Hey guys, how are ya? Hope everyone is alright out there. Thanks again for continuing to read my story, I appreciate it, I really do. This is the first chapter that will feature multi-segment stories for some of the characters (basically meaning I'm gonna start out with Terry, go on to someone else, then come back to Terry's story later in the chapter). This chapter is gonna be pretty long, but hopefully that isn't a bad thing ;) . Well, enjoy guys, and don't forget to review! I only have 3 for crying out loud! Thanks again

Chapter four: Reveal

Terry Schwartz

Philadelphia, Pennsylvania.

Terry had spent the past hours speeding around the country trying to come to a point where he could slow himself down mid run. He hadn't been able to so far, and he could only wonder how many times he had circled the continent before finally stoping in a large sprawling desert. He checked his G.P.S only to realize he was just outside of Las Vegas. He figured this would be a good opportunity to try something he had wondered about since his first day with powers. Terry broke into a run and after a few seconds leaped into the air. The sheer amount of force behind his jump sent him flying into the air at an incredible speed, and to an unbelievable height. His face was covered in sheer joy as he continued to glide through the air until he felt gravity begin to pull him back towards earth. His smile suddenly faded as he realized that even with super speed, his landing would probably break his legs, or possibly kill him. He breathed a sigh of relief as he saw water underneath him. He hit the water with a near sonic boom sending a huge wave through the air, then crashing back down into the sea. Terry rose up to the water's surface with a gasp for air. He quickly swam back to the solid land nearby. He checked his G.P.S again to find himself on the coast of Michigan. He leaped half the country in a single speed induced bound; impressive he thought to himself. His cell phone began to vibrate from deep in his pocket. Luckily it had not been damaged in the water. He flipped it open only to hear coach Miller's voice.

"Terry, where are you right now?" Miller asked.

"Michigan."

"How soon can you be here?" Miller asked again. A second later, his office door opened and Terry walked in. "Michigan huh?"

"I wouldn't lie to you sir." Terry said with a nervous smile. "I'm guessing you wanted to see me?"

"Certainly did boy. We both know that this little secret of yours hasn't gone passed Mr. Sierra, you, and myself; so I trust that what I'm going to tell you will stay in this room. Do you understand?" Miller asked, drinking from a water bottle.

"Yes sir, as long as you promise to keep my secret."

"Well that all depends on how you answer this question: Are you willing to do me a little favor?"

"That kind of depends on what that favor is." Terry asked, nervously rubbing his forehead.

"See I have been with this school's football squad for over two decades. It's the only job I've ever really had, and I can't afford to lose it, you understand?"

"I understand that, but I don't exactly get what you want me to do."

"This school district has strict rules on gambling on inter-state athletics, as well as gambling overall; yet it's something I've always done and managed to keep under the radar of the superintendent and school board. Recently, I've been on a bit of a slide, and I've lost a good amount of money. This job, no matter how much I love it, doesn't exactly pay a whole hell of a lot. I'm running very behind on the cash I owe, and I just flat out don't have it. If I don't wire $150,000 dollars within the next forty-eight hours, he's going to release his information on me to the district higher-ups, as well as send over some of his boys to beat the living hell out of me. What I need you to do is use your little gift, and get me the money to pay him off." Miller said after switching his water bottle with a silver flask.

"Sir…I can't do it. I can't get that kind of money."

"No, you will, or our little secret is going to be much more public. I can only imagine what kind of experiments they would do to you. In fact I don't want to imagine such things." Miller's voice changed to a harsh, threatening grumble.

"No sir, you don't understand. I may be fast, but I'm not invincible. I can get inside a bank, but I have no way of getting inside anything locked. I'm not superman." Terry said running his hand through his hair in frustration.

"Honestly son, I don't care how you get the money. You're the smartest kid in this damn school, you'll think of something. Do this for me, and your powers will never leave this tongue of mine. Better get started kiddo." Miller said shooing Terry out of his office. Terry turned around and in a moment of violent rage punched through the glass of the coach's door. Terry ran off in complete and udder anger, he had to think fast, and move even faster.

