Shane Campbell
Odessa, Texas

"How you feeling?" He asked her. She was standing at her locker, as she usually does.

"Huh? Oh, yeah, fine." She answered.

Shane shook his head. "Well, you don't have any scars…limps…missing body parts, so I guess you are." He smiled, but Claire seemed to be dazing off. She had recently been in a car accident. "Which, brings me to the fact, that I think you are lying."

"Lying? Why would I be lying?" She asked, defensively.

"That's why. And, the fact that you always have a confused look on when you start zoning out." He answered.

"Well, I'm fine."

Shane looked around. "Hey…where's Zach? Usually you two are inseparable."

"Oh…we, uh, had a fight."

"Uh-huh." He answered, raising an eyebrow, but demised it. "Well, anyways, just…stay Claire."

She looked up at him. "And what is that."

"Claire," He explained, "is that look you have in your eye behind that cloud of confusion." He answered.

"Okay. Then, stay…Shane."

Shane began taking a few steps back, "You sure that's what you want?"

"I'm sure." She answered, a small smile growing.

Shane smiled before turning around and walking off.

Rosemary Anderson
New York

"I don't know." Rosemary said into the phone. "But, I'm getting worried."

"Have you consulted help from a therapist?" A woman's voice asked, from the other line of the phone.

"No…should I?" Rosemary asked. "Would it helped? I just kinda guessed he was going through a-a stage or something. Since his father died. He-he keeps acting like his father is there."

"Like…he's talking to his ghost?"

"Exactly." Rosemary answered.

"How do you know he isn't?"

"Get a grip." Rosemary chuckled. "You're my sister. If you start going crazy, that might make me look bad." She chuckled.

"Well, you know, children have abilities that us adults don't. Gradually they lose them as they grow older. But, you never know. I still think he might be able to talk to Bryan."

Rosemary didn't say anything. "Well…he has been drawing pictures."

"What kind of pictures?"

"There's one of him, in his bed, sleeping, and someone hovering off the ground, looking down at him." Rosemary explained.

"Bryan?"

"That's what I think."

"You know, I'm no expert, but I say Jakob is right."

"Yeah. Whatever." Rosemary sighed. "Well, bye Ellie."

"Bye."

Rosemary hung up the phone and sighed.

Chance Salazar
New York

"I can't do anything else. There. Is. Nothing. Wrong. With. You." The man with the white jacket tried to convince Chance.

"There has to be." Chance argued.

"You're as healthy as a horse!" The doctor argued, back.

"This isn't normal."

"How do you know you haven't just been thinking you are superhumanly strong?" The doctor asked. "Huh?"

"So, this is a dream?" Asked Chance. He looked over at the sink faucet, and with one hand bent it backwards and then down, and then looped it through.

"Okay…that was weird." Agreed the doctor.

"Yeah." Chance grabbed his jacket and barged out of the room. He briskly walked out of the hospital and to his car. He snapped at the car door handle, and pulled it, but it broke off.

Evangeline Daniels
New York

Knock, knock, knock.

Evan slowly made her way to the door. She looked through the eyehole and froze.

Three police officers stood on the other side. Evan looked around, quickly. "No, no, no, no." She said quietly. She slowly backed up, and then turned around and ran out the back door.

She jumped up on the back fence and then jumped over it, landing in a crouch. She looked up into the eyes of the police officer sitting in the driver's seat of one of the two police cars infront of her house. He watched her, blank surprise on his face.

Evan stood up and began pelting down the street. She soon heard the sirens of police cars behind her. She glanced behind her and saw that they were chasing her. No way was she a match for cars.

Quickly, she darted between two houses and onto the street over. She heard the siren's getting farther and father away now. When she glanced behind her and this time, she saw two men in police uniforms chasing her. One of the cars must have stopped to chase her on the foot, and the other in the car.

Evan turned to her right and began jumping back yards. She dived head first through a bush-fence, rolling out on the other side. She quickly stood up and ran through the yard, avoiding children's toys. She dived again through the opposite bush-fence and got up, running again. She scrambled up the wooden fence, and leaped off onto the other side, she landed, still running.

