"So,' Brand started, nodding his head, "I guess we're all going to crazyland." Lukas nodded in response, looking at the two of them. "I guess we better get moving or else we're going to miss the bus." He said, turning to the door and leaving first. After all, he did have to go the farthest. He ran down the street and took a turn. He didn't feel tired, maybe he really did have some sort of speed powers.
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"I'm going." Lukas said without a second thought. He lived with his mother. They left Germany because of his abusive father, and even though he was out of the picture his Mother didn't make living at home nice. He had a little brother, but he was a newborn when they moved so his mother put him up for adoption. So at the first chance that he could leave home, he was going to do it.
Brand sighed, rubbing the back of his neck. "I might go, too...I'm sure if I tell my dad that we're going to go camping or something he'd be fine with it." He answered, staring at the door where Samuel and Rick had left through.
Brand sighed, rubbing the back of his neck. "I might go, too...I'm sure if I tell my dad that we're going to go camping or something he'd be fine with it." He answered, staring at the door where Samuel and Rick had left through.
"That is on you, I'm not your babysitter, and I certainly am not your daddy." Rick replied. "I'll stick around town for one more hour. clean yourselves up, talk to your parents, pack a bag, and meet me at the coffee shop seeing as this one can't live without coffee." He explained, walking towards the door, Samuel following. "If you're not there in an hour, whatever happens next is on you." He said coldly before letting himself out of the house.
Samuel looked from the door to the others. "If you come with us, you will get used to his character. He is not as scary as he seems." He said before leaving.
Brand and Lukas stood there, taking in what just happened.
Samuel looked from the door to the others. "If you come with us, you will get used to his character. He is not as scary as he seems." He said before leaving.
Brand and Lukas stood there, taking in what just happened.
"It will not hurt." Samuel repeated as he did the same thing to Z as he did to Lukas. The only difference was that his eyes glowed black this time of round. He let go of her as the glow faded and looked at her with a head cocked to the left. "...I'm not quite sure what your's is. You are connected to a source of magic...but it is one I do not recognize. Perhaps black magic?"
"....Why are my eyes purple?" Brand asked as he continued to look into the mirror. Samuel jumped off the ground, and to Lukas's surprise, did not land back on the ground. He said in mid air and rose up to Brand's height. "My apologies." Samuel said as he lifted his hands and pressed them against Brand's ears. "...You have energy abilities, telekinetic powers to be exact." The little boy explained as the pink/purple glow faded from his eyes. He landed on the ground and walked back over to Rick, who had been quiet for the last few moments.
"As Samuel just said, I believe it will be beneficial to all of you to come with us. You were changed and you need to learn how to use your abilities before you accidently hurt someone."
"Why should we go with you?" Brand asked, not looking at either Rick or Samuel. "This morning I was just a normal, caffeine addicted teenager. Now I have powers? How did you even know that we were there at the blast?"
Samuel chuckled nervously. "I was on a mission, protecting the truck was my responsibility. I was following from the air and then, the one moment I should had kept my eye on it..." He looked at the ground, looking bashful. "But then the three of you were struck by the second blast, when the machine inside of the truck exploded. No one else was in the blast zone but you there. And I could tell from afar you no longer kept the usual human composition."
"....Why are my eyes purple?" Brand asked as he continued to look into the mirror. Samuel jumped off the ground, and to Lukas's surprise, did not land back on the ground. He said in mid air and rose up to Brand's height. "My apologies." Samuel said as he lifted his hands and pressed them against Brand's ears. "...You have energy abilities, telekinetic powers to be exact." The little boy explained as the pink/purple glow faded from his eyes. He landed on the ground and walked back over to Rick, who had been quiet for the last few moments.
"As Samuel just said, I believe it will be beneficial to all of you to come with us. You were changed and you need to learn how to use your abilities before you accidently hurt someone."
"Why should we go with you?" Brand asked, not looking at either Rick or Samuel. "This morning I was just a normal, caffeine addicted teenager. Now I have powers? How did you even know that we were there at the blast?"
