I punched him in the nose. Now we're friends.

“ARGH! Where the fuck did he go?!”

After roaming the crowded streets in search of Reina and her kidnapped, Fayth was becoming increasingly frustrated at the lack of clues that would lead to their whereabouts. She was also finding her silent tagalong annoying, as he offered no help at all in her search-and-rescue mission. He was, however, a convenient target for her outburst of anger over the helplessness of the situation, and as such, she turned her irritated attention to him.

“And you aren’t helping, so why are you even following me?”

She was once again met with silence, which fanned the flames of her fury into a devastating inferno of aggressive emotions that spilled out from her. Caught up in her own rage, Fayth failed to notice that her intensive and hostile emotions were influencing the people passing by her and the blind tagalong. Her mental influence wasn’t coercively strong to reflect back upon her, but it was enough to shift behaviours. People became temporarily harsh and unfriendly, as apologises turned into insults and nudges became shoves. Thankfully though, most of them simply went on their way after their brief hostility with each other.

A hand pressed down on her shoulder, to which Fayth immediately responded by turning around and using her momentum to throw a punch at the person stopping her. Not surprisingly, Fayth had punched the blind man following her. He fell to the floor, clutching his now bloodied nose. His face looked panicked and his unfocused eyes were darting everywhere, as if trying to see the world all at once.

“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?!”, Fayth almost screamed at him. But despite her heated words, they did not reach his ears. Fayth was about to turn and resume her search, but she caught his eyes as they focused back upon her and their gazes met for a brief moment. It was long enough to halt Fayth as her mind flashed back to a memory buried deeply some time ago. In her mind, the frightened eyes remained the same as the scenery changed, and the face of the blind man warped into that of the bully who had harassed and assaulted her younger brother. Just as the facial features re-emerged, the memories of guilt and shame came rushing back to her as she was reminded of the bully’s fate, done by her hands. Although she had not known about her powers, she used them to destroy the bully’s mind, as guided by her intent and will. The bully, only slightly older than her brother, would now live his life in a comatosed state for an indefinite time. Once again, Fayth remembered the extent of her abilities and how destructive she had acted, as those panicked eyes shocked the foundations of her emotions. Tears started to well up in her eyes and she began to speak but only managed a stutter before breaking into sobs. She crumbled to the ground and avoided the gaze of the blind man, as well as ignoring the presence of people passing by and their now concerned thoughts.

A lone presence drew close to her and she felt arms surround her, pulling her gently into the comfort of their own body. Their close proximity felt almost intimate and warming, but Fayth's body and heart welcomed the reassurance and safety that it desperately needed. Their hand found the back of her head, stroking it gently as they made quiet, soothing sounds. Fayth leaned closer into the hug and stayed there for an entirely while her torrenting emotions began to gradually settle down. Once she was feeling calmer, Fayth looked up, only to be surprised to find that it was the blind man hugging her close to him. His face was a bloody mess and his nose was slightly out of shape, but the bleeding had stopped, and she found his eyes staring blankly down at her.

"W-w-why?", she asked timidly, as the sight of his face reminded her of how she had treated him only moments before. But her question was met with his usual silence, but rather than irritate her as it had done before, Fayth greeted it with gratefulness. She was reminded at how Reina would have similarly comforted Fayth during her emotional breakdowns, and although they had only recently met, the blind man was offering the same comfort to her despite not knowing each other. It was at that moment that Fayth realised that the blind man genuinely meant to assist her find her friend, and his additional presence would be helpful than if she was on her own.

"Um, thank you. I'm...sorry about...your nose.", she apologised awkwardly as they both rose gradually from the floor and attempted to fix their chaotic appearances.

"Let's go. My friend still needs me.", as she once again met that silence expected of the blind man. They both set off down the street, and Fayth was silently glad that she had a companion backing her in this search.

-

"Wait."

Fayth stopped upon the command of that single word, but rather than wait for her blind companion to explain, she instantly bombarded him with questions.

"What? Did you find something? Are we close?!"

But her desperate questions were met by his typical silence, which although she had become accustomed to, irritated her on this occasion. Instead, she saw his answer by the movement of his arm and out-stretched finger, pointing at the source of the blind man's halt. Fayth followed it and found that he was pointing at a busy trail of ants. Fayth looked closely at it and saw that something was different about the trail. It was a neatly formed line of ants, moving in a singular formation towards one direction, and their movements was exactly and strangely precise to each other, the motion of one ant was the same as any other in that trail. Following the trail in the direction that it was moving, Fayth saw other trails of ants joining with the singular line and they moved as one towards their particular direction.

"Follow the trail of my beauties, if you see to see your friend, alive...".

As that recent memory resurfaced within her thoughts, a spark was ignited as the words fuelled her with anger and reminded her of the person who took her friend away. Despite their futile search, the peculiar sight of the ants became a reassurance that she would find her friend. It was only clue they had come across so far, but Fayth knew deep down that this phenomenon was not a casual coincidence. Her upsurge of rage began to transform into a fierce force that she thought she had been losing for some time now. 

Hope.

“This is it! Come on!”, Fayth almost screamed as she grabbed the blind man’s hand and dragged him with her, following the trail to their unknown destination.

Two heads are better than one.

Insects of all kind invaded the small coffee shop, and panic soon erupted that crippled Fayth and grated against her psychic senses. People hastily escaped from their chairs and tables to the open safety of the road and the other side of the street. The coffee shop had also been infested by the bugs, and more people were rushing in the same direction towards wherever they would be safe. Screams could be heard from both inside and outside of the coffee shop, though this was quickly muffled by the buzzing of the winged insects. Nearby the coffee shop, innocent civilians scuffled away and stopping once they were out of the immediate danger. Despite this, no-one made any attempts to help those still trapped inside the coffee shop, and whilst they were concerned about the severity of the situation, there were no actions taken to call for emergency services. Rather, bystanders simply looked around to see if anyone else had taken up the responsibility, yet not bothering themselves to take out their own phones.

Fayth observed glimpses of this while being overwhelmed by the onslaught of anxiety and panic that struck her deeply, like blades of distress pinning her to her chair. She was shaking intensely, as she also felt the bugs physically crawling on her from the insects on the ground and the insects in the air. The sensation was irritatingly ticklish as the legs of multiple bugs explored her all over. As they made contact with her, through all the distress of the public and the wriggling of the insects, Fayth felt something else with her psychic senses. The feeling was almost gleeful, yet malicious in nature like the events taking place was satisfying to someone.

In that moment, Fayth swooped her gaze to Reina in an attempt to mentally contact her. Reina's immediate response to the unfolding events had been to stand her ground and locate where the source of the insect invasion. But due to the masses of winged bugs, her vision was blurred and she was forced to protect herself and her face from the swarms flying everywhere. Instinctively, Reina had held her hands out in an attempt to use her powers. To her surprise, she looked up from her outstretched arms and found that the insects surrounding her had been suspended in the air, frozen in the time that she could control once again. Wasting no time, Reina resorted to the other spectrum of her abilities and proceeded to accelerate the lifespans of the bugs, and swarm by swarm, they died and withered away in a blink of an eye.

But Reina had her limits and she was nearing the end of hers. Accelerating time, especially the short lifespan of insects, was relatively easy compared to the ongoing effort to freezing or slowing time down. But the constant accelerations began to take it's toll upon her and she was beginning to feel the drain of overexerting her powers. In the moment that Fayth turned her attention to Reina, she could sense and knew that her friend would only have moments before she too was overwhelmed by the bugs.

Several things happened from that moment onwards. In the midst of the chaotic scene, a higher pitched scream broke out and Fayth sensed a change from the confusion and panic to fear and terror emitting from the crowd of bystanders. A moment later, a large, black, disproportionate, winged figure swooped from above Fayth's field of vision and snatched her best friend from her defiant stance. Exhausted from her extensive time accelerating, the shock of the impact knocked her unconscious and she became limp in the arms of her winged kidnapper.

"Follow the trail of my beauties, if you wish to see your friend, alive...", the winged kidnapper shouted as he flew away with Reina.

