the striker project a book in the works

Bloo · 2009-01-17T02:39:28Z

This is not what you are looking for.

CHAPTER 1
Brad Fulmini laid awake in his bed with his covers twisted on top of his body with his legs and arms at random positions that they took over the night. He looked over at his watch that was perched on his nightstand to the right of his bed it read 9:42. Brad rolled off the bed onto a collection of clothes on the floor and popped up unharmed. He gave out a big yawn and he rubbed his eyes and made his way to bathroom, narrowly escaping tripping at every step as he wadded through the mess that was his room. As Brad emerged from the bathroom, it was as a bullet hit him. He ran back into his room and made his way to his night stand---tripping several times in the process---and grabbed his watch and which now read 9:46 and he muttered under his breath “Great she’s going to kill me if I’m late” Brad dropped the watch which met the floor with a defining surprising load thump he quickly picked it back up and slipped it on to his wrist. Brad grabbed a pair of shorts from the top of one of his draws and stuffed his legs in them and flung off his shirt replacing it with a t-shirt hanging he found hanging on a chair.
He looked in the mirror as he ran out of the room. His brown hair that was slightly long and usually neat was now poking out at all over his head at strange angles. His usual bright electric blue eyes had bags under them and had a look of worry on them. The shirt he was wearing had a stain on the bottom, was one size to large, and was only meant to sleep in but Brad had no time to change; his shorts had a small hole at the top that they got when they caught on a bush. He ran down the stairs four at a time, which was as far that his lanky and long legs could go with out him toppling over his hands dangled moving out of his control as he ran. He ran into the kitchen quickly to grab his phone, which was charging on the counter, and keys that were rested next to it and ran back out into the garage. He pushed the opener button, ran out the door, and ducked under the garage door when it was not even a quarter of the way up. He pushed his bike out of the garage and pushed the other button positioned by the garage opening and hoped back on the bike and peddled down the driveway as the garage closed.
He had gone about three blocks when he remembered the tray of food that was in the cabinet and turned back around going faster. Brad went back into the driveway, which was empty because both his mom was at brunch with his grandparents and his dad was up state for a business conference. Brad jumped off his bike and ran onto the porch. Brad’s hands fidgeted as he tried to put his keys into the lock. He finally got the door open and rushed into the kitchen, he opened the cabinet he grabbed the silver container on the top self and slammed the door close. He ran back out of the house locking the door and then jumped back on the bike he looked at his watch that now read 9:56, Brad began to pick up speed, and luckily the place he was going was at the bottom of a hill that he did not have to climb. Brad was at the top of the hill that was above the building, he looked at his watch and it read 9:59 he went down the hill at top speed, as he was but only a short distance away he was ready to jump off but then he saw someone holding the gate door open. Instead of jumping off the bike and running off, he just kept on track and peddled straight into the building he was immediately met by a car and so he made a sharp turn and lost his balance and he fell to the floor rolling. He heard the car honk several times, as he rolled down the tar. He was stopped by a pair of legs he slowly raised his head and he met eyes with Rachel.
“Hey those new shoes they look cool,” said Brad nervously
“Let me guess you forgot to set your alarm” said Rachel. Rachel had black hair she wore down passed her shoulders, and a pair of bright blues eyes that were slightly covered by her hair that hung over them. Rachel was 16 and was not that tall even brad who was only 13 was inches taller then her---like most people he knew--- Rachel was Brad older sister and pain in his side sense he was born.
“No I set it just didn’t wake me up” he had now gotten up and was brushing the dirt off of his shirt “it’s not like I’m late you said be here at 10 and It is” Brad turned his watch towards her “see it’s 10:00”
“Brad”
“Yes”
“Have you set the time on your watch back since you got back from Arizona?”
“No why”
“Cause Arizona is two hours behind us it’s 12:00 not 10:00,” said Rachael and then she stepped to the right to revel a clock behind her that had 12:00 displayed on it by to hands.
“I knew I was forgetting something,” said Brad. Brad then picked up the silver container and handed it over to Rachael but before it reached her, it was grabbed. Brad followed the hand and found it attached to Nick- Brad’s best friend- he was examining the container trying to find where he could take off the cover. Nick had short white hair that always reminded Brad off snow. His eyes were white like his hair. His face had chiseled features that would have looked good on most people but on nick, it just looked cold as ice that Brad thought he was made of sense his skin always felt cold has ice.
“Nick what you are doing” Brad asked
“Trying to get it open I’m hungry,” answered Nick “ah here it is” Nick had found a tab at on side that had broken off when he crashed. As soon as the container was open, a strange smell emerged that smelled like a mixture of backed beans and m&m’s. “What are these?”
“Health brownies they have black beans in them and some other stuff to make them healthy” said Brad
Nick took a small nibble at it to test the taste and then immediately, gave a face that showed how bad it was. “Terrible” Nick picked up a napkin and spat the chewed up brownie into it along with the brownie it came from and threw it into the trash can, he was about to do the same with the tin but Brad grabbed the container and gave it to Rachael, who set it on a table and scribbled “health section” on a post it note and stuck it on top of it.
