I was sitting there one day, just leaving high-school, when four heavily armed army cars pulled up.
They came out of the car. "You Alex Johnston?" one asked.
"Um . . . yeah. Is there a pro---" That's the last thing I remember. I was knocked uncouncious or something after that, I don't know.
I did not have any powers, at least not yet. It wasn't that I was untalented, I was a track runner, and could beat up anyone at my school, but nothing too speacial, at least that I know of . . .
I wake up. I was in a bed, a man staring down at me. "Hello. Heellooo . . ." He said.
I groaned. "Where am I?" I asked, just then realizing a peace of paper in my hand. Just at that second another teen-age woman walked through the door.