Will POV

In a world full of superheroes, there are two that stand above the rest: the Commander and

Jetstream.

His superstrength makes him pretty much indestructible. She has the power of supersonic flight

along with a total mastery of unarmed combat.

By day, they live as Steve and Josie Stronghold, the top real estate agents in the metropolis of

Maxville.

But whenever duty calls, they are the Commander and Jetstream.

Me, I have my own names for them: Mom and Dad.

You look at them and see the defenders of the world. All I see is my dad wearing tights. Don't

get me wrong. It can be cool to have superhero parents. On the other hand, living up to the

family name means I have to save the world someday. I just have one small problem…

Sarah POV

Phew. Today was the day. The day that would, in part, decide my future. I'm Sarah Winters,

named by the lady who found me as a baby, who I now call Mom.

As I looked in the mirror, I couldn't help but pick at my reflection. My acneless skin was a pinkish

beige, with freckles covering the bridge of my nose and cheeks. I was 5' 9'', which was decently

tall for a girl. Taller than a lot of the boys who hadn't hit their growth spurt yet.

My figure was nowhere near womanly. Any curves I used to have had been replaced with

muscle. I wasn't a body builder, but my crop top revealed six pack abs and chiseled features.

My face had no baby fat, sharp, not soft. My eyes had golden pupils, and glowed when I felt

strong emotions, much to my displeasure.

I already stuck out enough when I talked. There was no reason my powers should have

changed my eye color. Why did I stick out? Because I was living five minutes ahead of everyone

else in my time.

Let me back up, my power allowed me to see the next five minutes of the future overlaid in

transparency from the moment I was living. So my visions were disrupting my sight, distracted

me too much to drive, and I knew everything my teacher was going to say, hearing it when I

predicted it and when they said it.

My social skills were abysmal, as I was constantly bored and knew what people were going to

say. I often responded to words yet to be spoken, changing the future, which gave me a splitting

headache, leaving me in a bad mood. It wasn't debilitating, but it wasn't fun either.

Disorientation was a part of my life, and many people got annoyed at being shushed and not

being able to actually speak as I already knew what they were going to say. I let them say it

sometimes, but I often forgot to.

"Saraaah!" my mother called from downstairs. Right, time to go. I often waited until the real

voice of my mother spoke. The voices of people who spoke in my constant overlapping future

realities were slightly metallic, as if being filtered through a high quality walkie talkie - able to be

understood, but slightly wrong.

As I walked into the kitchen, I responded, "Yes, mom. I've packed my books, pencils, pens, and

other school supplies as well as the 10x strength advil and my med kit. And no, I don't have any

plans on killing or injuring anyone. And that was one time! And that guy was asking for it.

Anyway, I love you, but the bus is going to arrive five minutes early, so I'm gonna have to eat

breakfast another time. Love you too."

She just smiled at my answer to her questions. She had long ago accepted that I knew her

future actions. She knew that didn't make me need her any less, just knew her reminder five

minutes before she was to give it.

I walked to the bus stop. It was only two blocks over. Zach was already waiting at the stop. My

power only allowed me to see the next five minutes of the future that would happen for anyone

with me. So, by approaching Zach, I could tell that he was going to make a remark to Will about

not showing up to the bus had he no powers. It was an unfortunate statement, but I had learned

not to interfere with things that minor. Will wouldn't want me interfering, as I'd have to tell Zach

why Will didn't want to hear that: because Will didn't have any powers. I knew because he had

planned to ask his best friend, Layla, who was also over when I was. So, I got the message

early, being able to see his future five minutes. I could also see the future of people I put a time

marker on. I don't mean a drawing on their hand, but a special tattoo that allowed me to monitor

their futures, even when not with them. The secret was that the ink had some of my blood in it,

effectively linking me to the person, as I would always be with them.

I had told Will, and by extension, Layla, of my powers after some urging from Zach, who had

been the only one to know at the time. Of course, I had meant to tell Layla. When she

confronted me five days later for not telling her, I had said I knew that if I told Will, she would

know. She asked me all sorts of questions, eventually leading to her requesting one of the

tattoos. The tattoo could be any picture. It just had to have that special ink. She requested a

rose on her upper arm. I happily obliged. By then I had become an expert at giving tattoos. I

didn't give them all with my blood though. I was only permanently connected to Zach. After that

day, I had added Layla to the number. Her rose was a shaded red and black realistic image, with

a vine wreath surrounding it. It was more blood than necessary, but I had wanted to make her

love it.

I was lucky that I was born with extremely high processing speed. It was sort of necessary to

live two times at once as well as to follow the futures of those around me as well as away from

me. As far as I could figure, I could give a tattoo to about five more people without my mind

severely incapacitating my ability to function. I also hated crowds. The more people around me,

the more futures jammed in front of my eyes. I had tried turning it off, but met no success. It was

a passive power, not an intentional one.

"Hey Zach!" I said, walking up to a 6 foot 5 inch boy with platinum blond hair, decked out in a

white t-shirt with neon yellow sleeves and white shorts, as if trying to blind anyone who saw him

in any high amount of light.

"Wonder Woman! It's great to see you!"

"For the last time, stop calling me Wonder Woman. I am not an Amazon."

"And, as I'm sure you knew I was going to say, I'll never stop."

I chuckled. "Never change, Zach. Never change."

"And a heads up, Will and Layla are coming, as is the bus."

"Which first?"

"The bus will be here in about 10 seconds and our friends in a minute." As I finished speaking,

the bus pulled up. The, 'from when I started talking' was a given whenever I told him the future. I

was already calculating the actual time from the time of the event within the five minutes. I

wasn't going to factor in my rate of speech as well.

A girl wearing a thin lime green sweater covering her pine green shirt and jean skirt with two

strawberry blond pigtails resting on her shoulders walked up. "Hey Layla. How was breakfast at

Will's?"

"It was great, as you already know. I healed some flowers."

"I'd expect nothing less. Can't wait to start saving the rainforests?" I asked, knowing the answer.

She beamed, well aware that I already knew but was saying it to be nice, "Yes! I can't wait!"

"Well, we might as well get on the bus, which has been waiting for almost a full minute for us to

actually get on."