“Don’t have high hopes for those to sell” said Nick who was trying to get the taste of the brownie out of his mouth by stuffing it with regular brownies. “Man those things have a strong taste I only took a nibble and I can’t rid of the taste”
Brad was now ignoring Nick as was Rachael “So where do you want me to go” asked Brad
“Over on there” said Rachael pointing toward a table that was loaded with coin rolls and rubber bands “I want you to collect and count the money”
“Okay” said Brad and he made his way to the table
“Not yet” said Rachael who had grabbed Brad by the shoulder “Right now everyone is sorting the food from the table” Brad looked over and saw that about 23 people were taking the treats over to the tables.
“Okay”
Brad walked over to the table pressing down his hair as he went trying to get rid of the bed head look. Brad picked up a container and looked on top to see “cake” written on top and looked around to see a table that said “cakes/pies” on the a slab of paper on top and went over to it and placed it down. Brad saw a man taking out a pie from the container he had just delivered an d figured he should do the same and took out a cake with vanilla frosting on it and through a small patch where the some frosting had come out he could see a patch of yellowish cake and concluded it was vanilla as well. Brad continued this cycle for the next hour has more containers came in to be moved accordingly.
At one o’clock Brad stopped loading the boxes which were all done and walked over to Nick who was sitting in a chair asleep his head phones in his ears. Brad walked over and plucked a headphone out and Nick’s eyes popped open.
“Hey, what time is it Brad” Nick said as he stretched his arms out. Nick let out a big yawn answered rubbed his eyes before Brad answered him.
“It’s one,” answered Brad “and have you done any work at all or have you been sleeping the whole time”
“I was working till twelve then I was done till the sale started so I thought I get some sleep sense I was I was up all night” said Nick in a sleepy tone. Nick plucked his other headphone out and rolled them around his iPod then stuck it in his pocket. Nick got up, strolled over to one of the tables, and casually took some frosting off one of the cup cakes with out any one seeing.
“So where you posted” Brad asked
“Same as you money counting” said Nick slightly agitated “why do I have to do it I hate math”
“Maybe my sister did it just to annoy you I mean she doesn’t like”
“Yeah you’re probably right” Nick walked over to the table at the front of the door and sat down sliding down so to sit as low as possible. A second later Rachel came over, gestured him up, and told him to look more presentable, which he ignored completely.
Brad sat down next to him and waited as the first of the people arrived. Brad was at a bake sale that his mother had organized---and left his sister in charge of---to help a cerebra pales institute. The next 3 hours were very boring for Brad and Nick, all they did was sit and wait for someone to buy something on there way out which was not very often because people just gave the money to the people at the table and then just counted the money that they were given by the people at the tables every half hour. All in all they did great they made five hundred forty three dollars and sixty seven cents---which was more then twice what they expected to raise--- and sense Brads mom had organized it Rachel and Brad got to keep all the stuff that wasn’t bought---including his mothers brownies which sold nothing as Nick said it would. --- Brad had to loge all the stuff home with a reluctant Nick who only agreed if he could have some of the stuff.
* * *
By the time Brad had got home dropped off his load of baked goods and went back for his bike it was four forty five. To Brad dismay Rachel---who said she would not tell about him being late---told his mom that he was late. He was grounded for a week and when he tried to argue it was bumped up to two and them three weeks.
Brad stomped up the stairs to his room and slammed the door closed and locked it.
Brad laid down on his bed---which had been made in his absence along with his room cleaned by the house keeper—and tried to read but he was to mad.
It’s not my fault I thought Brad Rachel said she would wake me up when she left. How was I supposed to know that she would forget, what I am supposed to set the alarm even when I thought I would not need it? I mean come on three weeks for being late to the bake sale. Yeah sure, I argued and all but, I mean two more weeks for trying to tell my side of the story.
Brad let out a small angry scream and then something strange happened.
Has he screamed the lights flicked off but as soon as he stopped, they turned back on instantaneously?
Wow did I do that Brad thought to him self
Brad let out another scream and it happened again but this time he saw something he did not notice before. As he screamed, his hands let out a bolt of blue lightning that he guessed turned the lights off.
I did do that but how I have to do it again
Brad did this once more this time looking right at his hands. He let out another scream and as he did it, he noticed that his hands did not shoot out the lightning like bolt. It looked at them and it did not come out but as appear to be absorbed in to his hands, the bolts seemed to come out of the lights and then connect to his hands.
I wonder if I can bring it in maybe I could let it out brad thought that thought over and realized how cool it would be.
He tried once more this time trying to do the reverse of what he had been doing but nothing happened, Brad tried it another five times with no more results. Brad tried again this time trying to do what he had done the first three times but it still did not work. Brad swore under his breath disappointed at him self and then just laid there is his bed.
Great Brad thought I finally find some thing cool about myself and I cannot even use it. Brad sighed and slapped him self in the head.
No, I just have to try
No, it is useless I can never do it again
No I can I saw myself do it once no more then that three times if I can do that I much I know I can do it again if I keep on trying
Nevertheless, I already tried it repeatedly and it did not work
Then maybe I just have to try harder
I was already trying and failing
But not as much as I could
Who am I kidding I was trying the most I could and I didn’t work why would it work if I can’t when I try the best I can
That was it for Brad, for some reason he was always had to have a war with himself and against his will the negative side always seemed to win the battles with in his head.
