Chapter 1: This Is What Happens When You Have Strange Powers

500 years later...

"Arthur! Arthur! Arthur!" the crowd on my side chanted. The other half on the other side jeered and booed.

"Henry! Henry! Henry!" they responded. I rolled my eyes to heaven in exasperation. Arthur had gotten himself into a fight. Again. Beside me, clutching my arm tightly was 9 year old Lena. Her big, brown eyes were wide open in fear for her brother. Kyle, my 13 year old younger brother, however, was at the front whooping and cheering for Arthur.

“Oh please,” I muttered as I pushed my way to the front of the still-forming crowd. Arthur rained blows upon Henry mercilessly, not stopping for a breather. Both were panting hard. Two large bruises and a cut lip adorned Henry’s face while my older brother suffered from a bleeding nose. Arthur was going to win. I could sense it. Henry was giving up soon. Suddenly, he sprang up, knocking Arthur off his feet. He kicked and punched him with a vengeful look on his face. I was enraged. I envisioned him in pain, lying on the floor…it was like I had done magic. He just fell to the floor, writhing in agony. I stared, horrified. What had I done? Some people stared in disbelief, all of a sudden looked dazed. A second later, their eyes cleared, and they slowly began to drift away, like nothing happened.

I pushed all my confused thoughts away, and marched towards Arthur. With Kyle’s help, I managed to drag him off the floor to a nearby chair.

“Dude, you are in so much trouble…Mom’s gonna kill you,” I commented dryly, gazing unbelievingly at him.

“I know,” Arthur said, grinning madly.

“Is he gonna be okay?” Lena asked, concerned.

“Not if he continues like this,” I say, rolling my eyes.

“I have some of that jell-y medicine,” she says helpfully.

“That would help. Where is it?” Arthur answered.

“Here!” she chirped, taking a small bottle from her bag. I took it and gingery spread the sticky substance over his injuries. One by one, beneath my fingers, they just faded away and disappeared.

“Wow, that’s some medicine,” Kyle said approvingly.

“Yeah, some medicine,” I replied blankly, staring hard at the bottle. It was the same kind as we usually used. It always helped our injuries to heal quickly, but whoever thought it would heal that quickly? I couldn’t shake the feeling that it was somehow me. First, the “telekinetic powers”, and now, that? Arthur interrupted my thoughts.

“Now that everything’s all covered up, we don’t have to tell Mom, do we?” he asked hopefully. I glanced up at him, and nodded reluctantly.

It was evening already. School had ended late, and the fight had ended later.

“Crap” Kyle said, staring at his watch. “We’ve gotta be home by 8.00.” We simultaneously turned our gazes to the school canteen clock. It was almost 7.45.

“We can take a cab,” Arthur offered.

Five minutes later, we were all cramped into the backseat of a cab. I was slowly suffocating. I rolled down a window to let in fresh air. Kyle turned to Lena.

“Oh Lena, did you notice anything strange about the medicine just now?” I froze.

“What strange thing?” she replied quizzically.

“Well, remember the—“he never got to finish his sentence. A back figure leaped onto the hood of the cab, frightening us all. It reached through the open window and sprayed something in. It had a sickly-sweet stench, and it made my eyes sting. I coughed and waved my hand over my face to clear it. When I could finally see a moment later, I realized that the cab driver and my siblings had passed out. I opened the door and stumbled out, not knowing what to do.

Suddenly, about five black figures surrounded me. Two grabbed my arms and dragged me with them. A third clamped a hand over my mouth so I couldn’t scream. I bit it. The black ninja let out a muffled scream and cradled his hand. A moment later, the pressure on my arms were released. I looked to my sides. They were on the floor, shot in the stomachs by an arrow. Good riddance, I thought. Two white ninjas were standing close by. One held a bow, and the other looked like it was concentrating on something. Another ninja started convulsing violently. Within seconds, it was still. I stare openmouthed.

The two white ninjas strolled towards me.

“Don’t hurt me,” I begged, backing away.

“Relax, we aren’t going to,” the one with the bow said. It had a soft feminine voice. Without warning, a mental probe-like thing invaded my mind.

“Stop! Stop it! Please!” I yelled, covering my head with my arms. I instinctively put up a mental shield to block the probe. The ninjas glanced at each other, and then looked at me.

“You must come with us,” the other ninja said, with a man’s voice. I followed, something telling me to, wondering what I had just gotten myself into.

None of us noticed the last black ninja slipping away.

The End

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