Another moment later after the departure of the winged kidnapper and her friend, Fayth felt a sudden pressure nearby being built up. Sound seemed to become distorted around her and the pressure eased off as the pent up energy was released. The warped sounds snapped back to normality as the invading insects collapsed and fell from their places, dying from whatever had been released. Silence followed immediately as the last of the bugs died, which gave Fayth time to recover from her psychic shock. Yet, even after the nauseating effects of her psychic shackles, a burning determination exploded within her that ignored the discomforts she was self-inflicting upon herself.

"REINA!!", Fayth shouted both mentally and physically, despite the rawness of her mind and senses. Once the aftershocks of her mental overload wore off, Fayth set off on a sprint in the direction of where the winged kidnapper went and ignored people who expressed concern for her.

After a while of sprinting that gradually became an exhausted, light jog, Fayth stopped to take a moment to rest and to stuck fresh oxygen back into her lungs. She looked up quickly to see if she could spot any signs of where the winged kidnapper would have gone, but she had lost the trail a few streets back. All of a sudden, her psychic senses picked up a particular presence in the street behind her, one that was uniquely different to the ones she had felt before. She concentrated on it and sensed a curiosity and a desire, but not entirely sure what for. She whirled around to face whoever it may be, and almost bumped into tall, muscular man of African descent. He wore a simple plain light blue t-shirt that contrasted against his dark skin and tight shorts that Fayth had seen athletic runners wear on the track. At first glance, Fayth couldn't help but notice how his legs and arms bulged in his clothes, but eventually she snapped back to the reality of her situation.

"Oi, watch where you're going!", she said violently, which was emphasised by the push she gave to distance them both from each other.

"Sorry, I'm sorry.", the man said as he held his large hands up in an apologetic gesture. "Look, I saw what happened at the coffee shop, with your friend."

"Yeah? Like you did anything to help!", Fayth viciously spat back at him.

The man remained silent for a moment and Fayth could feel his reservation at wanting to reply back at her comment, but he quickly dismissed it. "I came after you because it's dangerous, whatever that thing is that took y-".

"I can handle myself, thank you very much."

"It didn't look like you could earlier..."

"Oh, and I suppose you're coming to help me, are you? What could you...", Fayth trailed off as her eyes wandered and noticed the way the man's gaze wasn't focused entirely on her. Rather, they weren't focused on anything in particular, yet they had an intense look, as if he was concentrating on something else. Fayth's intuition suddenly sprung to a conclusion and worked it out.

"You're blind! How are you going to help if you're bloody blind!?"

"Yes, I am.", the man said as he lowered his voice. "But I can help. It's like that saying, two heads are better than one.", he said and offered a smile to Fayth.

Before the man had even finished his sentence, Fayth had already fine tuned her senses and focused upon the superficial thoughts of the man before her. Although her senses became sensitive to stimuli around her, they wouldn't be a usual interference for a simple psychic task such as this one. Yet, what she found from her engagement with this man's thoughts was that she could hear noises more intensely and louder than before, and rather than hearing them with her ears, the sounds were present within her mind. The crunching of pedestrian's shoes hitting the ground, the hasty and heavy breathing of people as they went by on their daily journeys, the metallic shifts of mechanical gears operating within vehicles, and the blaring chattering of people from all directions as if she had been submerged in a very crowded room of cheering sports fans, amidst many other sounds of the urban life. Among the super concert of noises, Fayth picked up on a single thought from this man, but only barely:

I'll still see, just not like you do...

Fayth quickly withdraw her mind from his before she experienced a second psychic shock of that day. She looked up at the man again and directly into his eyes, which only stared blankly ahead of him. The urgency of her situation scratched at her again and she abruptly turned on her heels and spoke quietly enough for only the man to hear.

"Come if you want. Just don't get in my way."

Super-Sonic

Travis found himself dashing as fast as he could after the ever growing, distant echoes' of the steps taken by the man that had been watching Travis when he had been attacked by that creature. Who this guy would be, Travis had no idea but he felt in every fibre in his body that this person had answers, perhaps not the answer to everything, like how he was blind but could still see but maybe he knew who or what that thing he came across in the forest happened to be. It was possible that the very person he was chasing might have sent his assailant after Travis but it was worth the risk, his life was full of unanswered questions, now was the time for a few answers. He had started running from the woods near his home and he had pounded the pavement as fast as he could but whoever he was chasing was faster. How he was so fast was still beyond Travis as he was a world class sprinter. Was it possible Travis wasn't the only one that had something a little bit special about him, he had never found anyone else as unique as him but he had heard of people being oddly gifted. It was only news stories or vague hints in newspaper articles he had heard people talk about but now it seemed to make a little more sense. He was stuck in his head, mind swirling and his heart pumping blood around his body as fast as it could to keep up with the pace he was setting in this chase. Eventually he had to stop as a new sensation washed over him, his sudden realisation of where he now was had stopped his feet in place.

An assault force of noise met his ears in rapid fire burst's, it was like train's were running through his mind at full speed, roaring and churning up the dust beneath them, confusing his mind with wave after wave of sound. It took him a few seconds to rebalance, an overload of sudden sound tended to knock him to the ground, he got up and slowly he fine tuned his ears trying to cancel out the excessive noise level of the hustle and bustle around him. Here he now stood in Novum Aurora, he stood at only the city limits now but already this place seemed so alive, humans so easily block out the grinding, the scrapping, clashing, breaking, bending and banging that goes on in a city everyday. Travis had remembered why he had never actually come this far into the city yet, he enjoyed the silence of nature, the noises that came from life itself was peaceful and created it's own melody, here the city made only shrill screams and coughed and spat into life disjointedly. It was as if flesh and metal were scrapped together in a sickening clash that could only offend the ears. He would slow his breathing down, focusing on his heart rate, every beat of his heart it filled his ears until it drowned out the incoming noise of the city's stifled cries of torment. He was fine now, he centred himself and prepared for what he was about to face, in the city he could not use his powers to guide him through the streets. People would see his dead eye's starring blankly out into the void, here he would be crippled, he would have to play the blind man routine and make his way after the man he had set out to find originally in a now limited capacity.

Travis was unsure of how he could find his target anymore, to quieten the noise around him, he would limit how far and wide he could listen for the same footsteps he had been following the whole way here. His last reference point was just as he entered the outskirts of the city but already he could tell he was some distance behind his quarry. He was already in the city now, perhaps if he took some time and looked for leads he might stumble upon something, after all, he wasn't going to get answers in his nice calm forest or find anything new waiting for him at his rather empty house. He could only strike further into the heart of the city, even if he could only hear those sounds that were close to him now that he had shut part of his abilities down, his target had a rather unique sound when they moved, it was if there was several legs all moving at once, giving a two person foot step count to Travis' ears but he had seen him and he clearly only had two, Travis wondered was it possible that someone was gifted with super human speed just as he was given his burden of super hearing. He wished he could have traded in his gift of blindness for something much cooler like super speed or strength, he was already pretty fast, being extra strong would of been rather nice he thought as after all, ladies love a strong man who can charm them. He pushed such shallow thoughts aside for the time being as the trail was only getting colder and soon it would be dead altogether, he had to get a move on and find something solid before he could return home in peace. Where to start was the problem, this city was a sprawling Metropolis of almost never ending skyline and pavement.

He started by heading straight north into the main part of the city, he figured it would be the best place to start, if you wanted to hide somewhere, hiding in plain sight in the middle of the busy street's of the city was the perfect cover. As he walked he past many odd sights to his eye's, while trying to stumble around blindly as if he had no sight, he noticed in the city no one had time for anyone. No one ever even seemed to question why he was stumbling around, some starred at him in the eye's and saw their cold glance gazing back only to hurriedly look away and pretend they had never set eye's on him. He felt cursed, in this place no one would even so much as look at him at the best of times, even more people just walked right into him uncaringly knocking him to and fro. In his head, he thought of just knocking back at some of the people that just walked into him, he had more strength than them and he could easily push them aside and teach them a lesson in manners but he didn't want to start a fight here and now, he was aiming for something much bigger and far more important. He disliked playing blind but people weren't ready to hear of a blind man that could see, so he continued only, blindly stumbling from street to street, sometimes he would try and stop people for directions and most people just moved on and disregarded him, others started giving directions but once they noticed he was blind they would apologise faintly and walk on.