He looked at his watch---which he had put back on his night stand--- that read 12:00. Brad guessed that it must have reset it self when it the power was sucked out of it. He reached for his remote that he had on his bed to his right and turned on his T.V. The image flickered on to the screen and Brad punched the info button and the time came onto the little bar that said the show, it said it was around eleven o’clock. As soon as Brad read the time, he suddenly realized how tired he was and he slipped under the covers of his bed and slipped into a deep dreamless sleep almost immediately. Brad woke up in what felt to him in a second but was actually thirteen hours. He woke up at twelve and then climbed down the stairs into the kitchen and the smell of waffles filled his noses, which was strange for the time.
“Why are you making waffles mom its twelve?” asked Brad
“What are you taking about it’s only nine” said his mom, Brad’s mom was a pâté women who was only five feet, she had short black hair and green eyes like his dad, Brad had always wondered how he had looked so different then the rest of his family. Most of Brad’s family was short with the exception of his cousin---who was adopted--- with black and blonde hair with mostly brown and green eyes; while Brad was tall five foot eleven inches, with his Brown hair that was not even a dirty blonde color and blur eyes that were nowhere close to green.
Brad looked over to the digital clock attached to the microwave that said 9:12. Then he remembered what happened last night, he had thought when he woke up it was just a dream but know he remembered. The reason he thought it was twelve was that the clock had been zapped and reset.
“Oh my clock must have gotten reset some how.” said Brad and then let out a huge yawn “so any waffles ready, I’m starving”
“Yeah there are some right over there,” she pointed toward a plate next to her covered with waffles
“Why so many” said Brad he made his way to the plate and was now dumping waffles on to his own
“Well we are expecting company today,” said his mom and she put another waffle onto the plate with the rest “they should be here any minute actually”
“Who are they?”
“Oh just some of your fathers friends from the bank, he’s trying to get on their good side, some big project or something” said Brads mother as clueless as ever.
“So Dads coming back today”
“Yes”
“And do I have to meet with the guys or can I just stay in my room”
“Well sense we are trying to get on their good side it best for you not to with your bad luck and all” His mom was talking about Brad clumsiness he had “goofy feet” as his Dad said and when ever he was nervous it was ten times worse. Like when he was chosen one of the best for a mandatory grade poem contest. He had dropped his paper and when he was saying it and had managed to make the microphone flip off the stage and hit the principle when he was getting up and then when he getting off missed the steps and cart wheeled straight onto the lap of his teacher who already hated him enough to begin with.
“Okay” said Brad and for the first time realized he would not see any where out of this house for a long time. It was summer vacation so he would not even be able to see people at school. Brad went to his nightstand and picked up his book. It was Eagle strike the fourth installment of his favorite series Alex rider series by Anthony Horowitz his favorite author. He sat down and started to read and after about an hour, he stopped when he heard the doorbell ring.
Brad got up and made his way to his door, and walked over to the stairs. Brad poked his head out slightly so he was just far enough to hear, but not be seen.
“Hello Mrs. Fulmini” said a man his voice was somewhat cold but with only a slight showing of care
“Hello” echoed two others with no sign of emotion what so ever
“Nice to meet you all, where’s John” asked Brad’s mom
“Oh, he drove down in his own car and there was some traffic he called and said he’d be here momentarily and that we should start the discussion with out him,” said the man who talked first
“Ok” said Brad’s mom “The dinning rooms this way”
Brad heard footsteps going towards the dinning room and waited for them to stop before his thoughts came out. How they could start with out my dad, was the first thought into his. It made no sense if they were here for a business deal. Brads curiosity was then increased when he heard what he thought was his name in the conversation.
Brad crept down the stairs being thankful they were carpeted or else he knew that they would have heard him. He made his way into the kitchen and then dove behind the counter when he heard the sink on in the bathroom. He watched as a medium sized man with hair as black as pure darkness, he waited until he walked into the hall before he left his hiding place. Brad crawled into the living room and then went out the back door.
Brad crept through the grass in the back yard making his over to the dinning room window hoping it would be open. Brad made his way there and to his luck it was open, and positioned him self directly under it. Brad strained his ears to listen but all he heard was silence. Surprised, Brad turned around and slowly raised his head level with the window trying not be seen. Brad looked in only to see it was empty, he slowly curved his head and saw them sitting in the living room through a glass door. Brad got up from under the window and then walked to the front door only to find it locked.
Great now I am stuck out here thought Brad then let out a sigh. He could not very well go through the back door and if he knocked, his mom would think he was sneaking out and breaking his grounding.
Brad began to circle the house looking for a way in, he checked the tree next to his window but his window was closed. Next he came to the back porch and saw the bath room on the second floor open he sighed knowing there was no way up and kept going. Then he saw it, Brad walked over to the open window that lead to the dinning room. He looked in to find the dinning room still empty and no one was looking in near it in the living room. He slowly raised him self into the window, and then he swung his legs in and his body out holding onto the ledge and then just slide in the room. He quickly made his way over to the living room so not to be seen but before he was even near the kitchen, he heard foot steeps.
