Author's Note

Someone Asked me what the inspration for this story was, so here it is:

The abilities came to me when me and a couple friends were joking around. My friend was going on about how she would love to see the future. Another friends wanted said she would love to be able to control minds and I said that I would love to make stuff appear out of no where. The Torturers and Drainer came from when we watched Harry potter that day. I decided to write the abilities down for fun.

One day I went to the beach and i saw the ability sheet sticking out of my story binder and I wanted to write something new besides my other 2 stories so, I just started writing while I was at the beach working on my tan. I wrote these first 3 chapters on the beach. I would have written more buti was interupted by this person who asked me what I was doing, so I put my binder away.

Hope you liked readin my inspiration.

Chapter 3

Miley's POV

I look down the street and see that no one is at the Grey's house, or
maybe now there is. I see Nate get out of the car. I run over to him.

"Hey, How are you feeling? You passed out at the restaurant earlier" I say as if he didn't know.

"I was just tired, that's all." He lies to my face.

"Justin, I wad wondering if you wanted to go out tonight." I ask him.

Nate's POV

Ok this day is going from crazy to insane. No one would ever come near
me yesterday and now someone is asking me out.

"I'm still not feelingvery good. I'm still wicked tired. How about tommorrow?" I suggest.

"Sure." She smiles as she turns around flipping her long brown hair.

"Was she joking or is she for real? What was she thinking?" Shane asks me.

"I don't know! Her thoughts were blurred!" I half yell.

"This Final Flash thing is really making you irratable." Jason says.

"Wellat least you get to live! I get to die at 17." I yell.

"Take that conversation inside,we don't need the neighborhood hearing about this." Aunt Hayley suggests.

We get inside. I start to feel sick and I cough up blood.

"Shit! That's probably not good." Shane says.

I hear a voice in my head.

"Love the girl." It chants.

"Shane I'm really not in the mood of being your puppet." I yell at him.

"I'm not using my powers on you." He tells me .

"Get the voice the hell out of my head!"I shout.

"Nate, you should get some sleep Nate. Say hey to your brother first. He's in his room maybe play with him for a bit." Aunt Hayley tells me.

"Sure Aunt Hayley." I tell her as I go upstairs.

"Hey Frank, Whatcha doing?" I ask him.

"Playing Lego, wanna play?" He asks.

"Sure bud." I tell him.

After 10 minutes of Lego, I get a vision.

"I'll be back." I say as I rush downstairs.

"Aunt Hayley!" I yell weakly from halfway down the stairs.

"What is it? What did you see?" Shane worries as he gives me some paper.

I drew out a picture of Frankie and a hooded man. Shane gasps.

"Frankie can't die!" Jason states.

"Aunt Hayley you have to listen to me, for Frankie's sake. First, tell him he's going to Grandma's for a while. Second, Jas mold me a plane ticket for the place that Grandma lives. Third, get Frank the hell out
of here. Forth, Don't say the name of the place where they live. Aunt Hayley, please trust me." I instruct her.

"Here you are, one plane ticket for the luxery part of the plane."
Jason says as he hands me the ticket.

"We need 2! I got to go with him to see he gets there safe!"Aunt Hayley protests.

He makes a second ticket. "Let me call Grandpa. He'll understand if I call him." I state as Shane grabs me
the phone.

I call Grandpa.

"Grandpa, Frankie is coming to stay with you! It's important. It envolves the last lightswitch. He's get
threats for the Hoodies. Please say yes." I tell him.

"Sure, it will be my honour. When does the last bulb go of?" He asks.

"Depends if the tables turn. I got to go. Bye." I state as I hang up.

"Frank, you're going to go to Grandma and Grandpa's house for a little while." Aunt Hayley
explains.

Jason molds him some clothes and essenials and he rushes to grab some toys and they leave.

Shane's POV

"Ok I'm tired." Nate states as he falls asleep on the couch.

I lockthe front door and I put a blanket over him.

"Jas, I feel helpless. How can we help him?" I ask.

"I don't know, doing what he says seems to be working. We should get some sleep, we have school tommorrow. " He says as we head upstairs.

The Next Day

Jason's POV

I eat some breakfast and I see Nate waking up.

"Hey Nate, How are you feeling?" I ask him.

"Tired and I'm knida sick to my stomach." He answers.

"Stay here for the day. You can miss school." I tell him.

He blanks out and starts to draw s picture of a dead boy, the number 17, a 2 and a Torturer.

"What does it mean?" I ask him.

"Turn on the TV ."He instructs.

I turn on the Tv and see a dead boy.

"There was another death. It's believed to be the same type of wounds as the girl who
died 2 days ago. He was 17 years old Trace Johnston." The TV informs us.

"Ok smartie pants, what's the 2 for?" I question.

"He's the 2nd one gone. I can't prevent the death of someone who I've never met." He explains.

Shane comes downstairs.

"Is that another one gone?" Shane yawns.

"Yeah, they are dropping like fruit flies. Shane, eat your breakfast. We got school." I state as I mold myself an orange.

Shane shoves the cereal down his throat.

"We'll see you later. Text us if you draw anything important." Shane states as we leave.

Nate's POV

After an hour of stareing at the ceiling, I get off the couch.

"I think I'll go to the beach." I think out loud.

I change into some shorts and a tank-top and I walk to the beach with a towel and a bag
with ny sketching stuff. The thing about being a Tracker is that you
always have to have paper and pencils near by. I take my shoes off and
I let the sand go between my toes. I sit on my towel as I try to keep
calm. Suddenly, Miley comes over to me.

"Hey Nate, why are you here and not at school?" She asks.

"I needed a break from school." I say half lying.

"It's pretty here isn't it? I use to always come here with my Mom. Your parents aren't around are they?" She states.

"They died about a year ago. They got murdered. I miss them lots but my Aunt is nice." I tell her.

"She owns the bakery/Restaurant right?" She asks.

"Yeah, I served you yesterday." I chukle nervously.

Miley's POV

I look at him and see his gorgeous features. He just smiles and all I
can think of is the future and what will happen to him. He pulls his
shirt off and I see a well toned body.

"You coming in? It's a good way to get your mind off anything that is going wrong." He says as he gets in the water.

I pull off my clothes to reveal a bikini. I really like this guy, I actually like him, not fake like him like Dad suggests.

We swim for a bit and we laughed and carried on until I tipped over his bag of stuff. Notepads and pencils fall out.

"Get away from that." He states.

"Why do you have a notepad and pencils at the beach?" I ask.

He is so busted. I hope to catch a glimpse of his drawing and see how much he knows about this whole Dad situation.