He had walked around for an hour or so, every direction he went, more people pushed and shoved, people starred and swiftly walked on and then there were those, the worst of all, who took pity from a far, exclaiming how awful it was but swiftly heading back to their own lives uncaringly not even bothering to lower their voice to talk to them. He was blind, not deaf! He had walked a fair distance now, he moved at a good pace even while pretending to stumble about in the dark so he had made quite a bit of headway through the cities busy street's. He had passed road works earlier and the breaking and busting of the machinery had almost drove him insane, those sounds so close seemed like something was literally trying to saw it's way through his head, he staggered through that whole street, no longer faking his stumble as the pain had gone through him like a knife. Falling into a small alley at the end of the street, he sat down and caught back his concentration and awareness, slowing his heart rate down again and making his beating heart the only sound he could hear in his head. He stayed locked in a trance, constantly focusing on his heart trying to block out the noise's of machines to calm himself when suddenly, he felt a sensation he wasn't expecting. Someone was tapping him gently, it was strange, the boney little fingers that poked him where that of a child, they poked his shoulder as if trying to spur him into motion, the person poking him probably thought he had passed out in the alley or something.

When Travis looked up from the ground, he was greeted by the sight of a small, young girl. She stood over him in her pretty little blue dress, a curious look on her face as she examined the man in front of her. She didn't say anything to begin with she looked over him with a well meaning gaze and smiled when her eye's met his. She held out a hand to the man and spoke in a tone of complete serenity and without fear."Hey Mister, Do you need a hand up or something?" She held her hand out for Travis but she couldn't have been more than 7 or 8, she couldn't have held his weight to help lift him up, Travis pushed himself to his feet and starred at the child with his glassy eye's starring straight at her, she didn't seem to flinch or seem all that worried by his odd appearance, she gave off an aura off deep calm and peace, she wasn't afraid. Travis was about to turn and walk away and leave her behind when she spoke once more.
"Excuse me Mister, I know your probably really, really busy but I need help, I think I'm lost and I can't find my mommy." Normally Travis would have left anyone else behind, he was busy and this was only helping him get more and more lost in this sprawling megalith of man and machine. This little girl was the first person that had treated him like he was even there at all, something about this little girl was unusual however and sure enough he gave in and agreed to help her find her family. He was trying to push through the crowd hard and fast this time, he didn't care so much, there was a little hand wrapped around his own now and swiftly he darted in and out of people without them even seeing his eye's, every now and then the little girl would chirp up and give him another direction, she led him down all sorts of streets and every now and then she would lead him down a dead end path she would giggle and only start giving him more directions. He had travelled what felt like half the town when she suddenly stopped giving directions and the grip on his hand tightened. She started to dart off into a small alley and here she pulled Travis behind a bin, he had thought nothing much off it but he started to wonder why he was hiding behind a bin with a little girl, what was she afraid off and even more so, why would he be afraid of it, he was about to ask her why they were hiding and step out from the bin's they hid behind when a noise peeked his interest.

That familiar noise, like two people running simultaneous charged past and stopped just short of where they had took up their hiding position. It was like the kid had known something was following her, though why was the guy that had been watching him in the forest fighting that creature now be hunting down a little girl. The man made no noise and silently he creeped forward, he made enough noise for Travis to hear him but the little girl would have heard only stunning silence. The footsteps crept forward until it was only a few inch's from the bins they had hidden behind, Travis was preparing to pounce on his target and unleash a sound blast to defend himself when a new noise startled the man that was stalking the small child, a rowdy bunch of drunk men came clambering down the road, cheer and jeering as they went. The man, clearly didn't want anyone raining on his parade and swiftly he bolted but not down the street, instead on the building opposite he started charging towards the wall. Travis thought he was going to run head first into the wall but instead to his amazement his ears heard the man hit the wall and he dashed with such speed it carried him up the buildings wall and soon the noise was gone as he hit the top of the building leaving everyone on the street none the wiser as to what had happened in only just a few seconds. Travis allowed the drunken yobs to pass him by before he and his new found companion ventured out from behind their hidey-hole. She still gripped his hand tightly, she seemed so apprehensive from the whole scenario but then as swiftly as she had clamped down on his hand her grip released and she let go of Travis' hand altogether now and peered around each corner and came back to meet Travis' eyes.

"Thanks, I didn't really lose my mommy, I..I just can't let that bad man find me.... You should watch out encase he comes back for you... He knows about... us.." Her voice was broken now, it seemed that talking off this man had somewhat destroyed her ever present sereneness from before. She had no sooner said the words than she had sprinted away and left Travis behind. Her words had left Travis' mind reeling, "he knows about... us" what had she meant by that? She was gone and now Travis was left with even more question and even less answers for them than ever before. He was now left standing in a part of the city he had no recollection of where it was or how he had even managed to get there, that little girl had led him so far astray he couldn't even tell if it was right or left he was to take. In the end the only thing that made any noise at that point was his stomach, he hadn't eaten in a while and his stomach growled unhappily, all these things that swirled in his head had made him forget about his poor old stomach and now it was time to eat. Without food he would have no energy to continue his search despite the feeling that with his target having already fled the scene up a high rise building, he wasn't likely to actually find him again. Stomach growling he set off once more, slowly he paced through the streets, his mind still ever over-flowing with new thoughts on what had just happened. If people had powers, Travis had the power over sound, that stalker guy was some sort of speed power and that girl, did she have the power to sense danger or something? To many thoughts filled his head as Travis stumbled on and on until eventually he came across a small little establishment that sold Coffee. Not overly interested in a hot beverage right now but perhaps they sold some small pastries or even better, a delicious bun or two would go down a treat right now.


He walked towards the front door, he had to stop to let the constant hurtling traffic go past, the screeching of brakes and honking off horns only upset his already unhappy mood, he was too hungry to think and to many troublesome thoughts buzzed around in his head after the afternoon he had just had, all he could think off was tray bakes and cakes right now, he could wash them all down with some nice hot coffee afterwards and perhaps from there with a renewed sense of purpose he could pursue the man that had stalked him back in the woods that morning. He had crossed the street and was just short off the door when he realised that there was a new noise that met his ears as he had passed the cars, the traffic lights and pedestrians streaming past him. Originally he thought the people pushing past him were just more ignorant by-stander's just pressing on to their next destination till it all came clear. There was a constant low buzzing noise, like the flicker off two pieces of material hitting against each other on mass. He knew this sound but usually there wasn't such menace to the sound. It was the buzzing off wings, those of insects, this time though it wasn't just a fly sweeping past or a ladybird grazing past his ear, this was a swarm and they sounded angry. Travis had never heard bugs so intent or driven before, whatever was going on in this coffee shop, it was not normal. Travis flung open the front doors as hard as he could, some of the bugs flew out into the street in every direction freeing up space for Travis to push himself in. His vision was blurred, all around him was one bug after another, he had to clear the room and once again his new found talents in the world of sound would come in handy yet another time. Gathering the surrounding sound from the bugs wings and the noise off the street, Travis summoned audio kinetic energy to him and slowly he leaked it out, in a frequency so low only the bugs could hear it, it would of sounded like screams off pain to their ears and soon many of the bugs fled as the low frequency resonated from Travis like a wave.

To those in the coffee shop, it would have seemed like nothing happened, just a sudden silence as the sound of wings beating was replaced with ultra sonic frequencies deterring the bugs and sending many of them flying back to their master while to the human ear it would have seemed as if all sound had just suddenly disappeared. Travis looked around the room, scanning from left to right but all the bugs had now fled at the shrill sounds he had created by using their own noise against them as his weapon of choice. Everyone seemed fine, people got up from the floor, others up out of their chairs and looked around themselves to check everything was okay. No one made any moves for a moment or two, some patted themselves down and checked nothing had been stolen in the confusion as Travis stopped using his powers and relaxed his muscles, sound returned to the coffee shop once more. It was safe now.... or so he thought as a woman standing on her own seemed to suddenly grow panic stricken and frantically began calling out another woman's name he hadn't heard before. Perhaps not all was as it should be.

