Generic Genetic Mutation Story

[Psycho Bugler]

This is obviously a take off of X-Men, and Heroes, but I don't quite care. Hopefully, it can be written better than whatever the hell they're doing at NBC.

Anyways, I thought I'd contribute my stuff to this section, too, seeing as only a few people have stories posted. I'll only continue if people actually take an interest after the first two or three chapters.


Chapter 1: Genesis to Exodus

Oak Harbor, Washington:

Light leaked out a door left slightly ajar into a hallway. Past the open wooden barrier, was a teen asleep on his keyboard with his long dirty blonde hair slipping into the cracks between the keys and obscuring his eye with headphones left over his ears. There was a faint buzz of what could almost be interpreted as music standing out above the sounds of the monitors and computers in his room; none of them were plugged into an outlet. Instead, the power cords were all taped to his calves.

His monitor flashed out of its screensaver which was a slideshow of his favorite bands in live performances or their album covers. On the screen was a notice in the bottom right corner of the screen alerting him of a new message.

The teen’s eyes opened and his dark brown eyes looked through his hair and glasses at the computer mouse a few inches away from his face. He grunted and lifted his head, brushing his long dark blonde hair out of his face to wipe his eyes of the notorious sleep residue before popping his thumbs as he reached for his mouse and clicked on the alert. Immediately, it directed him to a new window with an e-mail message displayed.

The teen looked at it for a moment and blinked sporadically, trying to interpret it. He looked again and began to wonder who might have actually sent it.

The only words in the message were: “David, we must speak.”

The reader, David, had no clue whose return address it was as it only read XXXXX and his hair stood up. No one ever tried to talk to him seeing as he was the weird kid at school. He clicked the reply button and typed in: “Who are you and what do you want?” and he pressed send, only realizing what he had actually typed after he sent it.

He waited only two seconds before another message alert appeared in the corner. Clicking it, there was a reply from the same person XXXXX reading: “You will learn who I am soon enough. Don’t worry.”

David had no choice to wait now. He closed the window and stood up to get some water. As he left the room, everything turned off.


Bedford, Massachusetts

“Hanson, would you please pay attention!”

A desk shuddered in the back of a class room where a student was sitting. He looked up at the balding middle-aged teacher who shouted at him and rubbed his forehead.

“Sorry, Mr. Jackson,” said the boy.

“Apologies, won’t cut it, Sam,” he nagged again. “As of now, you’re most likely failing this class and sleeping won’t exactly help.”

“I wasn’t sleeping, sir,” David retorted.

“If that’s the case, then come up here and show me that you know how to find the volume of this integral on the board,” Jackson barked at him. All eyes were fixed on Sam.

Sam pushed his short pencil thing body out of the desk and strode to the board past a triad of giggling girls, clumsily taking the marker from Jackson and began to solve the function, trying to remember pi to the most places as he could. After a quick 30 seconds of scribbling, Sam slammed the marker down onto the board and drifted back to his seat without a word to Mr. Jackson.

As Sam passed through the row back to his seat, he heard the scribbling of pencils flying across the paper throughout the room; everyone trying to get down Sam’s steps and work before Jackson found an excuse to find it flawed.

“Well, you found the answer alright, but your work is wrong,” Jackson began, erasing everything Sam wrote.

“Says you,” Sam muttered and he leaned back in his desk and popped his back, fingers and neck before craning around to see the clock. His final period was about to end before he could finally go home.

Riiing. Riiing.

Everyone routinely stood up as they packed their books, notes and calculators away and left the hellish calculus room.

“Dude, I never would have thought to make that my U function,” mentioned a student leaving the room with Sam.

“I could have sworn you were asleep, Sam,” said a girl passing him, gazing past into his brilliant green eyes.

“I never sleep,” said Sam quietly so that no one could hear him.


Rapid City, South Dakota

“Paper or plastic?” asked a girl with long brunette hair with the name Shanna on her name tag. She was standing at a cashier register in a store ringing up the bill for a particularly larger man.

“Plastic’s fine,” he muttered and then whispered, “shit for brains working at a gas station. I bet I could get her in bed just fine.”

Shanna stopped bagging and looked him dead in the face with a deathly stare and the man’s smirk vanished.

“You heard that?” he asked, bewildered. “I whispered that!”

“Yeah, I did hear it, now get out of this store now before my manager comes in,” she said.

“Can you finish bagging my stuff first?” he asked. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean anything by it.”

“That’s what they all say,” she spat as she slammed the rest of the man’s purchase into the bags and then slammed them down on the counter. “That’ll be $23.87.”

The man fumbled through his wallet and handed her a $50 and he grabbed the bags and ran.

“Do you want your change?” Shanna called out the door.

“No, keep the change!” he yelled back. A car door slammed and his car reversed out of the parking lot and Shanna heard it drive off.

She sighed, wondering when she’d be able to make use of her accounting degree instead of being a cashier at a lousy gas station.


San Diego, California:

“Hey, Meng, let me see your work,” said a tall, burly teen wearing a red and white letterman jacket with his hands on a desk belonging to a Chinese girl.

“No, Dwayne, do it yourself,” she replied, scribbling some more notes onto a notebook.

“Come on, just a little. I’ll make it up to you, Meng,” Dwayne added, turning to look at his friends who were all laughing at his approach to the girl.

The girl named Meng slammed her notebook shut and stared forward.

“For starters, Dwayne, you could start calling me Xian-lun or if that’s too complicated, Xian will do just fine,” she hissed.

“Ha. Don’t bet on it, chink,” Dwayne sniggered.

“That’s it,” she yelled.
She jumped out of her chair and spun around and held her hands together in a strange fashion resembling a jutsu; her lips were twitching as if she was whispering something very fast.

Everyone turned to her and Dwayne took a step forward to push her back down into her seat, but Xian’s hands flashed at his chest and he flew back towards the other side of the room, knocking a few of his friends over with him.

Dwayne hit the wall and bounced to the floor. He pushed himself up to look at Xian, but she had dashed out of the room before he even hit the wall.


Chicago, Illinois

A tall, gaunt man stood and gazed out at the city below him at a window of a luxurious apartment suite that loomed over Chicago with his hands folded behind his back.

“Gabriel, I think it’s time for you to take responsibility in the Caprice family,” said a rounded balding man behind him sitting in a red leather arm chair.

The man at the window turned around to face the man in the chair.
“Dad, I don’t want to run drugs and shoot people for the rest of my life,” Gabriel replied.

“Son,” began the man, standing up and walking to the window to put his arm around Gabriel and used the other hand to point to the rest of the city, epically. “This entire city could be yours someday.”