Adam Bentley

San Diego, California

It was Adam's second day with his son Adrian and everything was perfect. Normally Adam would love nothing more then to lay in bed until near noon; but when little Adrian ran into his Father's room at around 8:00 A.M. he couldn't have been happier. He whipped up a breakfast of scrambled eggs and bacon for them both, and watched in delight as his little boy smiled and ate.

"So is everything going well at your Mother's?" Adam asked his son who was playing with the last piece of bacon. His son replied with a vacant "uh-huh!" His son soon regained interest when Adam mentioned the fact that they should go outside and play some baseball.

Adrian was sure to be a baseball player. He had just recently turned five, and he already had the swing of a kid three times his age. Adam didn't even have to throw lobbed underhand balls at his son, instead he threw full on strikes at his son's waiting bat.

"Now stepping up to the plate Adrian Bonds ladies and gentlemen!" Adam teased his son.

"You hit Dad!" Adrian said, handing his father the wooden bat.

Adrian grabbed the ball and backed up a few steps. He threw a surprisingly decent pitch that Adam could've hit, but he faked an exaggerated swing and missed by a mile.

"Never mind, I think that's Adrian Glavine." Adam said with a smile.

"Come on Dad, really swing this time!" Adrian said as he caught the ball his Dad threw to him.

Adrian threw another great pitch but this time Adam took a well timed swing and hit the ball with a thunder clap. The ball flew off the bat as if it were fired from a gun. It traveled out of Adam's eyesight, and he figured it was a result of his new found 'talents'.

"Wow!" Adrian said as he ran down the sidewalk, trying to keep up with the already out of sight ball's trajectory.

"Don't worry buddy, I have more baseballs. Come on back now bud…" Adam stopped himself as he heard the snap and slight squeal of a camera. He looked around the surrounding houses for anyone taking a photo, but found no one else on his block. His eyes glanced randomly on the roof and he saw a man with a large camera perched on his home's roof.

Adam quickly threw the bat in the unknown spy's direction and with a loud and pained yell the bat knocked the man from the roof down to the ground. Adam began running at the fallen man, but soon stopped as he heard the squeal of tires coming around the corner of the block. A black van flew down the road prompting Adrian to start running back to his father.

"Hurry Adrian!" Adam yelled as his son continued running back to him. Soon Adrian was back in his Father's arms, and both of them went back inside the house.

"Are you okay?" Adam asked his son.

"Yeah Dad, I'm fine."

"Listen buddy, I want you to go into my room, get in the closet, and lock the door behind you. You understand?" Adam said as a persistent pounding began to resonate from the front door.

"Okay." Adrian said in fear.

"I love you buddy, we're gonna be just fine okay?" Adam asked, his son responded with a quick nod. "Okay, quickly, go!"

The door soon flung open and four men in black masks stepped in.

"Come with us Mr. Bentley; We know what you are, and we want to help you."

"Get the hell out of my home."

"We're going to have to take the boy as well." One of the masked men said.

"I don't think you understood what I just told you." Adam said with a rare ferocity in his tone.

"Don't make this hard Mr. Bentley."

Adam threw a quick punch at the rapidly approaching man, sending him flying out the doorway, and nearly through the door of the house across the street. The other visitors looked back in wonder as their associate lied motionless on the sidewalk of a neighbor's yard.

"Do I need to do that again?" Adam asked.

The remaining attackers withdrew shock sticks, night sticks with a beam of electricity running through them. Whoever these guys were they weren't playing around Adam thought to himself. They charged at him quickly, but Adam was able to punch two of the remaining three away from him, but the last of them managed to send a painful shock into Adam's system via a quick jab to his ribs. The attacker was about to slam the stick against the back of Adam's skull, but a sudden wave of energy sent everyone, even Adam flying into the walls.