Don't let the bad bugs bite

Reina hastily strode out of the library and through the university campus, passing all sorts of people, academics and pedestrians alike. Even with her time abilities, Reina had lost track in her studies and was only alerted when her stomach started growing. Before she had left to go to her lectures that morning, she and Fayth had arranged to meet up for lunch. Since Fayth had the day off, she would visit the site of where the supposedly lizard man had attacked her, which much to her disappointment, Reina was unable to join her. Still, her little feet moved with the hurried determined sense of purpose, and it was not because Reina was hungry. The thought of meeting another with a power had interested them both, though one more expressively than the other, but nevertheless, Reina was excited about the prospects. Apart from Fayth, Reina had been the only person in her home village to exhibit extraordinary abilities. Although her mother had previously possessed her own unique talents and taught Reina how to use hers, it wasn’t quite the same experience to relate and share with someone on an almost intimate level, like her friendship with Fayth.

Lost in her thoughts and in her determined haste, Reina hadn’t quite noticed when a cyclist was riding towards her from her left side. Even though the cyclist had rung her bell, Reina’s attention snapped back to reality at the very last moment before they violently collided into each other and fell into a heap of books and the bike. Both of them had landed onto each other without causing any serious injuries to one other, but it was Reina who was more shaken up by the experience.

As Reina was helped up by the cyclist and a number of other people around them, someone handed her the books she had dropped. Although, in her shocked state, they clumsily fell from her grip and Reina kneeled down to pick them back up. A moment later, Reina managed to peel herself away after reassuring the cyclist and the other people that she was fine. Yet Reina was walking away feeling far from it, as a number of thoughts rushed through her mind and worry started to set in.

Despite Reina’s usual carefulness, the deliberate clumsiness of dropping her books was a test to prove something, which was very much validated by the books hitting the ground. Before the crash with the cyclist, Reina had managed to take notice at the last moment and immediately tried to prevent the collision. Yet both outcomes confirmed what was running through her mind: what happened to her powers?

-

“Wherever he went to, it looks like someone got to him first. The Police were taping the area off, and there was a big crowd gathered around the scene. I could only get so close, but the crowd almost overwhelmed me. The Police didn’t have much, from what I picked up on. They just thought the scene was a bloody mess!”, Fayth reported to Reina on what she had found from revisiting the area earlier that day. But Fayth sensed that Reina was not entirely focused upon what she was saying.

“Rei…is everything okay? You’ve barely touched your food since you got here…”, Fayth asked worryingly. Since her arrival, Reina hadn’t interacted much and her eyes were unfocused and less intense than they were usually. Fayth could sometimes tell what was on her friend’s mind, even without having to rely on her psychic abilities as that was the nature of their friendship over the past year. But Reina was currently closed off and distant, and Fayth contemplated speaking to Reina through their telepathic connection to find out what was wrong. But just as that thought crossed her mind, Reina answered her, though it seemed to be gentler and vague than usual.

“Oh… oh, nothing much. I’m just…really tired.”, Reina said wearily, as if the words themselves had sapped her of the strength to explain it better. But Fayth would not take that for an answer.

“Bullshit.”, Fayth blurted out, which startled her friend. Despite her outburst, Fayth realised that whatever has happened to Reina, she had to remain patient and allow her friend to speak, rather than approach the topic in a coercive manner. “Sorry, Rei...what happened? Come on...you can talk to me…”

Reina hesitated for a moment, and opened and closed her mouth several times before she remained silent to choose her words carefully.

“I… I don’t know what happened… there was a bike…and it ran into me…I- I tried to stop it, but…I…I don’t know…nothing happened…”, Reina finally broke out in sobs, after what seemed like an eternity to Fayth. But she listened patiently to her friend while she tried to get the words out. “I…I think…my powers… I couldn’t use them…”

A sudden shock went through Fayth, and she was about to respond when a sensation crawled up her spine. It was almost ticklish and it felt like a thousand pins were running up the length of her back. Fayth froze, partly in shock of what Reina had said and partly because of the sensations she was experiencing. The prickling began to intensify and the sensations spread all over Fayth’s body, the feeling more itching rather than the previously gentle tickling. Suddenly, the area where Fayth and Reina sat was invaded by the abrupt burst of insects, which began to flood the floor of the street and the air was soon filled with flying insects. Panic quickly settled over the people caught in the assault of the insects, and the buzzing sounds of winged insects seemed to drown out the screams of the public.

Thunder Struck!

It was a warm sunny day, there was no breeze so the air lay heavy in patches and light blinded the darkened corner's from view and painted the world in it's orange glow. The peak's of Novum Aurora's skyscraper's and tower's that pierced up into the cloud's beyond could be seen with the eye off in the vague distance from a quiet little suburb only a mile or so down a sloping hill, nestled between great Oak's and Redwood's. So undisturbed, it seemed. Nothing stirred at this moment in time, it was around midday, most of the people that lived here were off working in the city beyond leaving this quaint little place almost deserted and silent. Everything was motionless until suddenly through the nearby tree's something rushed passed at great speed, darting from tree to tree, the blurred outline of the person doing it was all that was left behind. In a clearing some few hundred feet away, the figure stopped and rested and let the warmth off the sun above work through the muscle's as it came to a halt and sat on the lush dark green grass below them.

A man sat on the grass, a blank expression across his face, panting from the run before hand. He lay back and spread himself out over the softness below and exhaled sharply, wriggling his arms and shoulders, trying to free up the tension in his muscle's after his big run. He had been running for the last hour an a half, in these woods, no one bothered him or even seemed to notice he was even there in the first place. He wished for a calm breeze right now to just gently blow over his body, his sore, tired and tender muscle could do with a break but the heat wasn't all that bad after all. He felt the moist droplets of sweat flowing softly down the curve's of his skin, patting and dabbing at his forehead he wiped his brow and once more spread out flat and began to slow his breathing, first breathing in through the nose and out through the mouth till his breathing became steady once more. He gained his breathe and slowly rose from the ground and once again stood up, surveying all that was around him, all the sounds around him where so loud, so clear, here it was beautiful.

Even in the quiet of the forest there are so many unheard noise to human ear, it is like another layer shrouded by the constant droning of the human world, you could almost believe there was something beneath it all, a level of sound, a world of life hidden in plain view. Buried. It was covered over and forgotten by human's, concerned only with themselves and their own little "world", it was in the layer between the human ear and that of animal that Travis belonged to. Travis stood in this forest, he could hear the creaking tree slowly bend, even the grasses constant cycles spurring it to growth, such a minute noise but yet Travis' ears could pick it up. In fact there was so much noise in every day life, the white noise that falls flat on human ears, now so immune to it with modern technological advancements. Travis liked the natural world, it's noises were pleasant, here he could hear squirrels climbing or the birds perched in the tree's, all the noises of life where in his ears, they were gentle noises, kind to the ear. Unlike back home, the sound of the coffee machine on standby, draining the energy from the socket in such a small fraction but yet the noise was a constant groaning off uncomfortable proportions.

Electrical noises had no beauty in them, they buzzed, groaned, choked and stifled above all other noises, blotting them out as the moon blankets the sun at the time of the eclipse. There was a nearby stream that trickled past the thorn bush's nearby, flowing endlessly to it's final destination, it would be only background noise to the human ear but to Travis it was more like a waterfall, his ear's were so sharp he could pick out noises from up to a mile away given the right wind conditions and position of himself. It had taken him a long time to get a hold on things, after all it was just two years since he had been an everyday normal kid, then a young man and suddenly, here he was, thousands of miles away in a foreign land, pushed out like an old cow sent to pasture. He did like his new home, it was comfortable and the area was great, less electrical, less human. Here natural order reigned in it's own silence but part of him still longed for the life he had only a short while ago. There was his career as an Olympic sprinter, his exquisite penthouse apartment in the greatest area back home. His family was there, his old friends and even... Natasha. Things he could no longer have, his newfound curse had brought all those things to an end so swiftly.