“I’d prefer a city not corrupt with people like you,” Gabriel replied, pushing his father away.

“I do this for the money and for you!” he shouted.

“Gabriel!” shouted a new voice.

A stately woman with hair tied eloquently up in a bun glided over to Gabriel and shook her finger at him.

“Don’t you talk to your father like that,” she said in a stern voice.

“But mom, he wants to control my future,” Gabriel argued. “It was you yourself not to let anyone tell me what to do.”

She sighed. “Okay, I’ll give you that, but what you said was uncalled for,” she added.

“So now you’re taking his side?!” yelled Gabriel’s father.

“I’m not taking sides, Don,” she said.

“Yes you are. It’ll be your fault if this family goes out of business,” Mr. Caprice yelled at her.

“Leave her out of this!” Gabriel shouted.

Mr. Caprice pulled out a pistol from his suit pocket and pointed it at Gabriel.

“No son of mine shall betray me!” he spat and pulled the trigger as Mrs. Caprice jumped in the way. She landed on the Persian rug and blood began to spread out from her corpse.

Gabriel screamed out in despair and put her arms around her mother. Gabriel wanted to be angry, but instead of rage, he felt pity; pity for his father and sadness for his mother. Gabriel picked her up and stroked her hair which had fallen from its bun. He was glad he got to love his mother just once and for that, he forgave his father.

There was a sudden flash of bright light that resonated from Gabriel and her corpse and Gabriel then felt breath on his face and a pulse in her neck.

He picked her up and put her down on the couch next to the window and faced his father.

“She’s breathing and has a pulse, but she’s unconscious and will probably stay that way for a while,” said Gabriel. He took the bullet and tossed to the floor at Mr. Caprice’s feet. “I suggest making a good excuse why there’s blood all over mom and the floor and why your gun was just fired with your fingerprints all over it.”

Mr. Caprice was speechless and his face was ghostly white.

“What are you?” he whispered in fear.

“I’m calling an ambulance,” said Gabriel as he pulled a cell phone out of his pocket, not paying attention to his father. “She needs help.”

“Put that phone down!” Mr. Caprice shrieked.

Gabriel began to push buttons and then Mr. Caprice pulled the trigger again. A shot was fired, but it missed and cracked the window behind him. He shot four more and each shot missed Gabriel and the window shattered. Mr. Caprice ran at Gabriel screaming and pushed him out of the broken window. Gabriel plummeted downward and before he could stop himself, brilliant white wings sprouted from his back, tearing off his shirt. Gabriel’s wings began flapping as if they’d always been there and he looked up to his murderous father, who stood there speechless and in shock, before Gabriel soared away into the distance.


Detroit, Michigan

“And the 100 meter dash is about to begin!” boomed the speakers around the stadium at a high school track meet.

The sprinters took their marks on the coarse rubber track and contorted their bodies into their starting stance. The pistol went off and the sprinters exploded from their starting positions. Within the first second, the dark skinned Devante Newman was already three lengths ahead of the others. The seconds went by quickly and Devante, as usual, ripped the tape first.

“And finishing first is senior Devante Newman with 9.94 seconds,” announced the speakers again.

Devante walked away from the track and went to lay down next to his friends on the field, not even panting.

“D-man, you need to start taking it seriously,” said Devante’s friend, Jill Roberts, who was putting her long red hair up into a bun.

“I thought your hair was blonde this morning,” said Devante before addressing her question as he sat down.

“I changed it,” she said with a grin. “And don’t change the subject!” she snapped.

“What do you think that just was?” Devante asked, pointing at the track.

“I’m just saying that you’ve been blessed with a gift and you should use it,” Jill added, putting her head back down on her boyfriend Jason’s chest.

“I’m gonna have to agree with Jill on this one, Dev,” sighed Jason.

“You’ve seen the crazy shit I can do,” said Devante. “If I try too hard and break Olympic records then people will start asking questions.”

“Wouldn’t you like the fame?” Jason asked.

“Only if I can do it fairly,” said Devante.

“What you have on your side naturally is fair,” Jill urged. “Kind of like what I have.”

“If you’re talking about that strange ability for you to change abilities based on the dream you had the night before, then I don’t want to hear anything about it,” Devante muttered.

“I do,” said Jason with a smirk. “What kind of powers have you had?”

“Well,” began Jill. “When I didn’t focus on something the night before, I’ve been able to have orgasms out of nowhere-that was fun, to shoot mind bullets, to change the proteins of my hair, have other people have orgasms-that was really fun, too. This list goes on.”

“Dang,” said Devante. “I’m glad I don’t have to worry about that stuff. Can you prevent your periods?”

“I did once, and everyone thought I was pregnant,” said Jill.

“Oh, god. I remember that one,” Jason added. “That was hell, because everyone thought I knocked you up and we had only been dating for a few weeks.”

“Haha, yeah my mom wanted to kill you,” Jill snickered. “Oh shit! My mile’s up. Have fun," she said and the hair tie fell out and her hair went back to being an inch long.”

“She’s got to stop doing that,” said Devante. “Someone’s gonna notice one of these days.”

“Ah well. I’ll just blast their asses with a convex ray,” said Jason, melting the guy’s shoes next to him with a laser beam from his finger tip.

“Dude!” hissed Devante. “Would you quit that?”

“You’re so pissy,” said Jason. “I wonder if Jill’s periods went to you instead.”

“Har, har,” Devante murmured. “Fricking idiot.”

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So tell me what you think. Critique it, compliment it, hate it, have fantasies to it, whatever. Any feedback if you actually read it would be VERY appreciated.

[Psycho Bugler]

Chapter 2: Fight and Flight

Oak Harbor, Washington

“Did you hear about that guy in Chicago?” asked David’s acquaintance, Jerome, at lunch, who quickly slid into the bench at the table.

“What guy in Chicago?” said David, not looking up from his food.

“Apparently, this dude bust a cap in his mom, and then the father pushed him out of their umpteenth story window. Get this. Then the guy says that his son grew wings and flew away and there were reported eye-witnesses of the event, too,” said Jerome in one long breath.

“Probably an organized hoax,” said David, who began reading a book next to his food.

“Wait. There’s more. The mother had blood all over her-her own blood, too-but didn’t have a single thing wrong with her. She was just in a coma for a little while,” said Jerome and then he leaned back in his chair, expecting someone to pretend to be impressed. No one at their table noticed.

“Well?” he said again.

“Like I said, probably a hoax,” said David again.

“I think you’re wrong,” said Jerome.

“About what?” David asked.