Brad darted out into the hallway and then dove into the bathroom, he closed the door and laid his back against it and then heard knocking at the door. Quickly Brad looked for a hiding place and his eyes landed on the cabinet under the sink. Brad flung the cabinet door open and dove in closing him self into the confined space just as the door opened. The cabinet was very small with hundreds of bottles on the bottom and pipes lining the walls, all of the things made the all ready uncomfortable space unbearable. Brad wanted to move some stuff in the cramped space but he knew that if he moved he would make noise. Brad listen carefully hoping the man came in to make a phone call. Brad heard a series of tones that he knew was the sound of a call being made, he waited a few moments and then he heard the first voices.
“Hello, Vincent” there was a pause “yes this Edward” there was another pause “Yes everything has been set up” there was a pause “Yes tonight” there was yet another pause “yes the scan we got has been confirmed” Brad heard a click and guessed he closed the phone.
He heard the door close and then he left his small hiding place, he tried to work out what he had heard, what could happen tonight and why would a banker need to know about scans. As Brad tried to put what he knew together, he realized that none of it really made sense and had nothing---as far as he knew---to do with him. Brad had realized that he was spying and risking more punishment just because he thought he heard his name and that could have just been his mom telling them how she had a kid.
Brad made his way up stairs and then grabbed his book and jumped on his bed hoping that he could fill the three weeks ahead of him with books. Hours later Brad finished his book, threw it on to his beanbag, and checked his watch. It was 5:23; He got up and searched his closet for the next book in the series that he had got with the other one. He found it covered in a pile of shirts that must have fallen off the rack, and lay in bed and started it. He tried to read but he could not concentrate, he just started at the wall, he heard a sound that he recognized as his phone vibrating. Brad picked up his Phone that was placed on his nightstand and flipped it open, he brought to his ear.
“Hello” Brad said in a bored tone
“Hey it’s Nick,” said Nick in a slightly agitated tone
“What’s up?” asked Brad somewhat gland to hear a voice other then his Mom and his own for the first time today
“Hey where were you today?” asked Nick
“What do you mean?” Brad said slightly confused
“You were supposed to come and say your mom had another charity project that she wants my help for so they would lift my grounding and I could leave the house,” explained Nick with a slight matter a fact kind of tone
“Oh yeah” said Brad he had totally forgotten “Sorry I would have but I got grounded for being late yesterday”
“How long”
“Three weeks”
“For being late to help with a bake sale”
“Yeah well she added 2 more for trying to tell my side and get out of it, I wish my dad had been home he always lets me tell my side un-like my mom who just deals it out and it’s final” Just then Brad heard someone come up the stairs “sorry gotta go my mom said no phone”
“K see ya”
Brad heard the dial tone and the closed his phone and placed it on the night stand a mere second before there was a knock on the door.
“It’s open” Brad called out and his mom came in to the room
“Hey what I say about using the phone,” said his mom. While Brad’s mom may be clueless when it came to his dads work, but when I came to rules she could tell if you broke even if you were just about to break it.
“How did you know?” said Brad bewildered
“The front screen lights on” she said and Brad looked and sure enough there was a glow on top of the phone. “So what do want for dinner, you can have what ever you want everyone else is gone”
“I thought dad got back today”
“Well he was suppose to, but he got called into a conference back in the up state office, he won’t be back till the end of the week”
“Aw man he said he was going to take me to the open tomorrow,” Brad said disappointed his dad had gotten tickets to the US open and even though he wasn’t sure if had been allowed to go he was disappointed
“I’ll take you,” said Brad’s mom in an upbeat tone
“Really I thought I wasn’t going to be able to go” said brad happily “unless dad came and gave the fair punishment” Brad said the last part with a smile and watched his mom give him an angry look
“What do you mean fair punishment?” said his mom
“Mom you grounded me for three weeks because I was late to your bake sale because Rachel forgot to wake me up like she said she would”
“Well I guess it was a little unfair,” said his mom “I guess I was just a little peeved because no bought my brownies” said his mom and then she gave a pout “I guess I can make it one week”
“Really, cool now I can go to the concert next week”
“I guess” with that Brad’s mom left and Brad went back to his book
* * *
Brad lay awake that night with to many thoughts in his head; he knew that what he had heard to day made no sense but for some reason he felt in danger because of it. He tried to convince him self it was just he self-being paranoid but he could not shake it off.
I only heard my name that does not mean anything
Well maybe it does better to be safe then sorry
Yeah but what can I be sorry for
Yeah but I’m no ordinary kid I touched and absorbed electricity
Yeah but why would a banker need that what he going to do make his electrical bill extra high turn me into a body guard I mean I can’t even control my powers
Well then maybe, I should try to use them maybe I can control them and use them to help
Brad milled his last thought over for a while then decided to do it; He climbed out from under his covers and then switched on his lamp next to his bed. Brad twisted his head trying to get a crick out and then stretched out his arms. Brad took a deep breath in and exhaled heavily, he closed his eyes and began to picture lightning, pictures of storms leaded through his thoughts but nothing happened. Brad tried again this timing going with some more like what he did the night before, Brad let out a whispering scream and concentrated on his hands but still nothing. Brad disappointed struck is night table with his fist and then it happened, as Brads hand pounded onto the table a weird wave came out. The wave would have been invisible but and unnoticed but for two thing, the first was the fact that there a very faint movement that reminded him of people in movies that turned invisible, that how you could see the movement but more of an outlined look.