Visions of that day burned most clearly in his mind beyond anything else. It had all started out so perfectly, the air was warm and calm as it was right now, he felt like he was gliding over the ground below his feet, his muscle's rippled from the power of his stride, each foot thumping the AstroTurf with his own sheer force. Even he could feel the power of his stride, both pride and respect for himself bristled through him. His inside's mirrored the heat around him, he was so worked up into a frenzy there was a heat like a furnace coming from him, he had made it half way round the track in only a few short seconds, the first few seemed to almost disappear, as it had never even happened but just as quickly as these seconds had flew past it all came to an abrupt end, suddenly the screaming fan's around him got louder and louder till it deafened him. His ear's rang with sounds old and new and before he knew it, the light in his eye's dimmed and died, like the last embers of a fire as they choked their last breathe before giving way to nothingness. The world seemed to almost whitewash itself out, first to grey, blurring the lines until it all became white and faded to nothing until his eye's glazed over for the last time, his world turned black and his pupils turned white.

The light would never again be restored to his eye's, like the fire that flickers in the wind, fading quickly then snuffed out entirely. Pain was the only thing that greeted him next. Marcus, another runner built as strong as Travis himself had picked up his pace as he saw his chance, thinking that Travis had faltered he rushed forward trying to pass him on his right side then suddenly from the corner of his eye's he saw something slam into him hard and fast. The two men collided, tangling themselves up upon each other's flailing limbs. Travis banged his knee hard and Marcus twisted his arm in the mess, both felt the pain but the only thing that hurt was their pride as they fell in front of all the world's nations on live Television, they had lost and in doing so, they felt the burden of the loss for their own country. There was little to nothing he could do about the loss now, he was eventually escorted of the track when someone in the front row started shouting what Travis could only assume was "help". He was led of the track and immediately had his eye's tested, it was conclusive that his eye's had shutdown completely. He was left alone for a few moments to take it all in, when they returned he had smashed and broken anything that had gotten in his path and he had to be bandaged up as he had cuts and bruises to his arm's and leg's. The doctor never reported this to his family.

At first, he couldn't make out anything. His eye's only seen a blank slate from end to end, total darkness was to be the only thing that greeted him but it would not last this way for long. He couldn't quite understand it but he began to see bit's and pieces of the world around him, everything was still black but he could see the outline of the room he was in every time he took a step or two, like something suddenly painted over the dark night and cast a white piercing light along the lines of each individual surface around him. He knew this wasn't normal so he asked the doctor was it possible there was something else going on with his eyes and would he check it again. The doctor only told him he was still totally blind. Travis didn't wish to make a scene so he waited till his parents came to him and he was taken home that day at what he could only describe as his lowest point to date in his life. He spent many days after that trying to piece together what was going on with himself, soon he began to notice the more noise was around him the more he felt he could actually see the world around him. He spent many hours creating sound to pinpoint locations and quickly he had sketched out a new image of the room he was staying in, able to navigate the whole room without fault after a few goes. Starting out he couldn't hold the new vision for long, he kept trying and over the course of month's he was able to create a constant visual through noise but along the way he had to make many mistakes to teach him the right way of things before he could go out in the open world to apply it to his life.

His hearing began to get stronger and stronger with each passing day, occasionally he would pass out and be found on the floor by his parents, the noise was so loud and so powerful at times he wouldn't be able to control himself and the sensory overload simply shut his functions down. It was a learning curve, as soon he was learning how to block out certain noises and to control the volume he heard from the world around him. It wasn't always easy, his parents would constantly keep an eye on him, between losing his sight and passing out he had worried his family and they had begun to tighten the net around him and he began to feel trapped living with them. Soon he found the attention so unwanted that he used his newfound ability to pinpoint the area around him, then he would go for walks on his own not far from his house, sometimes he would walk down the streets he used to when he could see and he could hardly tell the difference. Noise was the key, the more noise he could hear, the more he could pinpoint everything now, he could see people, how tall or small they were, fat or thin was even outlined, every noise bounced off everyone and cast their own echoed shadow. Things truly had changed, he no longer lived that life now either.

He snapped back to the real world around him and left his old memories behind as the sound of snapping twigs could be heard not far of, the sound was more natural than man-made so he originally thought it was perhaps a deer or rabbit just creeping past to see what had invaded their territory. It had wandered close, close enough for Travis to get a vague outline of whatever it was, the outline was deceiving and Travis remained motionless for the moment as he couldn't tell whether he was in trouble with the local wildlife or something else was seemingly running their eyes over him. The force that moved through the woods was neither bird, beast, man or machine. An organic mass, flesh toned, covered and dripping with blood and filth as it trailed itself along the earth below. Travis grew uncomfortable, if it was an animal it would of already made it's move as the seconds ticked past and still nothing happened, there was a feint stench in the air but his dulled sense of smell and taste allowed this warning sign to go undetected. His discomfort was what spurred him into action as anger and intrigue coursed through him for the interruption to his until recently, undisturbed walk in the woods. He pushed himself to his feet with lightning quick speed, his muscle's pushing off the ground hard, calling out to the creature he asked
"Hello? Who's there... I'm blind... you couldn't help me out could you?" He said timidly, he wasn't sure what was going to happen next but he figured it would be better to play the blind card before things got out of hand.

There was only silence from the creature until a moment later there was a gurgling of blood and bile, instantly the aura around the creature turned from docile to aggressive, it's legs slapped the ground hard with each step making it easy for Travis' ear's to pick up the incoming threat, storming towards him, he swiftly rolled out of the way and moved behind the bloody mess. He now could see much more clearly through his eyes, whatever it was that was standing near him was humanoid in shape and appearance but there was subtle differences, one leg was twice the size of the other, almost like two feet had tried to grow in the place off just one but no arms which had blurred the outline he had gotten the first time. The head seemed almost broken out of place, hanging off slightly to the right but yet this thing simply kept going, it seemed to blindly every few seconds charge in his general direction, until suddenly out of nowhere arms that Travis had never seen before grabbed him, he had moved deliberately a few paces to the left from what he saw with his eyes as a fat blob on legs, which now had two arms wrapped firmly round the wrist of his left arm which was the side he stood closest to this thing. He squirmed but there was an unnatural strength behind the force grabbing him, without thinking his instinct for survival kicked in and swiftly he summoned a audio kinetic mass of energy in his free hand, as soon as the energy was charged and ready he slammed it into the face of his attacker with as much force as he could muster. The hands grabbing him let go and the mass fell to the ground, still gurgling and convulsing.

Travis quickly moved over the top of his attacker, he was curious but fearful it would get back up and attack him again. What the hell could it be, what has no arms one minute, then the next suddenly starts grabbing you with such force? He could feel the heat on his arm were the creature had grabbed him, he had received friction burn from the force with which it had held him only moments ago. There was a gurgling, then a cough. Spluttering and spitting, the flesh wriggled for a moment before a woman's scream sprang from the quivering lips of the mess below, then seconds later it had vaulted up, trying to claw at Travis that had stood above it. Travis had watched, first in shock and then in disgust as he heard the abomination change and contort, it looked like it was in agony and the scream pierced his ear's, causing him to lose his foot momentarily. He rebalanced and as soon as he did he could sense the movement in the ground of the impending attack, he was prepared this time, his stance was one of control, lingering above his opponent he had the higher ground and was willing to strike. He screamed loud, the shrillness causing a blowback effect against his opponent pinning it back to the ground before it had time to land a successful hit. Travis no longer planned to play as the lost little blind man he had started off with. Summoning the energy he required from the noise he had generated with his shock-blast and the natural noise around him, he charged both hands with kinetic energy once more and swiftly both hands rammed downwards.

