Author's Note: Thanks so much to all my readers! And also, to my wonderful reviewers; (I forgot to before, so I'm doing it now) thanks SO MUCH for the collapsing bleachers idea! And also, thanks for the positive feedback! And I promise, reasons and mysteries will be explained in the future! I'm just not sure if I want all of it explained, or if I'll do a sequel once I get done and so wait and reveal more later... Thoughts on this? I know it's a bit early, but would you consider reading a sequel or not?

I turned the computer on and started twisting my chair while I waited for the machine to boot up. I was sitting at the desk which held our only computer, in the back of the modest living room.

It had been two days since the bleacher incident.

It had taken awhile before they'd finally gotten to us and gotten us out. They were shocked to see that neither of us were in any way harmed; they saw the little 'fort' Matt had made; believed and saw the truth in his bogus story about how we had been so unbelievably lucky that a certain beam of metal had just happened to fall exactly in a way to protect us from harm. At we didn't have to go to the hospital or anything. Instead we were each awarded a full week's detention. A picture of us snapped by an expectant photographer was featured in the local newspaper and mentioned in the local news. We'd become famous as The Luckiest People Alive.

I sighed and found my copy of the paper.

I looked at the image of myself, staring back at me. The picture was embarrassing - my hair and clothes were askew and caked with dust and grime, and my expression was one of almost comical shock - but hey, neither one of us had been prepared to get our picture taken. But the most embarrassing part of the image was that under the shock, if you looked closely enough, my face revealed the lingering shadow of intrigue and the deep calmness I felt whilst ever in the presense of Matthew. Ugh.

My gaze slid over to the image of Matt. Still, after seeing it so many times, after seeing him in person - it took my breath away.

A light layer of dust and soot was sprinkled over his skin in such a perfect manner, it looked as if it had been planted there purposely. His bronze curls, rather than lying in their usual mop-fashion, was a tousled lighter red. His shirt was torn and bits of tan, toned muscled were to be seen in a few dust and shirt-free places. His expression was bitter and dark, his eyes glaring. It displayed mostly anger, but slight surprise and also, if I wasn't mistaken, a little fear. Had he been afraid I'd tell what had really happened? Did he really have so little faith in me?

We were standing apart; his body language made it seem as if we were either barely acquainted or total strangers.

I sighed again.

Ever since the slightly-traumatic episode, Matt hadn't been himself. Even though we were still gym partners, he was utterly silent. Whenever I tried talking to him, he would only grunt or nod or shrug; he never said more than two words to me at a time.

I was convinced that this was because of whatever gave him the ability to re-materialize and be indestructible.

So I was on a mission - I was going to find out what exactly he was.

I pulled up the internet on the now-turned-on computer and Googled Super Strength and Indestructibility.

I skimmed through lists of pages advertising Super Strength Dog Toys and Indestructible Eggs and quickly became impatient. So I tried again, with Mythical beings and their traits. After skimming through sites about Dragons, Phoenixes, and other monsters, I came across a potentially helpful site. On it was a list of every mythical creature known throughout history, organized into categories.

I was pretty sure he wasn't an elf or a fairy. I laughed aloud at the thought.

Zombie was out; I was very sure that he wasn't a decaying corpse.

Vampire was out; vampire were pale and couldn't come out in the daytime, but Matt was dark and tan, and I'd only ever seen him in the daytime. Plus he was around people all the time, and as far as I knew, he hadn't tried to kill them at all.

Wizard and werewolf were out; even if Matt was some sort of mythical creature, these two were the most rediculous to believe of them all.

Centaur and Giant were out, with no explanation needed.

Then I saw 'alien', 'demigod', and 'star people'. I thought about movies like Race to Witch Mountain, Percy Jackson and the Olympians, and Stardust. Was it possible that he was either one of them? They would make sense...

I felt absolutely rediculous for considering these things. I didn't believe in such nonsense. But then, what other explanation was there?

I would keep the three possibilities in mind.

I sighed in frustration, turned the computer off, and flopped onto my bed.

My thoughts were soley of Matthew Black.

Author's Note: Okay, I know this chapter is outrageously short, but before I write/decide any more, I need answers to the questions in my AN above. Would you read a sequel?