Author's Note: Hello my beautiful readers! What's shakin'? *crickets* No? Nothing? Okay... ANYWAYS, here's the first chapter of Superhuman! I was SUPER excited to post this up! First things first, I made a mistake in the Prologue. Amy and Bob lived in Castle Rock, Colorado before moving to Denver. I realized the mistake and I apologize for any confusion. Now that I've addressed that, you may begin to read! ENJOY!

Story Title: Superhuman

Written By: ButterflyCryx

Chapter One: Danger?

It was a normal Monday in the Duncan household. Amy had just finished giving Charlie a snack when her cell phone began to ring. She smiled at her daughter before exiting the kitchen then walked into the living room. Once she spotted the caller I.D, her heart dropped. After recognizing the nine digits, she quickly scanned the room and made sure there were no signs of the rest of her family.

"Hello?"

"Amy! So nice to finally speak to you. How's Bob and the kids?"

The blonde swallowed the lump that formed in her throat then replied.

"You shouldn't be calling..."

"Listen, I know we made an agreement. I haven't forgotten about it. We just really need your help." the familiar voice said, secretly hoping for their long-lost friend's cooperation. The mother bit her bottom lip then began to pace. She was wearing a purple V-Neck and her favorite dark blue jeans. She had no shoes on and her shoulder-length hair was tied up. Checking to see if there were any signs of her family once more, she gave another response.

"What's this about? What do you need help with?"

"You can find out once we set up a meeting. When are you available?"

Amy put a hand to her head and thought for a moment. She didn't want parts of her old life to re-surface. She and Bob made a lot of sacrifices to get to where they were now and she didn't plan on destroying what they took years to built. She had children for goodness sakes! How could she possibly ruin that? Ruin her family's lives? As she continued to pace, the voice suddenly spoke again.

"We need to talk Amy. It's important."

"I'm sorry but- I just... can't. My family..."

"It's about them. It's about all of us. We're in danger, Amy."

Amy's heart began to race as her old friend's words processed in her head. She closed her eyes and suddenly wished she could make herself, including her family, disappear.

'If only I had that power' she thought, shaking her head afterwards.

"I'm available tomorrow. After work. I'm a nurse at the local hospital near my home." Amy said.

"When does your shift end?"

"6 o' clock."

"Meeting place?"

"Coffee shop just two blocks down. I'm sure you won't be needing any directions. I heard you're really good at finding people."

The person on the other end smiled.

"I guess I am. Well, I'll let you go. Tell Bob and the kids I said hi."

Amy said a quick goodbye then heard the line go dead. As she hung up her phone, Bob and the rest of her children came through the front door. They were all laughing at one of Gabe's fat jokes towards his father which made Amy smile. Teddy was wearing a crème-colored blouse that was covered in a pink and black floral pattern, black pants and her mothers pink heels. P.J wore one of his grey T-Shirts, black jeans and an old pair of black and white converses. Gabe had a red and blue plaid button down with dark blue jeans and his favorite Spiderman sneakers. Bob, however, wore his work clothes that he never seemed to take off. Amy observed them closely and thought about the kinds of trouble they could be in.

'After everything Bob and I did to protect our family…how could we be in danger?'

Interrupting her thoughts, Bob kissed his wife on the cheek then smiled at her. Amy smiled back then watched as Teddy reached out for a hug.

"Hi mom." She greeted, taking in her warm and welcoming scent.

"Hey Teds, how was school?"

"Great! You might wanna ask P.J that. I'm sure he's had a VERY interesting day." Teddy replied, giving her brother a smirk before entering the kitchen and greeting her little sister. P.J cursed at her in his head then faced his mother.

"What is she talking about?" Amy asked, her eyes narrowed at him and her tone firm. P.J gulped then replied.

"Uh… well… see…"

"Spit it out!" Gabe urged as his mother shot him a look. He immediately backed off then went into the kitchen. Seeing that this was getting intense, Bob quietly entered the kitchen as well.

"Patrick John Duncan, what happened at school?"

P.J sighed then sat on the couch.

"I punched a sophomore in the face." He mumbled, looking down at his lap. Amy's mouth opened as she let out a small gasp.

"Why did you do that P.J? Did he do or say something to you that was offensive?" she questioned. Finding it hard to explain, P.J failed at coming up with a sensible answer.

"Well… not exactly…"

"P.J! Did you punch him for no reason?"

"No! Mom, I swear, I-"

"You are NOT a bully. Do you understand? I do not permit such a behavior in this house."

P.J looked up at his mother with inevitable hurt in his soft blue eyes. How could she think that he, out of all people, would be such a monstrous thing? He would never pick on anybody or hurt them unless it was out of reaction and he did react… except it wasn't because of something the person did or said.

It was because of something the person thought.

"I would never bully anyone, mom! You know that!" he said, his tone rising. Amy sighed then sat beside her son, matching her piercing blue eyes with his.

"Then tell me why you did it. And why didn't your school call me?"

P.J couldn't explain that one either. He got called to the principal's office after pulling such a stunt, but as soon as he walked in and mentally wished Mr. Kelly would drop the incident and let him go back to class, that's exactly what happened. He didn't understand why, but he made no attempts to argue.

"You won't understand…" he trailed off once his father entered the living room.

"Hey, I'm ordering food for tonight. Come to the kitchen and pick what you want. We decided on Chinese." He quickly informed them, disregarding the conversation they were having. Amy nodded then looked back at her seventeen year old son.

"We'll talk-"

"About this later. I know. And you're planning on grounding me for two weeks."

Stunned, Amy gave P.J a look.

"How did you know I was going to say that?" she asked. Realizing his mistake, P.J attempted to fix it.

"I don't know. Maybe because you've said it to me a hundred times before."

The teenager shrugged then escaped into the kitchen.

Amy, still a bit perplexed, decided to shrug it off and entered the kitchen seconds later.

"Mom! Gabe spilled juice all over your new table cloth!" Teddy whined, examining the mess before her. Charlie, who had just finished her PB&J sandwich, watched as the big puddle of Fruit Punch began to drip onto the yellow and white tiles.

"Not again, GABE!" Amy yelled as she forcefully opened the swinging door that led into the kitchen, nearly taking it off the hinges.

"I did not! I was just standing here and I was looking at it and-"

Everyone stopped and gave him a strange look. Gabe caught on and immediately shut up. He didn't even know how the juice carton knocked over in the first place. He was just staring at it and the next thing you know, splat! It just simply fell over. He honestly didn't know how it happened. All he knew was that the juice carton had magically knocked over and spilled onto his mother's new peach-colored table cloth. He wasn't even the cause of it.

Not physically, anyway.

To be continued...