A splatter then a bursting noise echoed from the corpse below as it now lay motionless below. After landing his two hit's he could sense there was already many cut's and scrap's along the torso and face of whatever it was he had just killed. He slowly staggered back and a few steps later he fell on his ass. Confused and disgusted at the feeling of the warm blood trickling down his hands, his mind racing as to what was going on. He had to find the nearby stream and clean himself up, no one could see him covered in blood like this. He left the clearing rapidly, sprinting as hard and fast towards the stream as he could. Plunging into the water hard he scrubbed himself down, making sure to rub hard on his clothes to remove any other stains he couldn't see. How had things gotten so out of hand, earlier on that day he had been just some blind guy with a curse to be blinded and robbed of his dreams. As he finished bathing in the lake, he started to head for home, knowing his way back having been here a few times before. He was just about to enter the tree's when another rustling could be heard. Clearly human, running away now, back towards the town but fast, almost unnaturally. Travis sprinted as hard as he could following the sound through tree and bush. Pelting down after whatever it was that had seen him or been watching him he was always still lagging behind, who else was this fast? Finally Travis tracked him to a roadway and there the trail went cold. The road headed into the City of Novum Aurora, he had two problems now.

Someone had saw him murder that...thing, human or not there was blood on his hands and even more unnerving, the person who saw him had already made there escape, where they a passer-by or did they send that creature to kill Travis in the woods? Most likely Travis believed whoever sent that creature had been watching, who else would of been in the woods at that time of day, only when Travis had gotten close to it did it make it's escape. If this person did send that creature they could come back to try and finish the job next time. Travis had the strangest feeling that he wasn't alone in the world anymore, there were more people like him, different... Cursed. It seemed Travis had only one option, he was headed into the city. There were questions that needed answers and they would only be found in the one place he was hoping he wouldn't have to go.

Bad Beginnings

In Europe, a sprawling city was built, a city for new hopes and new dreams, based on old fashioned ideals and traditions, created in the image of mother nature's own perfection but furnished with the latest in cutting edge technology, this city was to be the city of all cities. This brought builders and merchants, bankers and business men from all around the world, they would shake hands and make deals, batter for wears and sell what was no longer needed to foreign markets to further bring forward this great city. Yet, with all good intentions and the highest of hopes, there are always those that bring corruption to an unpolluted entity. Novum Aurora, The New Dawn, would it truly live up to it's namesake?


It was late and it was pitch black, the sky-scraping buildings truly earning their name as their towering masses bloated out the skies above and caste elongated tendril-like shadows onto the ground below and for miles around. In this sprawling city, so many buildings so close together made it impossible for the stars to beam down their glorious light down upon this city of pleasure and more importantly... sin. In a small corner of the giant metropolis of Novum Aurora, two particular individuals of "unique" character were in the middle of a rather sloppy skirmish. A large man, of unusual proportions held a young and much more supple woman prisoner within his grip, the whole time a third party was watching from on high with an insatiable lust for action.


A struggle, rather short lived and of little interest took place, the only unusual aspect was that the only one seemingly more afraid and harmed was the larger man who had at first seemed to have the situation completely in his favour only to be seen fleeing at break neck speed, crashing and charging carelessly through the darkened streets. Unhindered by his hulking frame his reflexes for someone of such heft was almost baffling, his long shadow casting stranger and stranger shapes as he rounded yet more corner's yet all the while, eye's from above the metal and glass peered down using their piercing, all-seeing deep gaze. Watching, creeping, silently pondering, twisted machinations swirling like a endless vortex, focused with keen sense's for the individual below. Soon it would be time to strike, soon.


A man with reptilian qualities hide in the darkest corner of the darkest alley he could find, his mind still flailing around in pain from his mental wounds, his pain still racked his mind and dulled his sense's, he chose this neat little nest to hide from anyone who would torment him further but his disillusioned mind had been so preoccupied with pain he hadn't even noticed another foul soul lingering dauntingly close. It remained completely still, observing and watching the great beast fall so low and watched as the animal began to lower it's guard thinking itself so safe and sheltered in it's little hole. It was only sometime later that the animal began to feel a great sense of unease and then sharply his keen sense of smell relapsed into life and his basic instinct's began to recognise a foreign presence, unlike anything the beast had seen or met before, there was the distinct lack of smell in the air around this being, it left no scent in the air to track or to find. The great man rose, slapping his tail against the wall and turning to face the entity that stood before him. It felt both human and beast to him, both part life and part death.

"W..what.. wretched thing... are you? Sneaking up on me... following me to my home...who.. who do you think your messing with... I..I oughta shred you limb from limb!" His mind unable to focus completely but his basic animal instincts still pulsed to the surface with thoughts of self preservation and the need to beat back this would be opponent. He inhaled hard, puffing up his chest and throwing back his shoulders as if hoping a display of raw force would cause the shadowy figure to flee in terror but there was no movement, temporarily there was a stand-off, no one moved or even exhaled. It was the lizard that barked with more authority this time, having regained his mental fortitude and gained confidence having now immersed himself in his own familiar surroundings, he was curious now, most fled at the very sight of him and few remained after he built himself up and towered over those around him, he wanted to know who exactly had followed him and for what purpose.

"Not a big talker eh? Maybe I just spill your guts here and now and try to decide from your entrails whether your friend or foe if you really don't feel like telling your old pal here what it is you exactly want from someone like me?" His words rang around him in this concealed alley, bouncing from wall to wall, so thick and deep were these back alleys that no sound would even pass near another soul who would pass by, that's why this spot had been picked to hide from the cruel, bitter world that lay just outside these hollowed out alleys and streets.


The reptilian grew impatient with his rather unwelcome guest, he only seemed to further test his patience with complete silence and foreboding. The figure twitched in the vague light that lay around them, it seemed to spasm and jerk rapidly as if convulsing or in pain. The lizard had no idea whether this "thing" would attack or flee but its sudden erratic movements pushed the lizard from cautious optimism to fright and murderous intent. Swiftly pushing hard against the ground with his massive legs, the lizard swung himself around bringing his tail in for a swipe, hitting down hard and with a thud there was a great splattering of blood as the unspeaking guest hit the wall behind them hard and fast, slumping down and there it remained silent and still. Curious to find out what exactly it was he had splattered so nicely against his wall, the reptile strode forward, covering great distance with each stride of his muscular, scaled and clawed legs and toes. There was a human body, laying crumpled against the wall, blood dripped from it's head to it's legs, covering it in a thick crimson that shimmered in the twinkling dim lights of this little "cave". Proud of himself, he laughed at the corpse that lay before him, no longer afraid, feeling reassured in his victory and comforted by his own home to shelter him.


He slashed with his claws along the already tattered and ripped clothes, sinking his fingers in long and deep, savouring the kill perhaps after only early failing to mug a girl only half his size and stature. He thought for a moment and decided on something new turning his back to the crumpled mess at the wall, he moved off but as he took his first step, his sense's flared wildly, almost in disarray, he couldn't take in the new information his mind began to give him. The person he thought broken and beat, dead by his hand was standing up once more, in silence it stood up on it's feet, blood squirted out from the open wound with the sudden movement and splattered to the floor, alerting the already tense beast back into action. A fight ensued before silence once again was restored, temporarily. A blood curdling scream rang out, silenced against the great noise of the bustling mid-night streets beyond but it pierced through the empty back alleys and side passages that those not wishing to be found could be found. It woke those that had been sleeping rough, it tormented those that had wandered into the wrong neighbourhood by accident and even those who made such a horrible place their residence left in fear and dismay.


Blood poured into the open drainage gutter beside the corpse as it bleed out, glazed over eye's slowly closed for their last time and the breathe within it's lungs shot forth and was free.


The lizard lay dead, his crimson regret fled from him like a river and the quivering mass was nowhere to be seen.

Who was that scaly man?

“Look, lady. Just give me what you have and I’ll let you go.”, the attacker spoke a little more at a normal volume, though still retaining that sense of urgency and the tension that he held onto Fayth’s hair and the knife at her neck. It was useless to struggle against his grip, as the hair close to her scalp was encased within the iron fist grip of the attacker and any sudden, violent attempts to wriggle herself free would result in the blade accidentally cutting her throat open.

