What I Do?

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.

The End

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