The second thing was that as the wave emerged his watch which had been sitting there---as if it always did when he slept---had been pushed off the stand by an invisible force. Separately these would have meant nothing, he would thought that he was tired and his eyes were playing tricks on him---for the wave--- or that when he hit the table it slanted and the watch feel off. However, together they meant something, especially when he added his occurrence from last night, But what Brad thought that he absorb electricity but now he seemed to be a telekinetic. Brad milled many thoughts around his head but only a few made sense to him, he picked up a note pad and then wrote down a few things:
Theories and info
Known:
Mom had a so-called bank discussion with dad’s bosses with out him
Might have had a conversation on him
Something has been confirmed to happen to night
Have discovered I have powers
Can absorb electricity and release some sort of wave or pulse
Have no control
Theories:
Something will be happening tonight that will happen to me
My powers are tied into this somehow
My power might be to release electric pulses that control magnetism and I must absorb electricity to do it.
Brad closed the notebook and then slid into a hole in his pillow he used to hide things; Brad mulled what he had written in his head again. Brad concluded that they might make no sense but still make more sense then all the others, he thought about his other ideas. His parents were aliens and his powers were part of his races natural abilities and the men were here to discuss plans to take over earth, he was exposed to gamma radiation while he was young and he had mutated and obtained his powers and the men that visited were here to discuses killing him. And---this one amused him the most--- that he was part of a secret government project, that his parents signed him up for and the powers came from that and the men were here to discuss bring him back to test his powers and experiment on him.
Brad abounded his thoughts and then, he begun to try to use his powers once more. This time Brad pounded his hand on the table once more and it happened again pushing the lamp to the edge just barley staying on. Brad amazed did it once more, this time harder, his hand hit the table and he heard a loud thump and many crashes. The lamp that had barley been on fell off the table but it did not end there, the lamp was carried from there and hit his wall across the room. Other then the lamp his heater cover banged against the heater with a loud thump followed by a clanging sound, also a small jar that was on his dresser that was full of change that he was going to change into dollars soon had flown, off the dresser and onto the floor and rolled into the door and broke and some of the change just hung in the air suspended for a few seconds and then fell.
“Wow” Braid said in amazement Brad. Brad brought his hands to his face to move his hair but that was a mistake. As soon has his hands touched his head they let out a wave that shocked his brain and knocked him out.
Chapter End

CHAPTER 2

That night there was a crash and his window was shattered open and a small grenade like devise dropped into his room filling it with knock out gas---not that it helped Brad was to deep in sleep to be woken.
The men made quick work there were only four of them, one of them strip the covers of Brads bed and another helped him to carry Brad to the window and then dropped him to a trampoline set at the bottom. Brad hit it with and a squeaking sound emerged from it and he bounced several times before he settled on the black surface only to be whisked away by the same men who had thrown him out the window.
Brad was carried to a helicopter like vehicle that had landed in the middle of the field that rested across from his home. The helicopter like thing had landed with almost no sound and so no one had seen it yet. While this happened the other two men that had come in to his room had split up one had quickly grabbed a few cloths for Brad and stuffed them into a bag for some reason. The other man had went down stairs not even bothering to be quiet he had checked and knew no one was down stairs and anyone who heard him would think Brad was going down stairs for a drink. The man set a small silver pod with a green glass like top on to the kitchen counter and left the house with the other man.
The two men climbed into the helicopter like vehicle---which was a vehicle that was named scorpion 4 and was the newest model of the scorpion. They found Brad lying down on a bench with three leather straps attached to metal hooks over him. Brad was knocked out cold and thanks to the gas bomb he would stay that way for at least another 7 hours and the trip only took about 10 minutes in the vehicle they were in.
* * *
Brad woke up slowly and was immediately shocked at what he saw; Brad was in a very small cube shaped room with no visible door just a hole. The room contained a singled bunk bed, a small chair that he was now strapped to, a toilet, a sink that was next to the toilet and perhaps the most frightening of all a man.
The man in front of him was wearing a suit that looked strange as if he had only worn it because he was forced to. The man looked old not to old though he looked around his late thirties of early forties, he wore a hat but Brad could make out small traces of white hair poking out. His eyes looked unnatural, they were green a dark bay green but that was not it, they looked serious to serious even for his age as if the man had been hardened at a young age.
“Hello Bradley” said the man in front of him His voice sounded familiar as if he had heard it before but he could not remember where “How are you, I assume you have many question and they will be answered once you answer some of mine though”
“Okay, and I prefer Brad by the way” Brad said, He new he had to remain calm no matter how hard it was cause if went out of control who knows what happen to him.
“Of course you do I should have figured that” said the man “I am Mister Freeman”
“Nice to meet you, I’d shake your hands but my hands” said Brad “so what’s your first question” Brad wanted to get this over as quickly as possible so he could start asking his own.
“Ah egger to begin I admire that epically under these circumstances” Mr. Freeman flicked through some papers on a clip board before he began.” So you live in New York City New York.”