Samuel chuckled nervously. "I was on a mission, protecting the truck was my responsibility. I was following from the air and then, the one moment I should had kept my eye on it..." He looked at the ground, looking bashful. "But then the three of you were struck by the second blast, when the machine inside of the truck exploded. No one else was in the blast zone but you there. And I could tell from afar you no longer kept the usual human composition."
"Please, I do not understand the question?" Samuel replied, tilting his head. Brand changed the subject. "So what's this kid going to do to help us besides heal Z's ankle." Samuel frowned, turning to Lukas. "Do you mind if I touch your-" He paused, tapping his forehead.
"Head." Rick filled in. Lukas raised an eyebrow but shook his head. "Sure, go ahead?" He answered, making a pun on purpose. Brand rolled his eyes, looking at the wall which had a mirror. Jeez, he looked like a mess. He walked over to the mirror to try to whip some of the black stuff off of his face.
Samuel took a couple cautious stepped forward towards Lukas before putting a hand over each of his ears. "You might feel a warm sensation, this will not hurt." He assured him before closing his eyes. "In order for me to read someone, I must be in physical contact with them in someway." He explained, opening glowing golden eyes. "...Speed..." He whispered before the glowing stopped and he stepped away. "Speed abilities." The little boy turned to Z. "Do you mind?" He asked, holding his hands up.
"Head." Rick filled in. Lukas raised an eyebrow but shook his head. "Sure, go ahead?" He answered, making a pun on purpose. Brand rolled his eyes, looking at the wall which had a mirror. Jeez, he looked like a mess. He walked over to the mirror to try to whip some of the black stuff off of his face.
Samuel took a couple cautious stepped forward towards Lukas before putting a hand over each of his ears. "You might feel a warm sensation, this will not hurt." He assured him before closing his eyes. "In order for me to read someone, I must be in physical contact with them in someway." He explained, opening glowing golden eyes. "...Speed..." He whispered before the glowing stopped and he stepped away. "Speed abilities." The little boy turned to Z. "Do you mind?" He asked, holding his hands up.
"Top secret and none of your business, missy." Rick replied simply. "All you need to know if that I can help you with what's going on inside of you, and I'm not talking about what's up in here if any of the three of you even have something up here." He answered coolly, tapping his temple. Brand already didn't like this guy.
"So, you can tell me why it seemed like everything stopped moving around me right after the blast?" Rick shook his head. "No, but he can." He replied simply, looking to the little boy. "Introduce yourself." He ordered.
The little boy giggled, turning to the others. "My name is Samuel Santos, but you may or may not know me by whom I am known as, Chiron!" He cried, his hands behind his back as he stood up. "I am from space, but now I live on Earth. I have healing abilities. Other gifts I have obtained are knowledge of poisons and medicines, the ability to know what is medically wrong with someone, telepathy, telekinesis, minor shapeshifting, and the ability to read someone's physiology." Samuel explained, looking around the room. "That last ability, in simpler terms, is I can the 'read people'." He quoted.
"He also has a connection to magic." Rick explained, taking a step forward and putting his hand on Samuel's shoulder. "And don't be scared of his telepathy, he doesn't use it." Samuel was wearing khaki shorts, blue sandals, and a white t shirt with a single blue pocket. He also wore a turquoise wristband. His skin was significantly lighter than Rick's at a light tan. His blue eyes were huge. He had a mop of dark curls that was shorter on the side to outline the longer bit on top of his head that reminded Lukas of a mohawk. Brand, who was standing behind them, noticed that Chiron had two little braids, no longer than a chapstick, peeking out underneath his mohawk.
"Doesn't Chiron have tattoos?" Lukas asked, tilting his head. Samuel giggled. "That is where my shapeshifting comes in. I can change my appearance in minor ways, because I do not wish to spend much time practicing that ability. I feel that my healing abilities require more attention."
"So, you can tell me why it seemed like everything stopped moving around me right after the blast?" Rick shook his head. "No, but he can." He replied simply, looking to the little boy. "Introduce yourself." He ordered.