“The shit that’s been going on lately,” Jerome told him, grabbing a stack of magazines from his man purse. “Honestly, I can feel something strange happening.”

“We can all feel strange stuff happening, Jerome,” said David’s other friend, Shelby who was sitting a few seats down from David.

“Yeah, well, I just have a knack for feeling strange shit,” Jerome spat quickly.

“It’s kind of weird that you can determine and feel shit that is strange,” said Matt, Shelby’s boyfriend.

Jerome sighed, heavily and angrily.

“You guys suck!” he yelled and with that he got up and walked away.

The table watched him walk out of the cafeteria before resuming with their meals.

“What’s his problem?” David asked.

“He just wants attention,” said Shelby.

“It’s been that way since preschool,” said Matt. “Always making a big deal of random crap.”

David noticed Shelby looking down.

“You alright, Shel?” David asked, leaning forward to try to get a glimpse of her blue eyes. “You don’t look too good.”

“It’s just that I saw a video of what he was talking about,” Shelby whispered. “It wasn’t released to the news and it was posted online instead.” She paused. “He seriously looked like an angel.”

“Was his hair nicer than mine?” asked David, still eating his food without looking up.

Shelby laughed a little. It was known that David had some of the nicest hair ever and not just for a guy.

“I couldn’t tell, but his wings were gorgeous,” she replied, looking up dreamily as if wishing to look through the ceiling and see him flying above.

“Sounds like a total queer,” giggled Matt.

Ring. Ring.

“Feck, that’s the bell,” said Shelby, grabbing her bags.

“Dammit, I didn’t get to finish lunch again,” said David, boxing it up and slipping it into his backpack.

“Eat faster,” said Matt, tossing his paper bag into the garbage like a basketball.

“Pig,” David muttered.

Then David’s phone rang in is right pocket. He remembered that he turned it off. He checked the number and it read XXXXXX. Hesitant, David flipped it open, pressed SEND and put it to his ear.

“David, I know what you’re afraid of,” said a woman’s voice.

“Who is this? Who are you?” David asked, as he left the cafeteria and walked towards his next classroom.

“Who I am is not important,” she replied. “But for now, you can just call me Theta. I speak on behalf of the Ventriloquist.”

“The who?” David asked, wondering who the hell she could be talking about.

“The Ventriloquist,” said Theta. “He is our leader.”

“What leader?” said David, a little confused. “What do you want from me?”

“We don’t want anything from you,” she said. “It’s what you want from us.”

“I have no idea who you are,” said David, and he flipped the phone shut. It rang again and answered itself on speaker.

“I wouldn’t do that if I were you, David,” said Theta..

“David, what the hell are you doing?!” hissed Shelby.

David flipped open the phone and turned it off speaker.

“Why do you keep trying to contact me?” said David.

“Because later today, a group of revolutionaries will attempt to kidnap you,” said Theta. “This is a warning.”

“What? Who?” David was speechless for a moment.

“Mr. Ward, please put your cell phone away,” said the teacher at the front of the classroom.

“Hold on a second, sir,” said David. “Okay, Theta. What is this?”

“You realize what you are, correct?” she asked.

“Yes, I’m a freak and can electrocute people,” said David.

“People like you who have honed their abilities want your po-“

Before David could finish talking to her, his teacher took the phone from his ear.

“I’m sorry, but you’ll have to finish your conversation another time, Mr. Ward,” said the balding teacher.

The phone rang again.

“Damn electronics,” he said as he turned it off.

It rang again.

“I swore I turned this off,” he said and he took out the battery.

Then it rang again.

“What the hell?” shrieked the teacher. Everyone’s head was turned to them. “David, is this one of those trick phones?”

“No, sir,” said David.

“I’ll just hold onto this, then. You can have it back at the end of class,” he said.

The cell phone was in the desk ringing all period; something that no one got accustomed to. Just when everyone was starting to get used to the incessant ringing, it stopped just before class ended

When the bell rang, David jumped up and ran to the front desk.

“May I have my phone back?” he slurred quickly.

“Yes, you may,” the teacher replied, afraid to touch it. “Come get this thing,” he said as he pulled the drawer out all the way.

David reached across the desk and grabbed it out of the clutter of condoms and other strange objects, and without a word more, he ran out of the class room to his last class of the day. He pressed redial and through the ear piece came, “I’m sorry, the number you have dialed is not available. Please hang up and try your call again.”

“Shit,” said David emphatically causing a freshman to hop out of the way.

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Somewhere in the Montana Rockies

“Did you get a hold of him, Jess?” asked a man sitting on a high chair.

“Yes, Doctor McConley,” replied a woman with long red hair holding a cell phone in her hand. “However, he was skeptical about what I was telling him.”

The two were sitting in a circular room surrounded with computers on desks with about 16 chairs and four doors at each cardinal point on the circumference.

“Get Newton, Samson and Wig up here. I’ll be sending them,” said Dr. McConley. “I don’t want them to get a hold of this one. Fortunately, they don’t know what he can do.”

“Yes, Doctor,” replied Jess. She walked to a microphone hooked up to an intercom and spoke into it and her voice resonated around the room. “Samson, Paul, Jenna. Dr. McConley wants to see you.”

She turned from the microphone and sat down in a swivel chair at one of the desks.

“Do you think that he’ll be able to fend them off until they get there?” Jessica asked.

“I hope so,” replied McConley. “I can tell even from this distance that he has a strong will.”

“What about the others we’ve discovered?” he asked.

“I don’t want to take them from their lives just yet,” he said, concerningly. “If they can live decent lives without exposing their powers, then good on them.”

“I understand, Doctor,” said Jess. Just then, the door opened and in came two men and a woman.

The first was a middle heighted man with a slight build with medium length light brown hair. The second was tall, very muscular and had long brown hair in a ponytail reaching down to his back with a bandana wrapped around his cranium. The woman was slender with a gaunt stately face and long dazzlingly white blonde hair extending down to knees.

“What is it Doctor?” asked the first man, taking a seat in a chair and crossing his legs.

“I need you three to go to Oak Harbor, Washington,” said McConley. “There, you’ll find a boy who has electric based abilities. However, I don’t know his full potential. He turned to the first man. “Newton, I’ll have you in charge of Samson and Wig.”

The long-haired man snickered.

“What is it, Samson?” asked McConley.

“You can read my mind, Doctor,” he replied in a deep gruff voice. “You should be able to tell.”

“Don’t test me,” McConley hissed.

“Why not?” Samson retorted. “You test us all the time.”

McConley smiled.

“As usual, you speak too quickly,” said McConley. “Make haste. I fear your opposition is already on the move.”

