The Gifted

Chapter One:He Who Bears Witness

Noah
"Hey M!" I whisper enthusiastically to my best friend/brother."What? Why are you whispering?" He asks, puzzled "I haven't told mom yet, but I have a gift, look," I clap my hands together and a lump of metal about the size of a quarter materializes in the air, shining and reflecting sunlight as it falls. I catch it and quickly throw it up into the air and make it dematerialize. M's face is covered in awe, but he quickly looks disappointed,"Your power is to make rocks?" he asks, "Not exactly," I respond "I probably could make other things with it if I trained," At the moment, we were sitting by the tree in front of the house, we heard footsteps and a metal clanking down the road. We quickly hid behind the tree and tried to be as quiet as possible. "Is it Quasar?" asks M in a hushed whisper. "Maybe, I'm not sure who he is exactly," I mutter. The group of six men walk up to the door and knock politely, waiting patiently. Mom opens the door and all the color drains from her kind and gentle face. Five men were clad in scarlet, holding shiny, gleaming objects in their hands. The sixth man in the front was wearing a menacing black cloak with a white and black mask covering his face. "What are they holding?" I ask M, holding my breath. "Guns." he says in a strained voice. Mom had said that guns were things that gave power equal to the gifted, but that the gifted couldn't use them."Yeah, it makes sense," I whisper "if they were working for Quasar they wouldn't have a gift,". They stared mom down, and the man up front asked her "Do you have a gift?" She had gotten back to her senses and just stood there, thinking. She then stuck out both of her hands, which still had tomato sauce and flour on them, and sent four of them flying back onto the hard ground.The remainder retaliated and released a earblisteringly loud round of gunfire, which splattered blood and violently threw my mothers carcass across the lawn. I struggled to stifle my scream as they went into the house to give dad a similar fate. We came out from behind the tree and ran, just ran until we couldn't run anymore. We were in front of a brick building at that point, so we entered in desperation, and were greeted by an older lady with a concerned look on her face.

   It's been nine years since that fateful day, but soon we will get the vengeance we deserve. "Noah?" M asks, looking up from the paper he was designing on. "Yeah?" I reply,casually glancing at his intricate gauntlet designs. He looks up at me with a confused look on his face and asks "What are you brooding about?" taken aback, I quickly respond "Nothing, just thinking about a new weapon," I lie through my teeth."Do you think you could make this?" M asks, handing me the designs he was working on. It had a slim,durable, and sleek gauntlet that had housing for a few buttons, a cpu, and a stack of minibots. M was incredibly intelligent, and had designed gauntlets, that could control quarter sized robots. Being as my gift is making weapons, I would use his designs and make his gauntlets and his minibots."Boys, I made supper," yelled the librarian from a few rooms away."Coming!" Me and M responded in unison, walking through the tall shelves of old, weathered books until we came to a small dining room. On the round wooden table were three plates, each with a hardy helping of garden fresh veggies. "Thank you," I said to the librarian as I started to eat the
food. Ever since that day we had lived with the librarian. We tended her garden, and she schooled us and fed us. In our spare time we designed weapons and I made them using my gift. I have made too many weapons to count, but I still know them by heart. We've been planning a trip to the headquarters of Quasars murderous organization. Though no one knows where it is, we will find it and tell the king. After we ate, the librarian went back to her room and me and M were tasked with cleaning the dishes. "How do we find their HQ to begin with?" asks M, while toweling off a porcelain dish. "I'm not sure," I respond,"Maybe we could interrogate one of his soldiers,". "I've read about interrogation and the psychology behind it, it'll be difficult to get them to reveal something so important and vital," he says, drying off the last dish. "You can't do that," says the librarian from the other room in a concerned and cracking voice "Don't do that, y'all end up like your ma and pa," she ends with a strict voice full of worry.

Authors Note: Sorry for a note so early on, but I will be publishing as I work, and please comment any criticisms you have, because criticism is needed.