The little boy giggled, turning to the others. "My name is Samuel Santos, but you may or may not know me by whom I am known as, Chiron!" He cried, his hands behind his back as he stood up. "I am from space, but now I live on Earth. I have healing abilities. Other gifts I have obtained are knowledge of poisons and medicines, the ability to know what is medically wrong with someone, telepathy, telekinesis, minor shapeshifting, and the ability to read someone's physiology." Samuel explained, looking around the room. "That last ability, in simpler terms, is I can the 'read people'." He quoted.
"He also has a connection to magic." Rick explained, taking a step forward and putting his hand on Samuel's shoulder. "And don't be scared of his telepathy, he doesn't use it." Samuel was wearing khaki shorts, blue sandals, and a white t shirt with a single blue pocket. He also wore a turquoise wristband. His skin was significantly lighter than Rick's at a light tan. His blue eyes were huge. He had a mop of dark curls that was shorter on the side to outline the longer bit on top of his head that reminded Lukas of a mohawk. Brand, who was standing behind them, noticed that Chiron had two little braids, no longer than a chapstick, peeking out underneath his mohawk.
"Doesn't Chiron have tattoos?" Lukas asked, tilting his head. Samuel giggled. "That is where my shapeshifting comes in. I can change my appearance in minor ways, because I do not wish to spend much time practicing that ability. I feel that my healing abilities require more attention."
The little kid wasn't even looking at Z because he was concentrating so hard. Lukas watched the kid. "She asked you what you are doing." He said, maybe a little more dangerously than he meant. "Oh!" The kid replied, looking up with a big smile. "I am repairing your friend's joint." He chirped, getting up as the glowing died down. "You do not require those..." He gestured to her crutches.
"Crutches." The man said for the little boy. "English isn't his first language. We are still working on his vocabulary." The man stood at 6 foot three inches. He had a very nicely shaped face with a but cut bit of a beard. He didn't have too much hair atop of his head. His skin was a mocha color. He had thick, dark eyebrows.
"What are you doing in my house? I'm going to call the cops!" Brand threatened, beginning to leave the room. This was crazy!
"That's not going to do anything, I'm with the cops, and the government." Lukas was surprised at his answer. Didn't people from the government wear suits all the time? This guy was wearing a blue muscle shirt, shorts, and flip flops. He looked like he was on vacation. "My name is Rick Bolstard, and someone blew my truck up. Now you guys have a problem that I can help with."
"Crutches." The man said for the little boy. "English isn't his first language. We are still working on his vocabulary." The man stood at 6 foot three inches. He had a very nicely shaped face with a but cut bit of a beard. He didn't have too much hair atop of his head. His skin was a mocha color. He had thick, dark eyebrows.
"What are you doing in my house? I'm going to call the cops!" Brand threatened, beginning to leave the room. This was crazy!
"That's not going to do anything, I'm with the cops, and the government." Lukas was surprised at his answer. Didn't people from the government wear suits all the time? This guy was wearing a blue muscle shirt, shorts, and flip flops. He looked like he was on vacation. "My name is Rick Bolstard, and someone blew my truck up. Now you guys have a problem that I can help with."
Lukas jumped when Z grabbed his wrist, but he sat down with her, watching Brand reluctantly open the door.
"Can I help you?" Brand asked, trying to keep his eyes off of Z and Lukas. "Not to be rude or anything, but if it's not super important come back later. Unless you're jehovah's witnesses, then don't bother coming back later."
The little boy tugged that the man's pant leg, looking up at him. The man stared Brand down, making the teen rather important. "Trust me, it's important." He answered, walking past Brand and into the house.
"Hey! What the hell are you doing!?" Brand snapped as the man shoved past him. The little boy look at the graduated senior with an apologetic look. "My sincerest apologies, Mr. Newell!" He cried before toddling after the man. His big eyes landed on Z. "I knew she was injured!" he cried before hobbling over to her and getting down on his knees. Lukas picked his feet off of the ground, making a noise of surprise as he watched the child reach his hands out over Z's injured ankle. He made the same noise again but with even more alarm as the little' boys hands began to glow.