Samson hopped up.

“Well what are we waiting for?” he asked. “Should we take the car or the jet?” he asked.

“Use the jet,” said Jess. “I’ll control it from here.”

Samson sighed. “I hate it when this happens. If women can’t drive cars what makes them think they can fly a jet that they’re not in.”

Jess gasped, appalled at Samson’s display of sexism.

“Hurry up,” urged McConley. “We can’t afford to lose this one.”

“Gotcha, Doc,” said Newton, getting up. “I’ll let you know hot it goes, Jess.”

“I’ll be able to hack into the whatever security system I need to so you won’t have to,” she said.

“I feel sorry for the man you marry someday,” said Samson.

Jess gaped at them as he ran out the door with Jenna and Newton right behind him.

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Oak Harbor, Washington

“Josh, would you quit looking at that surge protector and come here?” David yelled from down the aisle.

He, Matt, Shelby and Josh were currently in Wal-Mart just screwing around.

“Just because you can somehow plug 100 electrical appliances into your room doesn’t mean you have to yell at me for being interested in a surge protector!” yelled the blonde person David shouted at.

“Says you,” said David.

“Check out this graphics card!” said Shelby.

The other three rushed over to her and looked over her shoulder.

“That’s sick,” said Matt.

“Too bad it’s a hundred bucks,” said Josh.

“I can get it for free,” said David.

“What? How?” Josh, Matt and Shelby asked together.

“Just watch,” said David.

He grabbed the graphics card and put into his sweatshirt pocket.

“Dude, what are you doing?” asked Matt.

“Don’t worry,” said David with his hands up and slight smile. “I got this.”

He walked through the rest of the store and towards the exit with Matt, Shelby and Josh right behind him. He nodded his head politely at a security guard who nodded back and he walked through the theft alarm and snapped his fingers; it didn’t go off. Once out of sight from the guard, he looked back at his friends and put his thumbs up with a smug. They didn’t seem excited at all. Instead, their faces were pale and looking at something above David’s head.

“That was pretty slick, son,” said a smooth, cold voice behind him.

David spun around and saw a tall man wearing a zoot suit, fedora style hat and a trench coat, flicking a zippo lighter open and shut; its flame was rather high.

“Can I help you?” David asked.

“Yes, you can come with me,” he said.

“Sorry, my mom told me not to talk to strangers,” said David trying to walk past him, but he put his hand out and grabbed him by the shoulder.

“Going somewhere?” he asked, while still flipping the Zippo on and off with his other hand.

“I don’t want your drugs,” said David, trying to shake away from the man’s hand.

The man laughed. “You don’t quite understand. I don’t want to sell you drugs.”

“Then let me go,” said David who began to pop his knuckles.

“You’re coming with me, son, whether you like it or not,” he said.

“I kind of have things to do so maybe some other time,” said David, trying to take another step.

“We can either do this the easy way or the-“

“Let him go,” said Shelby who appeared right in front of the man.

“Or what?” he asked. “Is that a poor attempt at a threat?”

“Let him go, dammit. He doesn’t want your fucking drugs,” said Josh.

“That’s more like it,” said the man. “But Mr. Ward and I have an engagement that I wouldn’t like to miss.” He turned around and dragged David by the shoulder with him.

“That’s it!” said Matt. He ran at him and brought his hand back in a punch, but the man flipped around and from his Zippo came a thin flame that caught Matt’s jacket.

David’s hands shot to the man’s fingers on his shoulder and he let loose all static build up in his body into the man who let go and jumped backward, swearing madly. David then jumped at Matt and threw him to the ground and rolled him over before standing up and facing the deranged man who was snarling while sucking and gnawing on his hand.

“Get out of here,” said David over his shoulder.

“What?” said Josh.

“I said get out of here,” David repeated.

“Playing the hero, Ward?” said the man, flicking his lighter once again.

“Shelby, let’s go,” said Matt who got up from the ground. He grabbed Josh’s elbow and Shelby’s hand and pulled them away from the standoff.

“No one fucks with my friends,” said David, popping his neck.

The man smirked and moved at him. David pulled a switchblade from his back pocket and flipped it open and jabbed at him, but the man, with one finger, stopped the blade, bent it and jabbed him with the other hand. David went flying backwards into the store and onto his back as onlookers were finally starting to notice the events taking place in the entryway. He looked up and saw the gangster dressed man waving his hand around in the air. A Japanese woman appeared behind him with black hair tied into a bun behind her head with her eyes closed and when she opened them, a man with a black leather trench coat on all fours and a scruffy thin beard, a man with stoner shades covered by untidy hair and wearing a tattered hoodie and jeans, and a black man with cornrows and expensive sunglasses with pants and faded gray jeans both a few sizes to large all decked out with a few pounds of bling around his fingers and neck.

“Get him,” said the man in the zoot suit.

The stoner rushed forward immediately and from his fingers shot a strange substance at the floor that David just barely managed to roll away from before attempting to get up, but his sweatshirt had got caught in it. He quickly slid out of it and ran down the store with shoppers in a panic, running for the emergency exits.

“Oh, bollocks,” said the stoner. “This is one of those damn athletic wankers, isn’t it…” he muttered with a British accent.

“Cerberus,” said the zoot suited man.

“I’ll get him,” growled the man crouching on all fours. He leapt forward and dashed through the store with his arms doing most of the work and quickly caught up to David who had found himself right next to the hygiene section.

David turned around and shot lighting from his hands at Cerberus who was in mid leap at David. Cerberus attempted to dodge, but got hit in the shoulder. Cerberus hit the ground and then opened his mouth wide, exposing sharp yellow incisors and from his mouth shot a flame at David. He rolled to the side into one of the aisles. Cerberus spun on his arms like a gymnast on a pommel horse and knocked the nearest shelf over with a pivoted spin kick and the shelves began to topple over like dominos. David crawled out the other side and began to run. It wasn’t long before Cerberus saw him and he bounded over the spilt shampoo bottles and smashed shelves after David.

David was sprinting through the Hallmark card section, thinking of a way out of the building before remembering what Theta had told him earlier and then he saw the black man at the end of the aisle materialize from the shadows. David flung his hand out and shot a lightning bolt out of his hands, but the man disappeared as the lightning bolt past through where he was standing.

David turned and saw the twenties gangster look down his aisle and he began to run at him brandishing a handgun. David turned and ran into the guns and knifes booth and squat down hoping no one saw him.

