It had been a pretty bad day so far. You'd think a guy who can see the future would have it made but, sadly, that wasn't the case for Tyson Matthews. Seeing the future didn't really help him advance his career, which was being the manager of a busy grocery store. He could see angry customers coming before they came but, what did it matter if they were going to come and be angry anyway? It didn't help him avoid the damn pothole he almost broke his ankle in when he tripped earlier that morning. In fact, seeing the immediate future wasn't as useful as one would think it to be. However, the one thing it was useful for, was Krav Maga class. Krav Maga was the one athletic thing Tyson had been forced to do since he was a child but, when he got older, he found himself continuing to attend classes to let off steam after a day such as this one. Being a Watcher was tiring but, class usually always calmed him down to the point of happiness once again.
Class had just ended as Tyson changed back into his street clothes and said his goodbyes. He checked a mirror in the locker room once, making sure his hair was in order and his clothes were positioned weirdly or anything. He only wore a basic white T-shirt, blue jeans, and athletic sneakers. Not really street clothes but, he wasn't trying to impress anybody anyway. Shouldering his duffle bag, he left the building and made his way down the sidewalk, through random bodies. His apartment wasn't far so he always walked to and from class to get a bit of exercise in, as he didn't exercise normally in any capacity. Cars zoomed by and the general noise of a city during daylight filled his ears as Tyson sipped a bottle of Aquafina. His thoughts were muddled and unclear as he headed home but, he knew one thing for sure; he definitely wanted to sleep when he got back home. He had the day off from his job and class was pretty hardcore so he was happy that he would be able to sleep when he got back.
After about fifteen minutes, Tyson finally arrived at his apartment building. He lived on the top floor in a moderately nice apartment building. At least, it was nice enough to have a door man. The two men exchanged pleasantries and Tyson headed through the lobby and took the stairs up to the top, another slight form of exercise to a guy with no regulated discipline. As he made his way through the corridor to his door though, he suddenly got a bad feeling. It could have been anything but, he wasn't about to take any chances. Stopping for a moment, Tyson closed his eyes and concentrated; he had been using his ability for years and he could induce visions of the immediate future with no problems. His vision showed a first person view of himself walking through his door, closing it and then being ambushed by two men in black suits after getting his things settled in the living room. Once the vision ended, a gulp went down Tyson's throat. It wasn't often that his visions showed such malicious intent anymore. Something like this was straight out of a damn movie and he couldn't begin to know how bad it would be. What his vision didn't show him was that the men in suits weren't normal humans either, just like him.
Deciding on a course of action, Tyson slowly made his towards his apartment, number 36. As he approached it, everything looked normal. It wasn't kicked in or even broken in any way. The men must have gotten a key somehow. Testing the handle, the door was unlocked however. That meant confidence. Whoever the guys were, they were confident they could do whatever they wanted to do. Still thinking they were average humans, Tyson chuckled quietly to himself. These guys had no idea who they were dealing with was what he arrogantly thought. He walked into his home and closed the door softly behind him. He then made his way into the living room purposely, back turned to the other areas of the home. The two black-suited men stepped out of their hiding places, hands shoved in their pockets, and sporting nonchalant attitudes. Cocky bastards.
Tyson turned quickly. "Who the hell are you and how'd you get in my place?!" He asked angrily. The men only grinned.
"We already know you can see the future, boy. Not that it matters because resistance is futile. You should have run away." One of them menacingly replied. Tyson's eyes widened. How did these normal guys know he was a Watcher? It was completely impossible. Tyson didn't have close friends and made a point not to tell anybody about himself. Somehow, these guys knew about his ability though. Of course, they could have been bluffing.
"What are you talking about....see the future? Is this a sci-fi movie?" He retorted. The men chuckled.
"Nice sense of humor. However..." A vase hovered into the air next to the speaking man. Tyson's eyes widened again and one word ran into his mind; Mover. The vase shot towards Tyson to which he throw his duffle bag at it, causing it to break. "...We didn't come here to play around." The man finished. Tyson was instantly worried. He wasn't really a fighter by any means but, he'd defend himself if he needed too. Besides that, why in the hell was a mover coming after him? He wasn't important to anybody, or so he thought.