"Can I help you?" Brand asked, trying to keep his eyes off of Z and Lukas. "Not to be rude or anything, but if it's not super important come back later. Unless you're jehovah's witnesses, then don't bother coming back later."
The little boy tugged that the man's pant leg, looking up at him. The man stared Brand down, making the teen rather important. "Trust me, it's important." He answered, walking past Brand and into the house.
"Hey! What the hell are you doing!?" Brand snapped as the man shoved past him. The little boy look at the graduated senior with an apologetic look. "My sincerest apologies, Mr. Newell!" He cried before toddling after the man. His big eyes landed on Z. "I knew she was injured!" he cried before hobbling over to her and getting down on his knees. Lukas picked his feet off of the ground, making a noise of surprise as he watched the child reach his hands out over Z's injured ankle. He made the same noise again but with even more alarm as the little' boys hands began to glow.
Both Lukas and Brand jumped to their feet. "Hey, what's wrong?" Brand asked as the two came over to her. Lukas looked at where Z had been staring. "Cursed? I don't think so. Not from a science truck. Whatever you're seeing," He said, turning back to her, "it's not real. Nothing is going to hurt you." His heart beat started to race with anxiety. "It's going to be okay." The german boy said. Suddenly, there was a knock at the door. Both boys looked up. "Expecting company, Brand?"
"N-No." Brand spurred out, walking over to the door. He peeked out the peek-hole, seeing that there were two people outside of the door. One was a really tall, black man, the other was a little hispanic-looking boy with very big blue eyes. The little boy looked familiar for some reason."I have no idea who these people are...I guess I can't just leave them standing there?"
"They couldn't pick a better time to drop by, whoever they are." Lukas muttered. What. A. Day.
"N-No." Brand spurred out, walking over to the door. He peeked out the peek-hole, seeing that there were two people outside of the door. One was a really tall, black man, the other was a little hispanic-looking boy with very big blue eyes. The little boy looked familiar for some reason."I have no idea who these people are...I guess I can't just leave them standing there?"
"They couldn't pick a better time to drop by, whoever they are." Lukas muttered. What. A. Day.
Brand threw himself down on the couch, leaning back against it as he crossed his arms. "Well, I guess I'm the only one didn't see something. Man, I want coffee." He grouched, thinking about this. "But I don't feel...right. You know?"
Lukas nodded. "Yeah, I feel weird too...tingly, almost." His fingers combed through his golden spikes. "I really don't know how to explain it, and that's not the language thing talking. I just feel laggy?"
"That glowing blast definitely did something to us. Maybe we just need to figure it out? Or maybe we just are imagining it..." Brand thought aloud, standing up. "It's too quiet in here, I'm turning the TV on." He muttered, grabbing the clicker and flipping the television on. It was on the News, the channel his father usually left it on. The story's title was The Bluebird Prevents Another Serious Accident. It showed clips of Roselake's resident superhero spreading her famous black and blue 14-foot wingspan and swooping out to catch a couple of kids who had fallen off of Roselake's tallest bridge before they hit the icy ocean waters.
"I feel silly asking this," Lukas muttered, looking from the screen to Z and Brand, "but you don't think we got powers or something? Like what Bluebird and other superheroes have?"
Lukas nodded. "Yeah, I feel weird too...tingly, almost." His fingers combed through his golden spikes. "I really don't know how to explain it, and that's not the language thing talking. I just feel laggy?"
"That glowing blast definitely did something to us. Maybe we just need to figure it out? Or maybe we just are imagining it..." Brand thought aloud, standing up. "It's too quiet in here, I'm turning the TV on." He muttered, grabbing the clicker and flipping the television on. It was on the News, the channel his father usually left it on. The story's title was The Bluebird Prevents Another Serious Accident. It showed clips of Roselake's resident superhero spreading her famous black and blue 14-foot wingspan and swooping out to catch a couple of kids who had fallen off of Roselake's tallest bridge before they hit the icy ocean waters.
"I feel silly asking this," Lukas muttered, looking from the screen to Z and Brand, "but you don't think we got powers or something? Like what Bluebird and other superheroes have?"
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