ooc: i didnt see a thread referring to this place but if there is just merge them plz!!!!! FYI Mike hasnt discovered his powers yet
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Mike Runnerman, 18 years old. Runner Back for the Union Wells High School football team. Mike was fast...REALLY fast. Mike is attending his last year at Union Wells and is really going to miss it. He wasnt really one for school, but seeing all his friends everyday was going to be in the past in a years time. He would especially miss seeing the young cheerleader Claire Bennet (ooc:lol cameo appearance!!!!) on the side lines cheering away. He always caught himself staring but was knocked on the head by the coach for oggling too much.
"STOP STARING RUNNERMAN!!!!!!" The Coach yelled at him after smacking him with his clipboard for the nth time today, "OR YOUR GONNA NEED TO BE AS FAST AS YOU ARE IF WE LOSE OUR NEXT GAME!!!!!!"
"OUCH!!!! Sorry coach!!!!!!" Mike replied covering his head
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Max Taggart-Pyrokinesis
Timaeus (AU Atlantis)-Armoured Skin
Daniel Faraday-Induced Radioactivity
"Get moving Walden!" The PE teacher yelled. Luke opened his eyes and looked at the coach. Luke groaned. He had never been good at pushup. Actually, he wasn't good at any sports. Luke's hands suddenly shook, and he collapsed, eyes stinging.
Luke sadly walked into the hall after class. He opened his locker to get his algebra book when it was suddenly slammed closed. Luke turned around and stared into the face of Marcus Simmons, the class bully. He was big, sweaty, and very "persausive." "Give me your lunch money, dork!"
Luke flinched and stuttered.
"I said give me your money!" Marcus formed his hand into a fist.
Suddenly, it was like the world had become the climax of a sports movie. Luke saw the fist approaching him in slow motion, and inches away from his face, Luke suddenly jerked his head to the left.
Marcus' fist banged on the locker door. He screamed in pain, and flung another punch. Luke dodged it, eyes wide, and ran down the hall.
Meanwhile on the field. The team was practising another play. Mike ran into position ready to catch the ball and pelt it down the field to the touch line. The ball came wizzing through the air and into Mikes arms and triggered a run from its capture. Before anybody knew it, Mike was at the touch line. Unnoticed to him, he had moved so quickly that he seemed to almost flew from one side of the field to the other.
"What?" Mike asked everyone who was staring at him in awe
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Max Taggart-Pyrokinesis
Timaeus (AU Atlantis)-Armoured Skin
Daniel Faraday-Induced Radioactivity
Luke stopped running in the cafeteria. Panting, he put his hands on his knees. Sudddenly, there was a ringing in his ears. The next moment, he could hear everything.
"I'm breaking up with you..."
"Mr. Smith is sooooo hard!"
"Here's the money I owe you."
He could even hear the buzzing of a fly on the wall.
It was too much for Luke. He stifled a scream and covered his ears. He ran for door that out to the football field.
Meanwhile on the field. The team was practising another play. Mike ran into position ready to catch the ball and pelt it down the field to the touch line. The ball came wizzing through the air and into Mikes arms and triggered a run from its capture. Before anybody knew it, Mike was at the touch line. Unnoticed to him, he had moved so quickly that he seemed to almost flew from one side of the field to the other.
"What?" Mike asked everyone who was staring at him in awe
(One of the kids on the sidelines looked to another one... "That's not special, he's just on Meth..." Sorry, I've been wanting to make that joke...)
he seemed to almost flew from one side of the field to the other.
Luke coughed and sputtered. He casually glanced up at the football practice going on in front of him. He recognized the star running-back, Mike Runnerman. As he ran-no, no, flew- up the field, Luke stepped back. "What the hell is going on here?" He whispered.
At the end of the day, Luke silently walked back home, bewildered by that day's events. Looking down at the sidewalk, Luke didn't notice a bicycle, but he swiftly swung out of the way.
When he got home, Luke decided to try out his new-found abilities. There was basketball hoop in his front driveway, but he never used it because he couldn't even throw the ball. Luke grabbed a ball from the garage and dribbled it a few times. He held it in his hands the way his father had showed him and looked at the basket. He suddenly felt his eyes zoom in and out and left and right. They stopped, and Luke threw the ball. It made it. Luke threw it again, and that one made. He threw it again, and again and again. It made it every time. A smile burst across Luke's face. He ran inside and his mom, who was sitting on the table reading a magazine, asked, "How was your day, honey?"
"It was very...enlightening."