The Mover looked at the other suited man. "Hey, you know what? We're ahead of schedule. We've got a bit time. It said he takes some bullshit women's self defense class or something. Why don't you try him out?" The other suited man smiled and rubbed his knuckles. Tyson turned to him while keeping aware of the Mover. He didn't know what these guys wanted but, he only had thought in his mind. He didn't want to die, not like this.
"This guy seems to be normal, or maybe he's a sniff? In any case, I'll make short work of him then barrel out the window." Tyson thought. The other man was coming from the kitchen and there was a window on the wall over the sink. The Mover stood in place as the other suited man approached Tyson.
"Don't worry kid....this'll be quick and somewhat painless." He said confidently. In the end, this wasn't a movie, anime, or a book. This is was real life. There was no time for monologues and threats so as soon as he finished, Tyson rushed the man. It clearly took him by surprise but, he was ready. Tyson launched a full scale assault as a left jab, right cross, and left round kick shot towards the surprised suited man. He blocked the first two shots but his ribs burned as the kick sunk in deep. He didn't have time to mull over that though. Ferociously serious, Tyson didn't let up. The two men went back and forth, throwing all manner of punches and kicks and dodging and blocking each others attacks. At this point, it really did resemble some sort of martial arts flick. However, Tyson was successfully pushing the man back.
"This kid..." The man muttered as Tyson continued to shoot accurate punches into formidable blocks. Reaching behind him, the man pulled a knife from the counter and swung at the attacking Watcher. Tyson jumped back but his shirt still suffered a lengthy horizontal cut.
"Shit..." He mumbled as he changed his stance to an open palm one. The Mover grinned, still standing in the same spot. He wasn't worried in the slightest. To him, this was just a fun little detour. The Watcher would fall in the end was what he was thinking. He wouldn't be wrong about that assumption either. The man with the knife took the opportunity to lunge at Tyson as soon as he let up his attack. He began swinging wildly; horizontally, diagonally, and vertically, though they were all accurate slashes. This man was obviously trained. Tyson evaded the swipes until one came directed at his throat. He stepped to the side, grabbed the arm, and performed a disarm maneuver that ended up breaking the man's hand. The man screamed in pain as Tyson turned him around, delivered a knee to his sternum, and launched a right elbow that connected cleanly to his temple. The man stumbled back and hit the counter, his head bouncing off a hanging cabinet.
The Mover shook his head in disappointment as Tyson gunned it towards the window. The next thing he knew though, he was in the air and moving backwards violently. The last thing he remembered was a sharp pain through his skull and then darkness.
Tyson awoke abruptly to bright lights and beeping sounds. He didn't move instantly as he struggled to remember what happened before he got there. His memory was hazy but, he could remember getting thrown into a wall or maybe through it. Slowly sitting up, he noticed the machines monitoring his vital signs and the tubes connected to him. He pulled the needles out and swung his legs around to the ground. "What the hell...." He sighed as he rubbed the back his head. He looked around and was met with only white and hospital beds. Why the hell was he in a hospital? With that thought, he decided to induce a vision because maybe seeing the future would help him figure things out. He quickly found that he couldn't do it though, not with the sharp pain running through his head at the moment. He would have to wait until later when the pain subsided.
Standing up, Tyson quickly noticed he was fully dressed. What kind of hospital doesn't give you a gown? Besides that, he had on different clothes. Another white T-shirt but with dark blue jeans, more casual sneakers, and blue vest with a collar. Looking out at the beds, Tyson counted six other people and then he saw the girl, Chloe, awake. Thinking she may have something to do with this Tyson angrily approached her. "What the hell am I doing here, huh? Who are you and what is this!?" He demanded to know. If he had been thinking clearly, he would have known that Chloe probably didn't have any more info than he did on their current situation.