Something landed with a splat next to him and it was the same substance that the stoner shot at him earlier. He looked up and another blob was falling down from the ceiling. David picked up an empty cardboard box and put it above his head, blocking the other shots from the stoner hanging onto the ceiling above him. He grabbed a rifle from the glass case and pointed it up at the stoner and fired a few rounds. The bullets then fell to the floor as icicles and shattered.

David looked through the glass booth to see Cerberus shutting his mouth and leaping over the counter. David shot another blast at him and Cerberus was hit in the chest and he kept going and landed into a rack full of miscellaneous hunting equipment. David got up and ran down the aisle towards an unblocked emergency exit. He was almost there, but something caught his foot and he fell over. He looked back to see the black man standing there with his foot out from behind a shelf.

David grabbed a shoe from the rack next to him and threw it at his head who vanished again and David began to push himself up, but then that same sticky substance hit his shoe and he didn’t move anywhere.

Then David was tackled from the side. He felt his foot leave his shoe and Cerberus had him pinned to the ground. David tried pumping electricity through his veins, but Cerberus was wearing rubber gloves.

“You can’t outrun five people with honed powers, David,” said the man dressed like Al Capone. “Gag his mouth, too, so he can’t shout for help.”

A strip of duct tape was placed over his mouth by the black man and then his arms were taped together behind his back. Cerberus pulled him up effortlessly and half-dragged, half-carried him towards the same exit he was about to run away through; the entire time, David only thought of how Cerberus could stand up like a human while he just ran through the entire store like a dog.

The Japanese woman appeared in front of them and was about to put her hand on Cerberus’s shoulder to teleport them all away, but she was flung back into the wall.

David tried looking around to see what had just happened, but Cerberus’ large neck was in the way.

“What the hell was that, Al?” said the black man as he disappeared into the shadows again.

“Shh!” said Al with his hands out in shushing gesture, looking around. The Japanese lady was out cold.

“Jizz, get Hax,” he said, pointing at the Asian lady. “We’ll have to get out of here a different way.”

The British stoner picked her up and carried her.

“Cerberus, don’t let go of him,” he said. “Follow me.”

The three of them walked down the aisles, carrying David and Hax.

David glanced up and saw a tall, buff man wearing running shorts and a sleeveless shirt with a long brown ponytail repelling from the ceiling with a rope. David’s eyes
popped wide open, but he
couldn’t make a sound. The man landed right on top of Al, picked him up and threw him at Jizz and Hax seemingly without effort who were flung to the side.

“I suggest letting go of him, Cerberus,” he said.

“Long time no see, Samson,” Cerberus growled. “Unfortunately, I have a better idea.”

“Like what?” said another man behind them.

Cerberus spun around, still holding David to see another man wearing a T-shirt and jeans with medium length wavy brown hair standing there.

“Are you gonna have your sneaky little shadow dweller help you out of this one?” he asked with a smirk.

“What? How did you-“ began Cerberus, but he was interrupted by the man.

“Here he is,” he said.

The black man dropped to the ground beside them.

Cerberus backed into a shelf and then from his fingers, claws extended out of them and they found David’s neck.

“I’ll do it,” he snarled, slowly digging his nails into David’s neck just enough to cause discomfort with David thinking that he must have a lot of experience with this.

“That’s what you think,” said Samson.

“Nice bluff, Cerberus,” added the other man.

“It’s not a blu-“ but his sentence was cut short and he fell forward with David still in his clutches and he then felt himself stop falling, but he noticed that he himself was floating there weightless without his feet touching the ground.

“Thanks, Jenna,” said Paul.

“No, problem,” said a woman’s voice behind them.

Samson stepped over to David and pushed him over onto his feet and pushed Cerberus’ limp body away from David.

“Okay, Paul, you can let go,” he said.

“Sure thing,” said the other man and Cerberus fell to the ground.

Samson stood David up and put his hand on the duct tape.

“Brace yourself, kid,” he said.

David pursed his lips as Samson ripped the duct tape off.

“Oww! Fuck!” shrieked David.

“Sorry, ‘bout that,” Samson said with a chuckle. “Here, let me get your hands.” He spun David around and cut the remaining duct tape off with a knife.

“You alright?” asked the woman whom David saw for the first time. He was thoroughly surprised by her appearance. She was wearing a pink jump suit and had incredibly long white hair.

“Yeah, I’m fine,” said David, massaging his wrists. “Thanks.”

“Don’t worry about it,” said the other man who David assumed was Paul.

“We gotta get you out of here,” said Samson. “I’m sure they’ll be waking up any moment and the cops will arrive soon. Oh, speak of the devil.”

Outside, they could hear the sounds of police sirens.

“Yeah, sure,” said David, a little dazed by what just happened.

“Come with us,” said Paul.

They ran out the same exit that David found before and resting before them was something that could only be described as something out of a science fiction space movie.

David, gaped, astonished at what he was seeing. He turned to the other three and all he could ask was, “who are you?”


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There may be a few consistency errors. If you find them, I beg that you point them out to me, because I'm too lazy to read through it again.

[Psycho Bugler]

This chapter is pretty much where the PG-13 comes in. If you get easily offended by anything then don't read this. I'm going to try to provide some humor in this story so just keep that in mind. Anyway, if you're reading this then PLEASE provide feedback. I'm trying to better myself as a writer and need as many people giving me advice as possible. Thanks.

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Chapter 3: Into the Hive

“We’re a subspecies of humans, or scientifically, homodynamovicisapien,” replied Jenna.

“All I got out of that was something about homos,” said David.

Samson turned to him and said, “we’re a group of underground super humans trying to prevent the less friendly super humans from killing everyone. One way we go about doing that is finding people such as yourself and protecting them.”

“How do they know about what I can do?” David asked.

“They have their ways,” said Paul.

“But we don’t have time to discuss such matters,” interjected Jenna. “We need to get you to Dr. McConley ASAP.”

“Is he The Ventriloquist?” David asked

“Yes, that’s his alias. You’ll have to get one, too,” said Samson. “Paul Newton here goes by Newton and he can control all aspects of gravity-“

“In other words,” interrupted Paul. “I can move objects or increase or decrease an objects pull of gravity including the earth.”

“As I was saying,” Samson began again. “Jenna Wiggins is known as Wig and her hair can be turned into anything she wants. She just has to pluck it.”

At that moment, Jenna had plucked two hairs and began brushing her hair with it, and held a mirror that wasn’t there a moment ago in her hand.

“And I’m Samson Edwards and I just go by my first name.”

“Biblical reference?” David inquired.

“Yeah, not too hard to figure out.”