"Sorry Dad!" Adrian said running over to his Father.

"Did you just do that?" Adam said looking at his beloved little boy completely bewildered.

"Yep!" Adrian said in victory. He turned around to see one of the attackers getting up, but with a blink, a visible wave of energy again threw him against the wall.

"We're gonna have a talk about what exactly it is you just did, but first we have to get out of here. Who knows what's coming next. Go pack up some things." Adam said as his son ran into his room.

Adam rubbed the back of his aching head in confusion, and bewilderment. He had no clue what had happened to him and his son, or even why: All he did know was that someone did know, and they were willing to harm them to bring them in.

Helena Erickson

Miami, Florida

The noiseless ambience was completely soothing. Usually the feeling of floating is a way of saying relaxed. Helena certainly was relaxed, but also literally floating. High above the Miami beaches, Helena hung motionless in the center of the sky. Clouds sprinkled throughout the big blue ceiling seemed much different from a straight ahead view. She was careful not to go too high, but just high enough so no one would be able to distinguish her from just another bird. Helena needed this little retreat more than anything in the world. Just a few days ago, her long dead Father showed up at her door step, and handed her a business card. She knew it couldn't be how it looked, but the pain it brought back lead her to toss the card into the trash, only to dig it out a few moments later. The card was currently in her pocket. Hanging in the air, she contemplated to herself if she should follow the card, and find out who sent it. What if her Father really had come back? How, and why did he? Of course the biggest element of this puzzle that she had not known was that the figure of her Father was not him, but that of a man she had met named David. Helena had saved him after a near tragic skydive, and little did she know, David had the ability to take the form of anybody, alive or dead.

Finally her mind was made, and in a blur Helena shifted her weight to the left and went gliding through the air. The high pitched wind whistling past her somehow comforted her confused mind. She continued her sideways fly until she got over her house. She shifted down and in a lighting bolt's time she was back on the ground. She got in her car and made her way towards the mysterious destination on the cryptic card.

She pulled up to an average looking apartment building and got out of her car. She made her way hesitantly to the door on the card. She knocked on it apprehensively and when she saw the man inside the door, a fury entered her eyes.

"You? What the hell are you doing here?" Helena asked shoving David aside and searching the room for any trace of her Father.

"I was the one that came to your house. I was the one that looked like your Father." David said as his voice and face changed mid sentence."

"Oh my god…" Helena said nearly breaking into tears. "How could you do that to me? Huh? What kind of sick bastard are you?"

"Look I'm sorry, but I thought it might be the way to get you here, and you're here aren't you? I didn't mean to hurt you. In fact I'm here to help you."

"Help me…" Helena repeated with a chuckle. "How in the hell can you help me?"

"I can help you figure out why we are this way. I can help you go back to normal if you want, or maybe I can help you strengthen this gift you have. You saved my life, and I owe you."

"Call it even." Helena said while making her way to the door. David quickly jumped in front of her and stopped her.

"Please. If I'm right about a portion of the stuff I think I know, we can find out what gave us these powers! Don't you want to know why you can fly?"

"No, I really don't."

She again pushed David aside.

"Please… I can't do this on my own. I can put on somebody else's face but…You can fly for Chrissakes!" David said laughing. "You saw him on the news. The guy who lifted the beam at that construction site. He's like us, and there are more out there; dozens, hundreds who knows. The point is we've been given gifts. For us to throw them away as if they never existed and just go on with what we can only loosely call lives. You can do something extraordinary…So be extraordinary."

"…What've you got." Helena said turning back to face him.

"Well like all diabolical plots; it starts with a corporation…"

The Palmer family

Dallas, Texas

Kent Palmer had spent the long day with his usual mix of chores. He always joked that the only reason Chris was even conceived was so that he could help his Dad with chores. It was often played as a joke but sometimes it bordered on complete sincerity. It's a shame they didn't have more useful powers Chris would say to his Dad. "Sure we can lift the tractor off the ground for know apparent reason, but there's no easy way to milk the cows."

