Chapter 1

Nate's POV

"Nate, Pay attention! This stuff is on the test tomorrow." The teacher reminds me.

I already know what's on the test. I'm not like everyone else in this school; I'm a human with a special ability. I'm what my kind calls a tracker. I can see people's movements and their thoughts. I saw 's thoughts from when she made the test. I have told no one of my powers except my brothers Shane and Jason who have special abilities like me and Aunt Hayley who don't have any abilities. Frankie might but we haven't found out about them yet. Our parents both died, they were killed by a couple of torturers and drainers. Torturers are people who can make your thoughts turn into nightmares. They can stab you from the insides without making a mark on your skin. They can make you want to die. Drainers are people who suck the energy out of you. They can make you so weak that you can't move.

"Nate, pay attention or you'll be in detention." My teacher states.

"Yes Miss." I say to be nice.

"Do page 20 in your math books." She instructs. I get out my math book and I do the math questions.

Shane's POV

"Well we're going to have a pop quiz." Mr. Fraser announces.

Oh no! Not if I can help it. I put the thought of a movie day in his head.

On second thought, let's watch a movie." He says as he sets up the projector.

I'm a puppeteer. I can control people's thoughts but my power of chorus has a limitation where I can't control the thoughts of torturers and drainer.

Jason's POV

I'm in the middle of test and my pencil a break. I mold my pencil into a sharpened pencil. I'm a molder; I can change any object I want into something else. I could change a pencil shaving into a chocolate bunny. My ability of chorus has its limitations. I can't mold weapons. It's very rare that a molder can. I already know all the stuff we're learning in school. I'm in school to look after my brothers. Nate is quite lucky to be here. At the age of 7 right before his powers came in, he got really sick. He would vomit and his hands would shake violently. I remember Mom thinking he was dying or a torturer was attacking him. I pass in my test. I check to see if anyone was looking before I molded a pencil shaving into a piece of gum and then I put it in my mouth. Shane had no problems before he got his powers. I remember he decided to get Nate to eat dirt. I also remember Mom not liking that very much. Grandma was a molder; I guess I get my powers from her. Dad was one of the best trackers ever. He couldn't track the drainers and torturers that were coming for them I guess. Nate got his power from Dad being a tracker. Mom was a puppeteer a great one at that. Her power doesn't affect drainers and torturers. Shane was a puppeteer because of Mom we guess. My youngest brother Frankie is late on getting his powers or he might not have any. The bell rings to end school. I meet Nate and Shane at the front doors and we drive to the restaurant in my car that I built out of a thumbtack. We all work at our Aunt's Diner/Bakery. We live with her so it's the least we can do. I get my money apron off the wall while I mold myself into a pair of black pants and a white shirt.

"Man, can you do mine? I really don't feel like trying to find my work clothes in Aunt Hayley's office." Shane complains.

Sure bro. Nate I'll do yours too." I say ad I mold their new clothes.

We do some serving and Nate sometimes cooks. When he cooks, we don't even need to bring him orders. He just looks into our thoughts and he makes the meals. I sometimes mold sugar into coffee, but other then that, we don't use our powers at "Work"

Nate's POV

I start by serving a girl from our school. Her name is Miley. She is a quiet girl who I barely see.

"Hey Miley, what can I get you?" I ask her.

"Umm a cheese burger and fries and a diet Pepsi." She says.

"Alright." I state as I write her order down.

"Nate, your specialty is needed in my office." My aunt yells.

"I'll be back." I tell her as I go into the kitchen.

Aunt Hayley's office is in the back of the kitchen.

"Yes Aunt Hayley, what do you need?" I ask.

"I'm making a wedding cake and I don't know what she wants it to look like. Can you look into her thoughts and draw me a sketch?" She asks.

"Sure." I tell her as I take a notepad from her and put it in my pocket.

"Order 6 is up!" The head chef yells.

"That's my order, I'll draw the cake while I let her eat." I explain as I walk out of the kitchen.

"Here you are." I state as I give her the food.

"Thanks Nate." She says with a smile.

"Shane, Cover for me. Aunt Hayley needed my specialties for a few minutes." I tell him.

"Yeah sure man." He tells me.

I sketch out a wedding cake with lots of flowers and ribbons.

Miley's POV

I look over at him. He's drawing something or writing a big order. I like him but I can't tell him. He probably doesn't feel the same way. He puts his notepad in his pocket.

"Is everything ok?" He asks.

"It's really good." I tell him as he heads back to his drawing.

He goes back towards the kitchen door.

"Nate, Can I have some more Pepsi?" I ask him.

He goes to the pumps in front of me and grabs me my Pepsi.

"What's that drawing for?" I ask him.

"It's a wedding cake someone ordered." He explains.

"The cake looks beautiful, the bride will like it." I tell him.

"Thanks." I state as I go into her office.

"Here Aunt Hayley. I finished it, she wants chocolate cake on the inside." I inform her.

"Thanks Nate, it's perfect." She says as she gives me a big hug.

I go back out.

"Anything else?" I ask her.

"Can I have a piece of chocolate cake?" She asks.

"Sure." I tell her as I get her a piece of cake.

"Nate, can you get me order number 2?" he asks me. I get the order and I start to walk to the tables, the world goes black.

"Oh my god! Jas, Let's get him to Aunt Hayley." I tell Jason.

"Is he alright?" A girl asks.

"Yeah, He'll be fine." I assure her.

When we get Nate into the kitchen, he starts to shake.

"Paper." He says weakly.

I grab him the stuff from my apron.

"Aunt Hayley!" Jason yells. She rushes over to us.

"Bring him into my office." She orders.

"Nate, what's wrong?" She asks. He keeps drawing with shaking hands.

We prop him up in a chair and hold him up so he can draw better. He finishes drawing and starts to shake even more. We lay him down on the couch.