1 — Awakening

My name is Tristan Jones, a normal, completely average, 17 year old high school student at one of Utopias high school facilities. Completely average. That's what I try to tell myself after I accidentally launched myself onto a 8 story building. From the ground. To put it straight, ever since I was about 5 years old I could tell I was different, but I never brought it up, with anyone. Whenever thunder storms would happen, lightning would always strike dangerously close to me. Almost every time.

One day when I was curious I touched my tv, and the power grid went out, for a whole district of the city. Of course I've never really thought too deep about it, until now. And it all really ties in to each other. Everything makes sense. Though, I didn't want to be one of them. A super powered bio terrorist. Pretty much, about 20 years ago, superpowered beings lived in peace with the citizens of utopia, until one of them rebelled, dragged Nephilims (rogue A.I robots) right into the city and caused massive destruction. This major event caused everyone to hate the superpowered beings who called themselves Channelers. While the people called them Bio-Terrorists.

Now here I am, present day, standing on top of the 8 story apartment complex, overlooking the spot I was. I was hit by something, the force of the object still rang through my head, though it didn't hurt. The white and blue sweatshirt I was wearing had its sleeves burned off by the force of lightning. I looked at my hands, they were crackling, covered in small blue bolts of lightning. I panicked, running around the building looking for something to hide my face, my hood had been burned off. I found a circular piece of metal that conveniently had eye sockets in it, I put it on my face as I noticed the approaching helicopter, sirens blaring.

"Damnit, already?"

"Surrender now, Bio-Terrorist! We can fix you! Just stay calm!"

"Hell no!"

I ran, I jumped, right off the rooftop.

"Oh shit."

And suddenly I was somewhere else, my whole body was distorted, like I just deconstructed myself and reconstructed again. I took the mask off and tossed it into the trash, I took my sweatshirt off and threw that away too. And then I just ran.