“Yes”
“You have two sisters named Rachel and Kelly Rachel has black hair and is 17 and Kelly also has black hair is 13 and your fraternal twin and is currently at summer camp”
“Yes but Rachel is 16”
“Ah mistakes I just hate them” said the man with an up beat smile Brad found quiet disturbing. He took out a pen from his shirt pocket and crossed something out and replaced it. “So you live with two parents your dad a backer and your mom does a lot of charity work”
“Yes”
“That is all I really needed to know, now you may ask your questions, and I will answer to the highest of my ability”
All at once thoughts rushed through Brads head and he was over come with curiosity and fear. “Okay” Brad said he was having trouble keeping his mind and his mouth separate right now “first where am I”
“You’re a secret military base”
“Where is the base?”
“I’m not allowed to say”
“How did you know where I was?”
“We have been keeping under watch for a long time”
“Why”
“Because of your power”
Brad was taken back by that, how did he know about his powers “what powers” Brad said; he had decided to pretend like he knew nothing about them. “I mean I may be the best on the track team but I wouldn’t consider that a power more like a talent”
“Brad there is no point”
“What do you mean” said Brad making the most confused face he could
“Brad don’t play dumb I know that you have powers, you might not know it, though that is very unlikely, but you do and from our readings electrical absorption and magnetic wave release.” Mr. Freeman gave brad a look and he knew there was no point lying.
“Fine, I give I have powers, but why and how do I have them” asked Brad
“Okay Brad, but keep in mind this might take some time to explain so get comfortable”
“Yeah don’t think that’s and option” said Brad shaking his cuffs again
Mr. Freeman ignored Brad and began. “This all started the year after WWII before you were born Brad, as I told you already I work for the government and back then we had come to a slight dilemma. You see there had been much worry going on among the politicians about another war and how they needed a weapon and so they came to us. It took us another two years before we had come up with the idea, as you can probably guess to give powers to people. It took us years to get the formula right-”
“How long” Brad interrupted
“It took us 50 years to be exact, and I would like you to not interrupt me. I myself didn’t come in until 1967 when I was 25 and by then we had had no more progress then when they started, and it stayed that way until 1979. That was the year when Michael Striker came into the picture, he was only 27 but ye he was able to piece together every lose end and missing link we had and perfected it. We finally had the formula and thought it was perfect until we tested it, out subject was a 2 year old baby and we had high hoped for him but they fell and we continued working on it with no more luck until 1993. The thing is the formula did not come in to effect on adults, which was whom we had tested first, and we thought on children to until the same baby had demonstrated powers at the age of fifteen which is around the age that …” Mr. Freeman paused as id waiting for and answer, “Well do you know, I guess not, it is puberty and it was the key apparently the formula needed to adapt to the body first and figure it out. Then when it had settled the hormones change it and lets it come out and affect the body giving the powers.” Mr. Freeman stopped to take a sip of water from a bottle under his seat then began again. “Now that we had figured that out we also discovered a huge flaw, see with out know the reaction to hormones we had know that it had a slight adverse reaction to them-”
“How adverse” said Brad who was now afraid what might happen to him
“Don’t worry it wasn’t that bad just a slight case of cancer.” Mr. Freeman saw the look of fear on Brads face increase at the mention of the word. “Don’t worry Brad we have changed the formula, to eliminate the adverse reaction.” He said in an attempt to calm Brad down “now where was I again, oh yes the adverse reaction. With the addition of hormones we had to change the formula to let it work which took two years to do. And by then it had been 1995, does that sound familiar to you, it should.”
“Yeah it was the year I was born.” said Brad.
“Yes and also the year that the project began and we began to screen the parents of babies to be to find the perfect one to test the formula on. We had narrowed it down to 30 groups and then we waited for them to be born and took the final screenings and then decided on the baby. You want to know who that baby was Brad”
“Sure why not, do I know him or her”
“Well I guess you could say that, because you see that baby was you”
“Why did you chose me over so many others I’m no different then other kid I’m not that strong, I’m smart but that smart, I mean all I am is tall”
“that’s why, we wanted someone, who was going to be normal blend in, not draw attention, now we might not have picked you if we knew you height, but what done is done. So any way after we injected you, we came back after awhile to see if the formula was fine which would be easily found just by looking at a small blood sample. You reacted fine and so then we did it again, and again and again until we had enough of them to make an army or, but even a small army with your people would be the force of an army and more.”
“So you done because I got a questions”
“Yes we are done and you may ask your question”
“Okay first, how many did you inject?”
“Well I don’t know the exact amount but around 1,000 of them”
“And there all thirteen”
“No we ended the injection point at four so anyone from an hour to three years and eleven months in 1995 so they could be from thirteen to 16”
“And are you planning to capture them all now or just a few of them”
“No we plan to get everyone of them as soon as their powers come out and then when all of them have been taken in we plan to do it again and again repetitively” Brad took this in and then went silent “is that all young Bradley
“Yes Mr. Freeman”
“Good, now we can get to the real reason I’m here”
“And what’s that’s”
“Well you see Brad you are here cause of you powers and we want your help and we will have it one way or another and so feel it is best to give a choice”
“Ok what are my choices?”
“Well you can either help us by become an officer, which is an enforcer-”
“Can you give me a better explanation?”
