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[h2]Cameron[/h2]
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Laughter echoed the street as the young man in front of the store window broke out into laughter. There were a few televisions positioned in the window, broadcasting the news. He was dressed in expensive clothing and had a just as pricey pair of sunglasses hanging off the edge of his shirt. Cameron didn't bother covering his mouth as people stared at him with confusion written all over their faces. Some seemed a little fearful that he was insane and were hurrying their kids down the sidewalk. He turned with a haughty grin, finally composing himself. 

The sun was shining and the skies had been perfectly clear as it always had been for the past few weeks. All since the new weather girl gave the wrong weather report and ended up being exactly right.  It was if since then everything just was on a downward spiral from there, getting stranger and stranger. Cameron had watched the random storming outside with interest. The clear skies had taken a sudden charcoal color, darkening the world around them and leaving them all in its wrath. It had become even more interesting when the temperature reached the 80's and suddenly it snowed the next day. It was well known that global warming was a very possible thing but this was just nonsense. 

Cameron had known exactly what was happening. The very same day things had started going crazy with the weather, he had found himself waking up asleep on the table in the library. Anyone who knew Cameron knew that was the last place he'd ever go to. At first, Cameron assumed he had just gotten too drunk again and couldn't remember the stupid shit he did this time. It wasn't until later when he was thinking about grabbing some pizza for dinner at Joe's Pizzeria and his body was violently thrown into the nearby pizza restaurant. He had stumbled across the floor into the counter, making the chef wildly turn around with a gasp. Cameron had stood there, panting, completely thrown for a loop as noisy italian music loudly assaulted his ears. He took a moment to gather his thoughts, his pupils dilated, before he finally gave the man a charming smile and bought a pizza. 

On the way out, Cameron had considered being too drunk again but then when he started considering the possibility of popping in the back room and taking a ton of pizza boxes, it actually happened. However, it wasn't as smooth as he had imagined in it his head. He found himself stumbling into the tower of pizza boxes, the sudden heat of the kitchen overwhelming him. Cameron wasn't sure what had come over him but he was pretty sure at this point he had started thinking it was a dream. He ended up grabbing the entire tower of boxes and being thrown into his own kitchen. He dizzily staggered around until he could finally set the boxes on the kitchen table. "What the fuck..."He muttered, rubbing his head. It was so strange how the entire process would happen. All he had to do was imagine or will it and suddenly it felt like the Hulk had picked him up and viciously threw him into the place he was thinking of without any sudden noise. However, the delicious aroma of marinara sauce and cheesy goodness made him forget about it for a moment and he feasted on his pizza. 

It didn't take long for Cameron to figure out it was no dream and to figure out how to take advantage of this new ability he had been gifted with. Safe to say, he had not paid for food or alcohol in the last two weeks at all. He had even managed to steal his sister a gift. Cameron was feeling pretty good about himself to say the least. He felt like he was the only person in the world who could do something this cool. Then the weather started getting all crazy and the video of some chick shooting someone with lightning came out. It was obvious there were weird things happening with multiple people. 

Now Cameron knew for sure this was growing as he watched the news covering this clearly mutated man named Jace. He couldn't help but chuckle to himself again. He couldn't believe this. Things were finally going to get very interesting. For now, Cameron would take the role of the spectator but the screws in his brain were turning ever so rapidly.