She did the same with the opposite fence. When she was about the jump off into the neighboring yard, she glanced behind her and saw one of the cops landing on the other side of the fence, the one she was leaving. He stopped, and they froze for a second, eyes locked.

Evan smirked and rolled onto the other side of the fence. She always enjoyed playing tag when she was little, with her brothers. She was never 'it'. Her brothers hated playing with her because she was so hard to catch.

She was able to hop one more yard. As she was pelting through another yard, he felt herself falling to the ground, a heavy weight on top of her. All the air was knocked out from her lungs. She gave a few weak coughs.

She struggled under the weight of the officer. He was sitting on her back, now. Evan turned her head so she could look at him with her right eye. He was reaching back to grab his hand cuffs. Evan smirked. She quickly rolled over under him. The movement was quick, and Evan gave him a hard punch in the jaw.

She reached up, placed one hand on each side of his head, and pulled his head down next to hers. She smacked his head against hers, and he slumped off of her and onto the ground.

Evan gave a small chuckle as she quickly scrambled up. She looked over and saw the second officer making his way over the fence. Evan jolted over to the sliding glass back door, pulled it open, and rushed inside the stranger's house. She quickly made her way to the front of the house. She could hear the second officer entering.

She grabbed the nearest door and closed it behind her. It was small and dark. You guessed it, a closet. She backed up to the wall and got as far away from the door as she could.

Outside the door, everything was quiet. She hoped that the officer had gone out the front door, thinking she had, too. But, she saw his shadow through the bottom crack, and then the handle slowly turning.

As soon as he opened the door, Evan plowed into him and pushed him into the wall. He grunted in surprise. Evan turned to run, but he grabbed her wrist. Evan turned around and gave him a kick in the side of the knee. He let go of her in pain.

'Ha. This is fun.' She thought as she flung open the front door. She raced outside, the light blinded her for a moment before she began running again. But someone grabbed her wrist, and shoved her against a car that was parked on the side of the road. He pulled her wrist up behind her back. "Evangeline Daniels, you are under arrest." He said as he grabbed her other wrist.

Evan chuckled. "You think?" She asked him, sarcastically. Evan looked over her shoulder at him. He was the one that she had punched in the face and had hit his head with hers. "No hard feelings, eh?" She asked.

He just starred at her coldly. "I guess there is hard feelings." She said, quietly. She was smiling, though. "Ah, oh well." She said.

She looked over her left shoulder as the other one came up. "How's your knee?" She inquired, a serious and sincere look on her face.

He just grabbed the radio he was wearing. "We got 'er." He radioed in.

"Alright. Where you at?"

"Cedar Street." He answered. Evan looked at his metal name tag. "Konners." It read. She squinted up at the sun.

"Eh, what time is it?" She asked, casually.

"One." The one she had punched answered. He was still holding her on the car.

"It's alright. I ain't going anywhere. Game Over." She said. "But, then again, I don't expect you will trust me. Seeing as I did lead you on a pretty good chase. Heh, a good run. Should do that again."

"Shut up." He said.

"Alright, alright. Aren't you cranky?" She teased. She glanced over her shoulder at him. He had short black hair and piercing blue eyes. His tag read, "Collins.". "You two seem to know my name, but I don't believe I caught yours."

Evan sighed. This wasn't the first time she had been caught. She would hit a bank, go on a chase by the cops, and then make them let her go. Then she would change her name and her look and rent a different apartment.

"Now it's my turn." She said. "Should I do this the hard way, or the easy way?" She asked herself. "Okay." Her tone changed immensly. To do this, she had to be looking into thier eyes. She shoved herself backward into Collins arms. Konners immediatly grabbed her shoulders. "Let go of me. Step back. Be silent." She said, her voice deep and robotic. He did as he was told.

Collins looked down at her in surprise. And, in his surprise, he loosened his grip. Evan swirved around. "Don't move." He immediatly stood up straight. "Now, unlock my cuffs. Good. Now, Konners and Collins, you will not remember me." And with that, she darted into someone's backyard.

To Be Continued...