. He patted his Father on the back, and immediately went to work on his own chores.

"Mornin' son. How'd you sleep?" Kent asked his son with a smile.

"Fine, till' the damn chickens decided to start singin'." Chris said with a southern drawl heavier than even his father's.

"It's passed 8:30 anyways son, we're behind by an hour and half." Kent said, restructuring the fractured support beam for the large faded red barn."

"Well you're gonna be even more behind; breakfast is served." Sarah called from inside the doorway.

"She gets quicker all the time." Chris said with a disappointed frown. He loved his chores, which made his Father fairly confident that he would someday follow in his footsteps and take the barn as his own.

All three of them sat down at the table to the bountiful plates of sausage, bacon, scrambled eggs, and toast. It was a sight worthy of a still frame painting. Chris started to reach across the table at the mound of sausage links when his mother slapped his hand back from the plate. Kent moved the plate to the nearby counter, half the room away from the young man.

"Not before we say grace son. Sarah, will you do the honors?"

"Gladly."

As she launched into prayer, Chris couldn't help but look up and stare at the sausage plate across the room. He kept looking at it until he saw the plate quiver and shake slightly. He was confused, but wondered if he had somehow caused the plate to move. He looked at the plate again with a large amount of focus. After a few seconds, the plate was lifted into the air, and started moving towards the table again. As his parents raise their heads, Chris panicked, and the plate dropped to the floor, cracking into small pieces.

"Great, just great." Kent said going to get the broom.

"Can I be excused for one moment please?"

"Sure honey, but don't take to long, I'm just gonna go fry up some more sausage."

Chris rushed outside to the barn in confusion. Had he really done what he thought he had, or was he just seeing things? He went out to the barn, and looked at one of the axes hung on the wall. He began to stare at it intently, almost to the point of straining his eyes. Right before he was about to quit, he saw the axe shake a small bit. In an instant, the axe came flying off the wall, and came flying right at Chris's head. He didn't know how to stop it, so he just ducked and covered his hands with his eyes. A few seconds later, Chris opened his eyes to see the axe inches away from his head. He looked at the barn doorway to see his Father, hand extended into the air, also staring at the axe.

"Go on, take it. I don't know if I can keep it steady for too much longer." Kent said from the door. Chris grabbed the axe from the air and dropped it quickly after.

"Wh…H…How did y..you?"

"I wasn't sure if it would ever happen to you, but apparently it has. Son…It seems as though we're a bit different." Kent said wrapping his arm around his startled son.

Helena Erickson

Miami, Florida

Helena had endured one of the worst nights of sleep in her whole life. She woke up almost every hour to terrible dreams of falling, and failed attempts to repeat her incredible feat. She finally got out of bed at 6:30 in a miserable, tired state. It was 8:30 when a knock on the door interrupted her daily coffee and morning paper routine.

"Hello Helena, I hope you don't mind me showing up unannounced." David said nervously, holding flowers, and a card." David said looking at Helena's startled face. He then took a quick look around the room behind her.

"Well it is a bit early for visitors."

"I know, I know but I'm just here to say thank you for yesterday. I have no clue how you did what it is you did, but without you I would be a literal stain on the face of the earth right now. I owe you everything."

"Well thank you for the flowers and all, but I can't accept it. It was pure coincidence that while we were falling to our deaths, I suddenly became Kara Zor El and decided to glide our way to safety."

"I don't care about that. The fact is had you not done what you had done, nice super girl reference for the record, I wouldn't be here."

"Well you're welcome. Now If you'll excuse me, I'm right in the middle of the entertainment section, and Ryan Phillipe's tell all interview. Good day." Helena said before slamming the door in David's face.

"Please Helena, I need to talk to you about something. You're the only person I can go to right now!" David said from outside the doorway.

It's not that she was angry at him; and it wasn't even that she didn't appreciate the flowers, she just chose to belief that she was nothing special. Her father once gave her a talking to about boasting and one sentence stuck with her always. "The second you start believing you're better than anyone else, is the second you start to lose those who care about you. It amazed her that a saying over a decade into her past still struck her to this day. A second later, the door was being banged on again, this time much more furiously.

"Damn it David I don't want your flow…Oh my god." The man that stood in her doorway couldn't have been. She had to be still sleeping, she still had to be in bed. It was her Father.

"Hello Helena, It's been far too long." The Father that had left her so many years ago said.

"Dad?….How is this….you can't be real." Helena said with a tear rolling down her cheek.

"I'm here because I know what you can do. I've been watching you, just like your mother always told you I was. You're special Helena; I've always known you were."

"Please go, you can't be my Father." Helena said almost drowning in her own tears.

"I know you feel alone, and different right now, but I want you to know you're not alone. Go to this address whenever you're ready to face the truth. I only want the best for you my darling."

"GET OUT OF HERE!" Helena screamed, slamming the door on the figure of her long deceased Father. She fell to the floor in complete shock, tears falling freely from her eyes. She could see the card on the floor next to her, but didn't move an inch. All she could do was lay on the floor, crying her heart out.

Outside the doorway, Helena's Father began to walk away. Seconds later, the frail grey haired old man was transformed into a younger, tanner, healthier being. The man that once stood before Helena as her father had returned to his true form. A form that known by the name of David.

In The Next Chapter:

A face of Evil emerges…

Terry's powers are discovered by a third party

A possible tragedy causes Adam to use his mysterious new gifts

The Palmer boys try to control their powers

Helena discovers the truth about her visitor…

Well, that's chapter two. Sorry if it is too long, but I have a lot of characters to get through in this story. Sorry Adam's portion was a bit short this time, trust me; the next chapter will be a pivotal turning point for him. Please review if you get a chance, and thanks for reading the story. Look for chapter three sometime very soon. Thanks again!