Sarah had sensed that something was different over the past days. Kent and Chris had always been a little shaky in the bonding department, but now the two seemed like the best of friends. It was in no way a bad thing, just a little odd.

It was around dinner time that Kent came into the kitchen to see Sarah readying the meal. She smiled as he kissed her on the cheek in passing. She quickly stopped him from leaving the room with a lightning fast question. "So how are things with the farm?"

"Good sweetie, just keeping busy. The usual I guess." Kent said responding while grabbing a beer.

He was ready to walk away again but Sarah stopped him once more. "Anything special you want for dinner next week?"

"Nope, whatever you have planned is fine." Kent said ready to step out again.

"I'm heading out to that shopping center later, want me to pick you up a new pair of boots?"

"Honey is something wrong?" Kent said after quickly turning around.

"No, I mean; Nothing I know of. What I can't ask some simple questions?"

"You can…You just never do."

"Well you know…What I'm really thinking about is… You and Chris seem to be on good terms lately. I'm just not used to seeing it."

"He's just growing up. That's all; You can't stay in that rebellious phase forever."

"Yeah…just nice to see. You two had such a hard time getting along for the past few years and it does me good to see my boys on solid ground."

During her statement, Chris was making his way into the room, levitating his dirty boots inches from his hands. He walked passed the kitchen and saw his mother. The sudden jolt of fear disrupted his concentration and sent the steel toed shoes flying at his Mother's head. She screamed as the black boots came dangerously close to her face before Kent stopped them, then dropped them to the floor using telekinesis.

"Damn he has a habit of doing that." Chris mumbled to himself.

Sarah turned to her husband with a shocked look.

"Well…At least we'll have some interesting dinner conversation now!" Chris said with a sarcastic grin. Kent was not amused and breathed a heavy sigh as the rouse was up: He had to tell her.

Timothy Sampson

Seattle, Washington

Timothy Sampson was driving down the road with a purpose. He was making his way to the Sampson Systems home base in Seattle in an attempt to contact the head scientist from the doomed laboratory, who had apparently not been to work on the day of the accident. This was usually a job to be handled over phone, or by a lowly intern; but Tim had a deathly serious personal problem that he alone needed to tend to. His Bentley pulled into the parking lot of the building his Father built both literally and figuratively.

Tim entered the large expensive looking lobby. The white marble of the floors gave it a look of sophistication, that was mainly lost once you realized what exactly it was that Sampson systems was. A young man in his early twenties stood behind the desk.

"Hello there Mr. Sampson. It's a pleasure to meet you." The enamored young man said.

"Hi there…Do I know you?"

"Well no sir, but everyone here knows you. You do own the company."

"Right, right." Sampson said with a faked impatient smile. "Listen…Kevin;" Sampson said glancing at the boy's nametag, "I haven't been in this building in many many years so maybe you can help me find a certain section of the building."

"Certainly. Name the section!"

"Laboratory sciences." Tim said with an icy enthusiasm.

"Yeah….the thing is that wing is currently under restructure."

"Oh you mean they're building onto the offices."

"Not quite. Because of the accidents at the labs, layoffs were made and there's currently no one working in this building under the lab sciences section."

"Fine, fine. Is there any way you could give me the list of names for people who worked at the lab through the day of the accident. I don't exactly keep up with our database."

"Sorry sir. It's under lockdown. I need a password to open that file."

"What? I didn't order a password change for that! There must be a mistake, try again."

"Sir, I just can't. You're the only man in the company who can order to seal a document so maybe you have the password somewhere in your computers."

"I'm telling you, I didn't do that!"

"Well I can't help you sir."

"Move!" Tim said, shoving Kevin away violently. Kevin fell to the floor from the rage fueled push.

"Damn it! How am I supposed to know you didn't block it huh? You think you can keep information from me? This is MY COMPANY!" Tim said in an almost insane rant. It was evident to Kevin that Tim was not exactly healthy.