The four boarded the plane and David glanced quickly around the inside. There were a bunch of turrets around the sides, top, and bottom for quick defenses and the controls up front were incredibly colorful. The four of them went to the back of the jet where the décor was rather comfortable and inviting. There was a full kitchen with a table on one half and on the other half was a television on one side with couches and recliners in the center.

“How did you pay for all of this?” David asked.

“It’s kind of a long story,” said Paul. “But the short version is that-“

“Dr. McConly sucked some dick and became jolly good friends with some rich politicians who wrote him into their wills,” interrupted Samson.

“I’m pretty sure the sucking of dick wasn’t on the agenda,” interrupted Jenna who had attached her hair brush and mirror to her scalp.

“He was a lobbyist for god’s sake,” Samson added.

“How come he didn’t use his power?” David asked.

“He doesn’t believe in using his power to his advantage,” said Paul.

“Lobbyists can do more than whore themselves out,” said Jenna.

“If they’re people like McConley,” said Samson.

“Where are we going?” David asked, a little annoyed by the argument. His question seemed to go unheard.

“So, that’s completely degrading to women,” said Jenna.

“What you’re saying isn’t important, woman,” Samson chuckled, falling over onto one of the couches.

“That’s my point,” Jenna yelled with her hands pointing to Samson before she threw herself down on couch opposite to the glass top coffee table.

“Women can’t have points; there’s no point,” said Samson, with the grin on his face ever increasing in width.

Paul disappeared to the front of the jet, and after a few seconds, the jet vibrated and lifted off the ground before zipping off up to the clouds and over the mountains and Paul walked back into the room.

“Where are we going?” said David, a little louder.

“I’m pretty sure I could kick your ass if McConley let me,” said Jenna.

“That just proves that men have a superiority over women,” said Samson.

“You are so dead,” Jenna muttered.

“Oh, look she gave in,” Samson laughed.

“Where are we going?” David shouted.

“Oh, sorry,” said Samson. “We’re going to our base. There we’re going to integrate you into our ranks if you’re willing. Otherwise, we’ll have to force you.”

“Of course I’m willing,” said David. “I want to fight the guys that tried to kill me just now.”

“We don’t fight for revenge,” said Paul.

“Then what do you fight for?” David asked, a little confused now.

“We fight for protection,” said Samson.

“That’s an oxymoron if I ever heard one,” said David. “Then I’ll fight for protection. You’re probably the only people that will take me in now. Odds are, someone I know saw me doing crazy shit to them and they’ll probably tell my family.”

“That’s not the only reason we’re asking you to come with us,” said Samson. “We think there’s more you can do for us than we can do for you.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” David asked, sitting down.

“You have a power that McConley thinks could be a significant breakthrough in science,” said Jenna. “He thinks your power can be used to attain cold fusion.”

“There’s no way I could do that. I can only power stuff and shock people,” said David, shaking his hands.

“We’re gonna see what the potential of your power is,” said Samson.

“How are you going to do that?” said David, wondering why no one was up front piloting the jet.

“McConley has his ways,” Jenna said.

David decided to stop asking questions and mainly tired of people having their ways at this point and just leaned back, reflecting on what had been happening. On one hand, he was enthralled that he was going to be able to do something he’d wanted to do for a while and fight. On the other hand, however, he was worried about leaving his town-especially when he had so much to live for through music. Through his nostalgia, his thoughts drifted to his memories of his first days of high school.

“Excellent job, David, your horn work’s coming along really well,” said a graying man wearing a Hawaiian shirt in a large tiered class room.

“Thank you,” said David in his barely post-pubescent voice who was sitting in the back by himself.

It was lunchtime at his high school and David had just finished his sight reading exam.

“I think, without considering the fact you taught yourself how to play horn, that you may be the best horn player I’ve ever had and you’re only a freshman,” said the man again, taking notes.

“Thank you,” said David in the same tone.

“I just hope you’re not thinking of quitting band,” said the teacher standing up.

“I was thinking about it, but since someone thinks I’m half decent I might stay,” said David, packing his French horn into the mock-croc skin case next to him and twisting his mouthpiece out of the neck.

“I’m glad you want to keep with music,” said the conductor. “You’ll go far, and keep in mind I usually don’t tell people that.”

David’s memories jumped ahead two years later: his junior year. They were still in the band room, but three seniors were talking to David in the instrument locker bay.

“We want you to play in our brass quartet,” said the first trumpet player who was a year older than David.

“You what?” sputtered David.

The brass quartet they mentioned had gone to state in the small brass ensemble category for competition the past four years in a row and was rated one of the best high school ensembles in the state. Being asked to join was no small matter.

“You heard him,” said the trombone player, a soccer teammate of David’s.

“Are you guys sure?” David asked, making sure it wasn’t a prank.

“We kicked Spitz out. He wasn’t quite cutting it. Your range as a horn player is better than his was and he’s on trumpet. We’re sure we want you,” said the baritone player, who had won the state solo category twice now. The other two had gone to state since their freshman year and all three were looking at returning to state again in their final year of high school.

“If you insist,” said David. “I’ll do it.”

“We’ll see you at rehearsal on Tuesday,” said the trumpeter. “We’ll give you the music then.”

“Thanks,” said David, putting his horn in his locker.

“We’re almost there,” said someone else.

“Where?” said David.

“The Rocky Mountains of Colorado,” said the voice.

“Why are we in Colorado?” David asked. “As far as I can see, I’m still in the band room.”

“Wake up, you dumbass!” shouted the voice one last time.

David snapped awake and looked around. Paul had just thrown a deck of cards at him and they were now laying all over the floor and couch.

“Did you have to do that?” David asked, beginning to pick them up and throwing them with pinpoint precision back at Paul.

“Damn, you’re good with that,” said Samson walking back to the recliner and sitting down with a cup of coffee in his hands.

David sat up and tossed the rest of the cards onto the table which slid across in a huge mess.

“I have to do something when I’m bored,” said David.

“We’re almost there,” said Paul.

“Yeah, hopefully you won’t mind high altitudes,” said Jenna.

“Don’t worry, I snowboard all the time,” assured David.

“You’ll be able to shred some sick powder up here, then,” said Paul as he stood up.

A voice came over the intercom just then.

“Hey, I’m gonna bring you down fast,” said the voice.

“Who’s that?” David asked.

“That’s Jess,” said Jenna. “You’ll meet her soon.”

“Is she the one that called herself Theta?” David asked, too impatient to wait.

“Yeah, good guess,” said Paul, tightly grabbing onto a handle mounted to the wall.

David felt the jet drop suddenly and then halt. Before could push himself up off the couch, the roar of the engines turned off and the door opened.

“Welcome to the HIVE,” said Paul, letting go of the handle.