Fayth quickly reached within the tender awareness of her psychic power and focused her attention upon the thoughts of her attacker. As their minds touched one another, Fayth could faintly hear disconnected pieces of the attacker’s thoughts.

“-it, shit, shit… fuck have I…n’t look like she ha…er pockets…maybe she’s go…”, the thoughts were incoherent and nonsense, but the mental link was weak between them and Fayth did not intent to read her attacker’s mind, for that wasn’t going to help her to escape.

Fayth quickly conjured a surge of intense and raw sensations and solidified it with a hard casing of her will, then forcefully sent it through the psychic connection with her attacker. The mental projectile shattered whatever mental barriers that the attacker had erected from the tension that they held, and exploded upon impact with their mind. Pain stabbed through the mind of her attacker, piercing attention and thoughts, and ripping areas of the psyche.

The attacker painfully cried out and released their grip on both Fayth’s hair and the knife held at her throat. Though the psychic explosion destroyed the fragile mental link between them, a spike of pain returned back upon Fayth’s psyche and she gasped in discomfort and surprise. Her mind became disorientated from the blow and nauseating dizziness washed over her, forcing her collapsing to the ground on her four limbs and breathing hastily and heavily to calm the unpleasant sensations.

After a moment or two, she quickly recovered and turned back to face her attacker, focusing her mind once again to deliver another psychic blow if necessary. Groaning came from where her attacker was, and Fayth thrust her mind forward, only to found another that was ablaze. She sensed that her attacker’s was still burning with pain from the psychic blast, and like putting a hand into a fire, she recoiled back upon the touch. But she could still feel the erratic pressure thrashing about within the attacker’s mind, spawning more of the disorganised thoughts and unpleasant sensations.

The attacker was hunched over on their knees, with their head held intensely in their hands. Though it was dark, Fayth could see that the attacker wore a plain brown jacket and dark, baggy trousers. What drew her attention to the attacker though was their skin, which appeared to be covered in scales. Fayth also noticed a scaled tail that was frantically thrashing about, making deep thudding noises as it hit the ground. As soon as she absorbed the sight of this, her battle spirit was soothed to curiosity and she drew closer to her attacker to get a better look.

As she did, the groaning and mental discomfort died down, but Fayth was by the attacker’s side, crouching next to them and placing a hand on their back.

“Hey? You alright there?”, she asked tentatively, aware that her psychic blast had done more damaged than she had mean to.

Her attacker flinched at the sound but slowly looked up to the sound of her voice, trailing their eyes up to meet hers. But in that instant, her attacker panicked and wildly lunged into Fayth, uncontrollably throwing their clawed hands into whatever made contact. Both of them fell into a heap of their bodies and it ended with Fayth on her back with her attacker on top, clawing at her arms that partially shielded her face from the onslaught. But as quickly as the scrap had occurred, Fayth felt the weight of her attacker lifted from her body and she could hear feet scurrying away as her attacker fled the scene.

Fayth lowered her arms and achingly gathered herself up. The sleeves of her hoodie were ripped to shreds, which revealed that her arms and the exposed areas of her face were covered in bleeding cuts, and she could feel bruises developing in places where she had been hit and landed. Although the encounter had left her a little shaken up, her attention was entirely focused on her escaped attacker. She started to head in the direction of where she has heard the footsteps run off to, crying out and mentally scanning for mind of the attacker, but after a few minutes of searching, she was unsuccessful. Her mind was racing with excitement and she decided to run back to the rendezvous point, as she was eager to tell Reina of what had happened.

-

“Finally, I was startin-holy dreams! Are you okay?! What happened?!”, Reina emerged from her bedroom, dressed in her oversized pajamas, when Fayth returned back to their rendezvous point. Their rendezvous point and base of operation was in actual fact the apartment that they shared together. A cosy flat on the second floor of the building near the university campus; it wasn’t huge in terms of space but it wasn’t terribly tiny to be uncomfortable for residence. It was furnished with second-hand items that were slightly marred though not completely ruined beyond comfortableness, and the walls were painted in a horrid cream colour that was standard in most rented accommodation near the university campus. The living room greeted people when they entered the apartment, where to the right resided the kitchen next to bedroom, which was opposite another bedroom and a bathroom on the other side of the living room. The floor was carpeted light blue and utterly spotless, as were the rest of the surfaces in the apartment; it was surreally neat and organised that one would have thought the flat was the showcase display for potential new residents.

Fayth certainly thought that at times when she entered her apartment, but not on this occasion. Her mind still ecstatic with thoughts of her attacker, but she could sense the rush of Reina’s frantic worry as her friend went over to her.

“Rei-Rei! I ran into someone with a power, and they sort of attacked me, b-”, Fayth burst out as soon as she came through the door, but she was soon interrupted by her flatmate.

“They attacked you!?”, Reina’s concern for her grew intense and Fayth could feel it tickling the edges of her psychic senses and threatening to overwhelm her.

“Yeah. Look, stop fussing for a moment. Your emotions are a bit all over the place right now…”

“Right, sorry.”, taking a few deep inhales of breathe, Reina forced her distress for Fayth to calm and the tension she held onto began to subside. Her worries did not disappear completely but they were merely minimised; contained and kept at mental bay to avert the risk of another explosive expression that would torment her friend’s mind. If something terrible had happened to Fayth, then her concerns would only further hammer at her friend’s psyche, which she assumed would be fragile from the trauma.

“Thanks. Honestly, I’m fine. Just a few cuts and bruises. But did you hear what I said? There’s someone out there who might be like us!”

“A power? What makes you say that?”, Reina asked and waited with anticipation.

“Yeah, I think I saw they were part-lizard or something. I don’t know, I only saw a little bit before they got away. I tried running after them, but they were damn fast. Do you think you could use your powers and see where they went…?”

“I don’t think I can. My visions don’t work like that, and I would need something of theirs to get a vision from.”

“Ahh, damn”, Fayth cursed as she remembered the knife that her attacker had dropped. In the thrill of the situation, she had completely forgotten about it and she didn’t notice if it had been retrieved or left out on the streets. Already, the late evening was shifting to a darkened night, and if she were to go back out to recover the weapon, she could get lost within the maze network of the city streets. Just like the last light falling victim to the night, Fayth’s enthusiasm began to wane at the unlikelihood of finding her attacker.

“Sorry.”, Reina apologised as she could see the glowing excitement begin to fade away in her friend’s eyes. But she quickly had a thought and shared it with Fayth in hopes of comforting her. “Maybe we could go check out where it happened and I’ll see if I can pick anything up, if we get up early enough?”

“Yeah, that’s a great idea!”, Fayth beamed at the idea and hugged her friend in appreciation.

Reina hugged back, glad to see Fayth hopeful. But she was left curious and though she didn’t express it as openly as her friend, she too was stirred by the prospect of meeting another like them, another with a power…

Am I inappropriately dressed for crime-fighting?

“Behind you!”, Fayth psychically screamed at Reina, who was in the midst of tying up a gang of armed robbers. Reina had temporally frozen and apprehended most of the gang and was in the process of tying them so the proper authorities could deal with them, although she had forgotten to securely disarm one of the robbers, who revealed a gun from a hidden holster on their person. Since working with Fayth, Reina had grown accustomed to the telepathic warnings that she received and immediately ducked without looking to see what the danger was. Stretching out her hand and focusing her will into stopping whatever attack that would have been a fatal one, Reina froze the armed robber just as he fired the shot. Taking a moment to compose and stand herself upright, Reina concentrated on the temporal frozen robber while immediately scanning for any potential threats that might creep up on her. She even consulted Fayth to mentally scan the untied robbers’ thoughts to see if they posed any further risk to her. Once she was given the all clear, Reina stalked over to frozen armed robber, disarmed his weapon and delivered a hard blow to his nose, releasing the temporal stasis at the moment just before she made contact with his face.

“Great, now my sari is dirty”, Reina muttered angrily under her breathe as she started to tie up the robber.

