When the police arrived a minute later, they found a green-faced Edward sitting on the floor.
Riley
They let me go. They had no clue what had happened either, and so they had decided to take me in for questioning. They had never believed that I was capable of moving all those tables and stopping the lights. I guess it's that girly charm. They didn’t exactly learn a lot from me, either.
I myself am very interested in knowing what exactly happened yesterday. I’m pretty sure Toby will never look at me again because of this, so I’d like to at least know why. So, after I came home, I spent the day on the computer. My friends called me, of course, asking if I was okay, and if I wanted to hang out. But I was a little busy looking things up on the internet. My dad called a few times throughout the day. He was a little confused that I had, instead of going out to be with the girls, chosen to stay at home on the computer.
I didn’t manage to learn much. I searched for any news story that involved inexplicable events. The only thing I could find was my own story. Thankfully though, they hadn’t taken a picture of me. I don’t think I looked very nice that day.
Lucas
My web-crawler found someone looking up “unexplainable news”, and “special powers”. I tracked the address to a house under the ownership of one John White. John White has one daughter, Riley White. It's a small world. So either John or Riley tried to find someone else like her, or simply wanted to read the news reports about Riley. Either way, I think it’s time to pay Riley a visit.
Riley
The doorbell just rang, one second.
Max
Boston Police Department
Case #001 - Maxwell Iwao
Transcript
Q. What is your name?
1 My name is Maxwell Iwao.
Q. Would you mind telling us what you’re here for?
1 I am here for being loyal.
Q. Loyal to whom, exactly?
1 My friends.
Q. And how exactly was doing this being loyal to them?
1 You have no right to judge us. None of you understand the position we were put in. None of you have been up there, with them.
Q. Then enlighten us. We have all the time in the world.
1 Then I hope you’ll learn something about being part of a family.
Hunter
It wasn’t only my hearing. I spent a few days out at the paintball place on my own. I wanted to have time to see the extent of my senses. My learned that my hearing, seeing and smelling were insanely enhanced. Out on the field, in a free-for-all gamemode, I could smell and hear anyone who might be targeting me. My seeing didn’t help me as much as I had expected it to. Anything that I could see I could hear or smell first.
I would be able to get in an hour of perfectly controlled gunslinging action, and then my senses would spike. It was awfully hard to control. But after those days that I spent on my own, with no one to distract me, I was really able to single out my problems, and then concentrate and fix them. After only three days, I lessened the occurrence of the spikes to once every three hours.
Training was incredible. Not only did it let me gain control of what I could do, I felt like a superhero, learning to harness my abilities. I became a regular at the paintball place. Even after those few days, I came by at least once a week, usually on Fridays. People began to recognize me. I became "the paintball prodigy". Even though my senses couldn’t help my aim, they helped me by being able to dodge paintballs. Then, eventually, no matter how terrible my aim was, I would hit my mark.
I showed up in the local newspaper. They had interviewed the place’s owner Gregory Wilson, and he had apparently said that I was the most promising person that he had seen in his place, and declared that he would even give me lessons, and get me registered to the NCPA, a paintball league for college and high school students, all free of charge.
I went to talk to Greg, and thanked him.
“No need,” he said. “You're giving my place a lot of publicity. If you scratch my back, I'll scratch yours. And I wasn’t lying to the interviewer: you are certainly extremely talented, and I will do everything that I can to see you trained and supplied. Speaking of, you should probably upgrade.” He brought out a shiny new paintball gun from under the counter, and placed it in front of me. “This is the beginning of a long friendship, my friend.” He smiled.
Riley
The boy who came and interrupted the journal entry is named Lucas. He told me, as soon as I had opened the door, that he knew what was going on with me. I almost shut the door in his face. I know that I had wanted to figure it out, but I didn’t exactly want someone else to talk to me about it. Certainly not a boy. But then, he told me something that stunned me. He had an ability as well.
He went on to tell me that his ability was being smart. That was when I shut the door in his face. But he kept on ringing the doorbell, so I let him in and sat him down. I let him talk, and he explained that my power was the ability to create magnetic fields at will. Basically, I can push and pull metal things. Then, he explained how he got his ability. It had a few similarities to what happened to me, but there were two glaring facts that started us in the face.
First, the time of both of our “accidents”. We weren’t able to tell exactly when it was, but still manage to narrow it down to between 7:40 and 7:45. But the thing that gave us goosebumps was the fact that we had not only been born on the same day, but
1: We had been born at the same hospital
and 2: Both of our mothers had died supposedly in birth
Lucas had brought a laptop, and he accessed the hospital records and found a list of the people born on the same day as us, in that hospital. Besides us, there were four other people whose mothers died in birth. All six of our births were logged in at 7:43. Considering that the chance for a woman to die in birth is less than 0.00085%, (Lucas did the math, not me) it would seem to be extremely unlikely for all this to be a coincidence. He pulled up the list of name of the other four people. Hunter Lane, Victoria Key, Maxwell Iwao, and Carol Cade.
With just a quick search through the internet, we found out that Hunter Lane is a rising paintball prodigy, and that Carol Cade had just recently talked a man down from suicide. This is getting interesting.
Hunter
Greg got me into a team. They had been looking for a replacement for their eldest, who was leaving because he had gotten into a good college, and wanted to put his time and energy into studying law there. The team had been discontinued for a while, after not being able to find a ringer. After they found me, they decided on a new name: Team Revolution.
I had just reached the door of my home, back from our