David got up, and followed the other three closely out the door ramp. Upon his exit, he saw what he recognized as a hangar. It was about the size of four basketball courts placed in a row. The jet fit nicely in one quarter and in the rest of the floor space were rows of motorcycles, ATV’s, snowmobiles, a few trucks, and cars, and a wall covered with jet packs. The cavernous docking station had a dark fluorescent blue feel to it. There were a few flood lights placed here and there, but for the most part, it was mostly rock with a few steel beams and pillars supporting the cave from collapsing.

“So this is where you live?” David asked.

“Fortunately, it is not.”

This voice was one David didn’t recognize. He looked around and saw two new faces he hadn’t seen before. One was a man in who appeared to be in his early forties. His well kept short brown hair was beginning to gray, and he was wearing a brown suit. He was supporting himself with a finely carved cane that he leaned on with both hands. The other was a woman with long, dark brown hair. David immediately assumed she was Jess.

“I am Dr. Steven McConley,” said the man in an English accent. “This is my trusty secretary, Jessica Folston. You may know her as Theta.”

“Hello,” said David.

“Come, there is much for us to discuss,” said McConley.

Paul pushed David forward a bit, and David began walking forward. In the center of the cavern where they were standing was a kind of lift with a circumference of railings, large enough to fit about three vehicles on.

“This lift takes us down to the lower levels,” said Jessica. “It’s about three thousand feet, so feel free to take a seat.”

With that, benches popped out from the steel lift’s floor around the edges and everyone but David sat down.

It seemed that Theta, or Jessica as everyone else referred to her, was always with Doctor McConley. She helped him sit down and held his cane when he didn’t need it.

“Go ahead and sit,” said Dr. McConley. “It’s a long ride down.”

David looked for the seat furthest away from everyone and sat down. He looked down with his hair hanging down over his face like a barrier from everyone, but he felt everyone’s eyes sporadically piercing through.

“David…” began Dr.McConley.

“Yes?” David replied with his head still down.

“What do you know about your powers?”

David’s response was delayed. He felt everyone staring at him. After what felt like a minute, David finally looked up.

“I know I can shock people. I can manipulate metal. I can provide electricity to things just by touching them.”

They were all staring at him. Was this short, concise response abnormal?

He saw Dr. McConley lean over to Jessica and whispered something in her ear. She nodded and closed her eyes as if concentrating.

“Are you going to have him see Mike?” Samson asked.

McConley took a moment to answer and nodded at him.

“Who is Mick?” David asked.

Paul giggled. “Michael Litoris.”

David said it in his head a few times and then the light bulb turned on.

“What sick parents would do that?” he said, gaping.

“That’s actually his middle name. His real name was Brendan,” said Jessica who had finished.

“Why did he go by his middle name?” David asked.

“He thinks it’s funnier. He appreciates the awkwardness of his name,” said Samson.

“But who is he?” David asked again, trying to get back to the point. It seemed that McConley wasn’t pleased by the sudden dialogue that occurred.

“We call him the Analyst,” McConley stated. “He can detect and analyze a person’s powers and the full potential if it hasn’t been reached.”

“So you think I can do more than what I said?” David asked.

“That’s what we’re going to determine,” McConley said.

David had so many questions so he decided he’d start asking now.

“Who else here haven’t I met?” David asked. “If there is anyone.”

“There’s a few more,” said Jessica. “There’s Delilah Mortisson we call Shard, Gustav Mortague who goes by The Vet sometimes, Johnny Osbourne or Tecton, Jordan Mendoza or the Puppet Master, and Zach Kerry who likes the name Celsius.”

“You’ll meet them soon,” said Paul. “They’re out and about the base doing things.”

“Speaking of which, we’re almost here,” interjected McConley.

Jessica handed him his cane and he pushed himself up as the lift began to slow to a halt. Everyone else got up and as soon as the lift stopped, David could see into a long hallway. The wood floor glistened like it had just been mopped and the walls were made of wood, too.

“This is where we live for the moment so we tried to make it comfortable,” said McConley.

“Unfortunately, there’s no windows,” said Wig. “So we just get out of the house a lot.”

The lift gate swung open as they stepped off the lift, and around the corner came a man wearing a green bathrobe and fluffy pink slippers, yawning. He looked a little older than David and was about the same height as Samson.

“Oh, it seems you’re all back,” he said, scratching his messy brown hair.

“Have you been sleeping this entire time?” Paul asked as they passed him.

“No, just took an hour long nap,” he said. He rubbed his eyes and looked down at David. “Who the hell is this?”

“That’s David, Zach,” said McConley. “They almost got to him, but Jenna, Samson, and Paul stopped them.

“Oh, cool,” said Zach. “Is he staying?”

“By tonight, he’ll most likely not have anywhere to go to,” said McConley.

“Well, welcome to the HIVE,” said Zach. He pat David’s head and tousled his hair before walking around him and punching Samson in the arm. Suddenly, David felt a brainfreeze that almost made his eyes water.

“Let’s get going,” said McConley. “I’ll give you a tour of our humble abode before taking you to see Mike.”

David heard the others snickering behind him as they walked. Their footsteps and cane echoed through the halls. There were many paintings and portraits along the wall along with suits of armor.

The corner that Zach had come around led to two different ways. Each one led to an elevator and spiral stairwell going down around the elevator.

“To the left, you’ll find all of our living and recreational space. To the right, you’ll find our work space,” said McConley. “Since you’ll have to go right later anyway, we’ll give you a tour of the left first.”

McConley nudged David along with his hand to the left before putting his weight on the cane again. When they got to the end of the short hallway, McConley and Jessica took David down the stairs, and the rest went into the elevator.

“See you in a bit,” said Paul, with a wave.

“Yeah, see ya,” said David.

“Jessica, I need to rest,” said McConley. “I’ll join them on the elevator. Would you care to do the honors of giving Mr. Ward a tour.”

“Yes, sir,” said Jessica.

So now it was just David and Jessica walking down the stairs, and David watched the elevator drop down the glass tube.

“Come on, David,” said Jessica. “The S. Hive which you’re about see now is number stories deep. At this point, we’re about one thousand five hundred feet above sea level.”

They walked down the stairs and emerged on a floor that was very spacious. David looked across the room and actually saw unmistakable scenery.

“I thought you said there were no windows?” David asked.

“This and an observation deck near the top of the mountain are the only exceptions,” said Jessica. “This is our library. To the left and right are all the books. You can find pretty much anything you need in here, but we have most of the academics backed up electronically so you’ll probably only be in here to just read for pleasure.”

They were about to go down to the next level when David heard a voice from a chair by the window.