“No time for appearances, dear. Let’s wrap this up and get gone from here. I can see the lights of the police approaching…” Fayth telepathically urged Reina. From her place on top of a four-storey building, Fayth had access to the view of the street of where the events had taken place. It was from there where she could assist Reina without being seen by civilians and avoid the intense liveliness of the situation. To anyone passing by, Fayth would just seem like any other civilian, who happened to be witnessing the events, thus avoiding suspicion that Fayth was actually involved at all. Even if she did arouse suspicion, Fayth could easily convince them otherwise, placing suggestions within their mental thought processes if she needed to.

“Alright, I’m done now. I’ll meet you back at rendezvous point.”

Fayth gathered herself and left the rooftop by the fire escape, which led down into the dark, damp alleyway below. Once she stepped out from the shadows, she began a casual jog back to the designated place. Dressed in sweatpants and a hoodie, Fayth would appear like a night-time jogger in the city, further avoiding any suspicion and passing off as an innocent civilian. As she took a few turns and minor detours along her jog, Fayth turned a corner of a street and was greeted with a faint, ominous feeling picked up by her psychic senses. Although it was weak, Fayth sensed the hint of desperation and tension nearby, almost as if someone was anticipating for something to happen. Fayth quickly dismissed it when she could see no immediate danger in the vicinity, but her pace quickened, as the anticipation leaked into her own feelings and facilitated her jogging speed.

She jogged past a darkened alleyway, and to her surprise, a person jumped out and barged her to the ground, crashing her side into the ground and knocking the breath out from her. Disorientated, Fayth attempted to scramble away from her attacker, but her hair was grabbed from behind and pulled back so that her neck arched backwards. Without so much as a warning, Fayth could feel the cold surface of a blade pressed lightly against her exposed neck and she could feel the heated breath of her attacker close against her left ear. To her psychic senses, she could feel the attacker’s heightened adrenaline, the exerted pressure that they applied in restraining her hair and steadying the knife against her throat, and that same feeling of anxiety and nervousness, only much clearer now that their physical and psychic presence was closer to Fayth now.

“G-give me all your money!”, her attacker practically shouted in her ear. She could hear the panic and urgency evident in his voice, which also extended to the hand holding the knife to her throat, as it was slightly shaking with tension.

Fayth remained still, intently aware of the blade and trying to not move a muscle in case the slightest movement resulted in her throat being sliced opened. In desperation, Fayth mentally screamed out to Reina, but when her friend’s thoughts did not answer her psychic distress, she knew that she was alone and on her own for this.

First Post - Neil Sylvain

The house was surprisingly devoid of objects. The only things one could find in there were plastic utensils and plastic plates, glasses. There were no devices around, no computer, no stereo, no TV, not even light bulbs, for some bizarre reason the housekeeper never understood. There weren't any bathroom stuff either, no towels, no shampoo, no sponges. The house was underdecorated, it hardly even had the walls painted after he moved in. No one was sure that he even stayed there at any time, because the bed still had that transparent cover on, made of plastic. 
Little did they know that he was there all the time, just too quiet for them to hear. Living alone, like a prisoner. The only people he would see were the housekeeper that was coming by every month for the rent and that woman, a bit older than him, from the sight of it. And not bad looking either. The neighbours would peek from their doors every time she appeared with her fancy car, her business suit and her red hair that barely reached her neck. She always carried a picnic basket with her and a briefcase made of some non-metallic material. She was quite pretty, in a dangerous fashion, but she would always visit him once in a while, with that basket and that briefcase, though the briefcase was only showing up once per month.
She was the only visitor that didn't mean to ask him for the rent and the only person that came in and out of that apartment. He wasn't ever leaving.
So, just like that, she appeared one more time, with the same basket and the same briefcase. She walked in the building and headed straight to his apartment. She knocked the door and he let her in. She took a pair of rubber gloves and put them on, before handing him the briefcase.
"You didn't miscount, I hope." He said.
"I told you, Neil, I could buy this little sorry apartment for you, instead of worrying every time for the freaking rent. Paying rent is so... Not my style."
"I am not sure how long I'll get to stay here, so I don't want you to make an investment that won't work." She chuckled in response.
"When will you learn? All of my investments work. Oh, I brought something Greek this time. I don't remember how my chef called it. Moussaka, I think." She said and put the basket on the table. He approached and took a tupper from inside. He opened it, grabbed one of the plastic forks and started eating.
"I am working on a cure, you know. So that you'll get back."
"There's no cure, Eleanor. Nothing can fix this."
"You never know. I am not giving up on you, like you never gave up on your dreams until now. This situation has cursed you and I am not letting you throw everything away just because you can't touch anything or anyone. I will find a way to get this thing away from you or I'll make a special section, entirely made of rubber, just for you."
"That's sweet, but yeah, try focusing your powers on something else, something more important." She threw a side-glare at him.
"Nothing is more important than you."

Prologue.

Since the beginning of humanity, people have always been a mystery to the journey of life. For they grow up, walk, learn, gather, hunt, fight, breed, nurture their offspring, grow old and die. The never-ending cycle of a human’s life is forever consistent, never deviating or straying off on a tangent from these important stages. Through their epic voyage of this world, their desire for more lingers, and so in between the major aspects, humans find themselves occupied with the minor details, such as entertainment, experience, integrity, joy, laughter, love, memories, passion, and significant moments that are special to them. All in all, the human nature is a complex one.

It was through their need to ensure their own survival and that of their offspring that humans developed a number of tools and skills to endure the harsh conditions that they faced. Certain abilities and behaviours were seen to advantage individuals who possessed such traits, particularly in grave times of living in an unknown environment. These adaptive qualities would also serve to help and guarantee the success of passing along their genetics through the survival of their offspring. Thus, the more offspring that were reproduced and survived, the more adaptive they were within the dangerous surroundings, and the likelihood of their own survival and reproduction.

It wasn't until Charles Darwin proposed the idea of natural selection and the evolutionary process whereby humans had evolved to adopt certain characteristics. Although some traits served an adaptive purpose in the past, their evolutionary advantage has long since expired in this day and age. Within this mechanical and technological development, humanity faces new threats and their own evolutionary survival tools that their ancestors had secured for them may not be so beneficial and suitable now. Indeed, the game has changed for many of us, and more than ever now, new traits are required if we are to confront and live through the oncoming storm of uncertainty.

Thus, just like the continuous changes to a person’s self-concept, the endless reforms of societal norms and structures, and the ever shifting seasons throughout the year, the evolution of humans is not locked in stasis and must too undergo a much needed adjustment period. However, the evolutionary process is gradual and requires a direction in which to change humanity for the better. Coincidentally during one summer, a destabilised reaction from the Sun caused an outburst of hazardous radiation, which was set towards the planet that would devastate the ecosystem and inhabited life on Earth. Despite the organisation of military personnel and scientific research, they were unsuccessful in diverting the solar radiation from its course towards Earth. While all hope was lost and the planet was nearing annihilation, an unexpected turn of events occurred when the solar radiation penetrated the outer atmosphere but lost its momentum once within the inner layers of the atmosphere. The radiation hovered there for some time before it dispersed and extinguished from the skies.

Unknowingly, the weakened solar radiation attached itself to humans and soaked into their cells, and became the catalyst that would initiate the much needed evolutionary transformation. Since then, there are certain individuals who may be currently undergoing or who have already experienced this evolutionary transformation. Among the everyday groups and societies, people are beginning to exhibit special and unique traits that may facilitate or inhibit their physical, mental and spiritual growth. In these strange and abnormal times, they will go through new experiences and form new friendships and enemies in line with their recently developed qualities. They will be hesitant to react with the choices to make about that aspect of themselves, but there is one certain thing that they will come to realise about their human nature:

A life, a little less ordinary.

Our story begins in Novum Aurora, a recently developed city within Europe, which has flourished with the vitality of people from all over the world. It is in this city where we follow the lives of certain individuals who may possess such evolutionary developed traits and the new adventures and hazards that they may face due to their extraordinary qualities.