“-Very well, an officer has a few jobs; one is to guard the prisons and labs, to bring in other special people and to bring back escapes. Or you can become which the lab men call a rat, which is basically a human lab rat. They will do experiments on you and find more about developed, new formula version of the powers to improve it” Mr. Freeman stopped and gave Brad some time to think.
The decision shouldn’t have been hard, the officer jig would be better and less painful, but for some reason he was repulsed by that decision. Brad tried to say officer but his body stopped him from it, he knew he couldn’t do it, it be like him killing part of him self. But the other one might actually kill part of him; he was torn between two sides and didn’t know what to do. Then as if some one was controlling him the words flowed out of his head.
“I’ll go with prisoner I’d rather die then help a wacko like you, you disgust me. I mean how can you do this with out even a pinged of guilt, you must be a monster.”
Mr. Freeman looked shocked by the comment, he had thought of brad as polite and nice and this had struck him so quickly.
“well then if that is what you chose very well, I will have a guard come by in a moment to un-cuff you and then you will be heading to your first lab session” with that Mr. Freeman walked over to the hole in the wall and stood there as to small cameras that brad had not noticed scan him. There was a flicker at the hole and then brad realized that the hole was protected by a force field of some kind, which drained all hoped of him escaping.
A moment later a guard came in to his cell and un-cuffed him leaving with out a single word. Brad got out of the chair and walked around rubbing his wrists, it was only now that Brad noticed how uncomfortable a position he was in and tried to stretch his body to get rid of the pain. After a few minutes of stretching he went to lie on the bed trying to organize his thoughts and all the info he was given and then all of a sudden gave a laugh. He had just realized something the theory that he thought was the most ludicrous of them all had been the true one, like always Brad had had the right thought just didn’t believe himself to be right.
Brad began to think on that if he had right about this strange theory then maybe he was right about others. He thought back to some things he had once thought to be lies, his neighbor who he had seen with a bomb, maybe he really had been a terrorist, maybe the lady that was picking up bones in the street really was a witch and was going to a ritual of some sort. No those were just sill ideas that I had made up cause I was five and hated my neighbor brad told him self and then remind him self to stay on the task at hand. He had to figure a way out of here and fast before he died because of those psychos. Brad knew he needed to figure out how to get out but first he wanted to figure out what was going on.
What do I know so far?
Theses guys gave me powers for a war, I was hand picked out of millions of babies for the sake that he was normal or was normal at least for an hour or two, you know and hour or two would make a great band name, he also knew that this was a government place somewhere, maybe area 51 he could be next door to the U.F.O. maybe they have there own alien for a pet that be awesome. This was when Brad started to notice something, he felt like he couldn’t concentrate anymore and that his brain was not in his control. Brad realized that they must have drugged him, he looked around for some for it to come out from and his eyes landed on a small air duct that looked barley big enough for a mouse on the floor. Brad crawled over the vent and took a whiff and sure enough he could smell something that was not air or anything close to it. Brad now could feel himself slipping out of consciousness and he began to feel his eyelids close and darkness and silence engulf him into a familiar feeling of sleep.

* * *

Brad slowly entered back into his conciseness, he rubbed his eyes and tried to stretch out but he was in a small space, he stretched out the best he could in the small cylinder. Brad opened his eyes and looked around and saw he was in some sort of plastic or glass tube, around him he saw men and women in white coats typing things into computers and writing out notes. Around the room tables were set up with computers with giant screens, there were a couple strange looking cameras in one corner, and some sort or weapons in another, the floor. Brad looked down at his body and saw it covered in little white dots, Brad tried to take one of and then he saw a group of people look up as if noticing him for the first time. One lady came over and pressed a button and brad hear a hum that was followed by a voice
“oh hello experiment one” said the lady coldly with no emotion except when she said experiment, at that word her voice was slightly excited as if he was a new science project for her.
“Actually I prefer Brad” said Brad knowing that it would not change her mind.
“That does not matter you will be addressed as experiment one, we feel it takes away the human in the experiments for us and them.” She had pressed another button and brad saw something started to rise out from the cylinder; it was a long silver rod came out with a ball on top. The ball on top of the rod sparked and then began to shut lightning out. “Now experiment 001, sense your power is to bring in electricity I want you to absorb all you can, and when you’re full release it or give some sort of signal.”
Brad reached out for the orb cautiously and then the first spark hit him, the bolt hit him on the wrist and closed his eyes afraid of the pain but felt nothing. Brad touched the orb this time and what should have, killed him just disappeared, it did no damage but some else entirely the electricity was making him stronger. He put his other hand onto the orb and then put his hands into a formation to cover as much as possible. Brad was doing this for a good 3 minutes and then he felt the first of the pain. One moment he was getting stronger the next brad was feeling pain, not a strong pain more like a sting you get from a paper cut. Brad immediately removed his hands, from the ball and he felt the stinging gently fade away, but he could that it had left its mark. He saw the scientists all gather around his computer astonished for some reason he did not know, the same scientist that had been there before came back.
“001, now please follow me to our next room” she said and pressed another button and the glass was picked up allowing him out
“And why are you letting me do this I could easily escape” Brad asked, while stretching out more.