“Jessica is that you?” it asked.

They both turned around and saw a man laying on a couch reading a book.

“Sorry, Gus. I didn’t even notice you,” said Jessica.

“No problem,” said the man. He got up and walked over to them. He was an older man who seemed to be in his mid forties and beginning to bald. His mustache and goatee were very nineteenth century. He was wearing all khaki clothing and had a whip attached to his belt, and a tiger walking behind him.

David shouted in surprise and hopped back.

“No, no, no!” said the man, holding his hands up. “She’s completely harmless.”

The tiger prowled over to David and nudged her head against David’s leg, and David scratched behind her ear.

“David, this is Gustav Mortague,” said Jessica. “He can communicate with animals.”

“Pleased to make your acquaintance,” said the man holding his hand out, which David took. He could tell that he was going to like him.

“David’s our new recruit,” said Jessica. “He can-“

“No, don’t tell me,” said Gus. “I’ll figure it out later. I just love the suspense.”

“If you insist,” said Jessica. “Let’s go.”

They walked back to the stairs and Gus went to lay back down after putting a pair of glasses back on.

“He’s probably one of the smartest people here other than Dr. McConley,” said Jessica. “He does most of the research for our studies, and he’s even coming close to developing a formula for predicting which people have or may have powers.”

“That’s really impressive,” said David.

“Yeah, no kidding. We’re really lucky to have him with us,” she said.

On the next floor down, David saw a kitchen where a Hispanic man and a woman were eating.

“This is our kitchen,” Jessica told him. “You pretty much have to make your own food unless you get together with other people to make something.”

“Hooif fat?” asked the man with his mouth full.

“I’m not answering that,” said Jessica with her arms crossed.

The man rolled his eyes and swallowed.

“Who’s that?” he asked again.

“This is David,” she said.

“Oh, cool,” he said. “I’m Jordan Mendoza, and that’s Delilah Mortissen.”

The girl waved at him, and giggled sheepishly.

“We’ll get back to our meal, then,” said Jordan, and he went back to devouring his sandwich.

“Jordan can manipulate anything inanimate resembling a life form, and Delilah can shatter anything that she touches.”

“Interesting,” said David as they descended the stairs. “Anything?”

“Yep.”

David couldn’t help it. “What can Zach do?” he asked.

“He can freeze or heat things by touching them,” she said. “What did he do when he touched you?”

“Freeze.”

“Dammit, Zach…” she said, facepalming herself. “I’m going to punch that bastard someday.”

David chuckled a bit. “It wasn’t too bad.”

“He could have killed you if he wasn’t careful,” she said.

“He’s that strong?”

“He has that kind of potential, yes.”

“I’m never letting him touch me again.”

Jessica laughed. “Don’t worry. I was just trying to scare you. He has complete control over his power.”

“Eff you,” said David, breathing heavy. “You had me going for a moment.”

“It’s you we need to be careful about,” she said.

David’s breathing increased again. “What do you mean?”

“Well, considering what you’ve told us, if you have a bad dream you might totally destroy our entire base.”

His heart skipped a few beats. Was he really that dangerous to other people?

“But that’s only a possibility,” she said. “I’m sure you’ll be just fine.”

“You have a serious problem,” said David, with a frown.

“Oh, come on, I was only kidding.”

The next floor was a long hall way with multiple doors on either side.

“What is this?” David asked.

“These are our bedrooms,” he said. “You’ll probably have to bunk with John, and Zach.”

“Oh, come on,” said David. “Really? I have to share a room with Zach?”

“Yeah, all of us have a roommate. I’m with Jenna, Jordan’s with Delilah, Paul and Samson share a room, and Gus and Mike are gay lovers and sleep together. The only person who has his own room is McConley and his bedroom is next to his office in North HIVE. Each of the rooms has a bathroom, and

David took it in really quick. He was somewhat unsurprised that Gus was gay.

“I’m not taking you down to the bottom level, but I’ll tell you. It’s a giant exercise and sports center. There’s a gym where you can play tennis, badminton, basketball, volleyball, etcetera, and a weight room full of weights, and exercise machines.”

“No, way. You fit all of that in here?”

“Well, it’s not very aesthetic, but we enjoy it just the same.”

They came to the next floor and David looked around. Down here, he saw everyone from the top floor, and two new people whom he hadn’t met. The floor itself was very phenomenal, though. There were at least seven sixty inch televisions, each was different and had couches, recliners, and beanbags surrounding them. On the far side of the room was a huge blank screen that was obviously for a projector. David concluded that the entire wing was a giant college dorm.

However, it seemed the center of attention was in the middle of the room where there was a huge coffee table set inside a pit built into the floor where there were couches, and chairs; most were occupied by someone.

“You’re so full of shit!” said Samson. “There’s no fricking way you can build an actual led zeppelin.”

“They said it was plausible on Mythbusters,” said Zach.

“That show sucks dick,” said Paul. “Besides, led’s to damn heavy and would waste a crapton of fuel getting it off the ground.”

“Whatever, you’re just jealous that our idea kicks ass,” said one of the new people he hadn’t met.

He was very similar to Zach. David assumed he was John since he looked so young. His hair was dark brown, and a few inches shorter than David’s, and he was dressed casually in shorts, a T-shirt, and he was leaning back with his bare feet on the table in front of him.

Dr. McConley chuckled at their argument and motioned for David to sit down with him. Jessica walked over and sat next to Jenna and David walked over to McConley and sat on the empty space on the couch next to him.

“This is David if you haven’t noticed yet,” said McConley. “David, that’s John Osbourne.” He pointed at him and David was right. “And this is Michael Litoris,” he gestured to the other man he hadn’t met yet.

Mike had a very dark tan was wearing a Hawaiian shirt that was buttoned only halfway up, and cut off shorts. His ears were pierced and his inch long bleach white hair was spiked.

The two men nodded at David and he nodded back, respectably.

“Jess, could you call everyone down here, please?” he asked.

“Yes, Doctor.” She brought her wrist to her face and spoke into it. As she spoke, the sound resonated from around her.

“Would everyone please make their way to the pit for a meeting, please? Thank you.”

A few seconds later, three holes appeared by the elevator exposing poles inside them. The sound of skin sliding on metal came from them and one by one, Delilah, Gus, and then Jordan appeared. The three trotted over. Gus sat down next to Mike and their lips met for a second. That was going to take some time to get used to. Delilah and Jordan sat down next to each other on another couch.

“Everyone’s here,” said McConley. “Let’s get started.”


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Sorry for the crappy ending to that chapter, but as you can see it was getting a little long.