"Sir maybe you should go."

"No Kevin, maybe YOU should go to HELL!" Tim said before shooting a beam of flames from his palms. Kevin disappeared right before Tim's eyes. He was there one second, and completely gone the next.

Suddenly, the sprinklers came on in the room and Tim could see the water drops falling around an invisible figure in the room.

"You too huh! You too!" Tim said before trying to release his flames again, but the increasing water flow shut down his plans. An invisible fist to the face sent Tim falling to the floor.

Tim was lifted into the air by a force invisible to anyone else, but Tim knew it was Kevin. Kevin threw Tim into the desk, knocking the computer over as well as accidentally opening one of the cabinets of the desk. The water finally stopped and as a now completely invisible Kevin made his way to finish off Tim, A beam of flames engulfed the missing boy. Only screams and a ball of fire gave evidence to Kevin's presence. Seconds later, Kevin reappeared with charred flesh and a pained final look in his eyes. Timothy looked into the opened cabinet to see a large folder with the label "Project PX". He looked inside it and saw the name he sought after.

"Son of a bitch…They're covering it up from me. He was in on it…That bastard!" Tim screamed at no one in particular. "Dr. Gregory Duncan…You're going to fix me!" Tim said in delight. Tim slipped in the now ankle high water and dropped a few pages inside the large folder. Two files came out. The files contained the names, pictures, and information for people by the names of "Terry Schwartz" and "Brody Harris." The names meant nothing to Tim then, but little did he know that their names, along with the names of the others profiled would soon mean the world.

Terry Schwartz

Philadelphia, Pennsylvania

Terry stood on a street corner waiting for any sign of his target. He had been there for at least a half hour, and if the route given to him was true it should have already been there. He could have ran around the city looking for it, but honestly he had so much running up ahead, he had desire to use it until he had to. Terry couldn't stop beating himself up inside. He knew what he was doing was wrong but he also knew that he couldn't let his secret get out. He didn't want to imagine what would happen to him if someone were to realize what he was. A freak, sure to be labeled a "threat to society". Honestly, Terry thought that for a second that maybe it would be easier to just turn himself in now, rather then keep running. It would eventually get to him, and mess with his head. His thoughts were cut off by his approaching target: The bank's armored car. He let it pass him by, knowing he could do nothing at his current state. Hell, he wasn't sure he could do anything either way; but he had to try.

The car was almost three blocks away gaining speed. It would have to be now. After a deep sigh, Terry broke into his sound barrier breaking sprint and in an instant he was inches away from the large impenetrable vehicle. Terry flinched as he pushed forward in a small jump. He hit the back of the car with a sonic boom and the heavy reinforced steel of the door gave way to the unstoppable momentum of Terry's run.

Terry was knocked nearly unconscious by the shattering blow to the car. He had lacerations on his face, and he was sure to bruise in a matter of minutes. He quickly gained his composure and as the car came to a stop he quickly grabbed the three heavy cases full of money, and sped off before the car's drivers had a chance to see his face.

Terry sped into Coach Miller's office, blood running down from the various cuts. Terry dropped the heavy metal carrying cases, and fell to the floor in exhaustion.

"Good boy Terry… Your secret is safe now." Millar said with a sick smile as he looked into the cases to see them lined with hundreds, fifties and twenties. Miller patted Terry's forehead and left him lying on the office floor. Terry had never done anything worthy of a detention. His first crime in life sure was a big one. Even in the darkness of unconsciousness, Terry felt the need to get revenge. He would not be used again.

In The next chapter…

Terry seeks revenge

Adam and Adrian take refuge in an unexpected place

Sarah tries to cope with the news of her family's gift.

Helena and David start to uncover the mystery of their powers

Timothy meets his match in one of the people in the files.

This took a long long time to write, but I hope you enjoyed it. Please review, and be on the lookout for chapter 5!