“Because of this” Before Brad could react the scientist had clamped down a metallic ring onto his wrist that gave a click of a lock. Brad examined the ring, it was blue, with a silver rod that connected it at the bottom, and at the top had a plastic cover that gave off red glow.
“What is this” said Brad trying to figure it out
“That is a power suppressor, and a tracking device, in case you can make it past the guards” She lead him in a corridor, the corridor was decorated cells all of which force fields were down and empty, but a signal. The cell was occupied by to men, one of them was a tall and skinny kid with who looked about 14, and the other one was medium sized with a nice build with dirty blonde hair and looked 15. The two kids were arguing over something but stopped when they saw Brad; the one with red hair looked at him and mouthed something.
“Get out and fast” Brad thought he mouthed
Now that Brad was closer to the cell he could see them better and now knew he had to get out. Both of the kids had more burses then regular skin, they had a bunch of scratches on their arms and legs; Bard could also see that the most of the cuts were infected. Both of them had bags under their eyes and acne covering their faces. All in all they both looked terrible and terrified to be here. The scientist walked past them with out some much of a glance, Brad followed, nodding his head as he did so, to show them that he understood.
Brad kept down the hall until they came to dead end.
“So are we lost or are you here to murder me where no one can see” said Bard blandly.
“Oh you slay me one” the scientist said sarcastically and then she went on one knee and at the exact time a pad emerged out of the wall. A red light emerged from the pads top; it scanned the scientist whole face, lingering at the eyes for the most time. There was clicking sound and the button of the pad slid down to reveal a number pad. She got up and went over to the pad brad tried to follow but she signaled him down and punched in a series of numbers each with a loud beeping tone. The wall then slip upward to reveal an open passage.
She gave a come here gesture and he followed her into a circular room. The room had door ways that went every possible way, but before he was more then a step in a guard put something to his eyes and he was blinded.
“Hey what’s going on” bard said waving his arms around blindly.
“We can not risk you know the way out of here” she said
After that he felt himself get lifted off the floor and then he was placed belly under on a man’s shoulder. Brad felt a bump every step as he made his way down the hall. About 20 minutes late he felt the rush of cold fresh air, he was continued to be carried for another minute. Brad was brought into a air conditioned building and was placed back onto the ground, and was
Un-blind folded.
Brad looked around, he was in a large domed area, and it looked plain with nothing in it though. He saw the scientist walk through a door to his left and disappear. Then he was left in the dome as the guard left looking the door after him. He heard a faint clicking sound; he looked at his wrist and saw the rings lock come off. Brad took off the mechanism and hurled it across the room.
“Hello number 1” Brad heard the scientist that lead him there voice echo through the dome. “Now we are here to test your powers”
“How” Asked Brad looking trying to find here and then saw a glass window, he couldn’t see through it but guessed it was a one way.
“You’ll see: she said coldly.
Brad looked around the room confused. As far as he could see there was nothing around him. Then he heard it. It was the sound of grinding metal and the wisp of air. He looked up to see a giant mallet coming down on him. He had just enough time to jump out of the way before it struck the floor he once inhabited. He felt the whole room shake has it hit the floor and were silence once was, was now the sound of clanging metal.
Brad laid on his back his head hurting from the pounding around him. As the sound him died down he finally heard the faint buzzing that had been there. He turned around just in time to see a huge saw approaching him. He quickly tucked his legs in and the saw just missed him, slicing off the rubber on his sneakers.
Brad quickly got up and ran. He was now aware that all around him the domes interior was peeling away to revel an assortment of weapons. He ran dodging the onslaught all around him. He jumped up just barley avoiding a barrage of needles aimed at him. He dove under a mallet and passed under mere seconds before it crashed down. He quickly veered of just before red hot plate stabbed toward him. Brad was completely out of breath with his head pounding and heart pumping. He kept running his legs sore from a few hits he had taken. Brad suddenly couldn’t move and stood helpless in the middle of the dome.
Then he felt the ground under him sift and he began to rise. He looked down and saw that he was on a platform and it was slowing bring him away from the ground and into pure danger. He quickly jumped off the platform and landed squarely onto top of some sort of gun. The gun he was on then began to crumple under the new weight as if its hinges were barley strong enough to hold the gun.
The device began to fall and brad knew he had mere seconds before he hit the ground. He new it was to dangerous it was not because he was high up but because what was in the gun could blow him up if it fell. He jumped up and he grabbed onto some ledge. He pulled him self onto the platform he was on before. The plat form was still rising and as he looked up he saw there was another beam coming out of the ceiling. Brad jumped of this time not onto anything but the ground below.
He looked down and then when he was not even a 5 feet above the ground another platform rose up this one very fast. The platform caught him and then kept rising. He rolled off the platform and then hit the floor. As he got up brad realized how hurt he was. He may have dodged most of the attacks but he had gotten a few good hits on him. He made his way to the wall and then turned around to see all the weapons trained on him. They were making their way towards him. In one last effort of defense Brad shot his hands forward blocking his face. Then he heard the sound of ripping metal. He looked up and saw the same barley visible waves moving across the room.
The wave hit all the weapons in the room and they were ripped a part by it. All of the weapons hit the floor turning it into a junk yard. Brad collapsed now feeling drained; he hit the ground and fainted on contact

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