Power tends to corrupt, and abolsute power corrupts absolutely. - Baron Acton
When I was a kid, I was never really... Normal. I mean, really, normal's not a thing, but I never was like other people. Sure, I look pretty average, with longish, shaggy, jet black hair, brown eyes that sometimes get green around the edges under UV light, sort of tanned skin... It's safe to say I could easily fit into the crowd. But if you spend time with me, you notice some odd things. For one, I never really feel the cold too much, or the warmth for that matter. If you dropped me naked in the Arctic I'd probably still die, but when it snows and everyone else is shivering, I just stand there like it's spring already. Also, in the summer, I never get sunburn. I just tan, but even then I don't tan as much as other people.
Plus, you know, I'm a total pyromaniac and creepy voodoo stuff always happens around me.
One time I was pouring milk into a cup of tea and the tea simply moved, like with Moses, and refused to hit the milk until I looked away, when it sploshed. That wasn't a big one, but it certainly happened. One time I managed to lift up a broom and trip someone up without touching the person or the broom; I wanted it to happen and it did. One time I managed ot jump over a car (a feat I attempted many times put never succeeded again). One time I hit some kid who was trying to mess with me, after two months of it by the way, and he literally flew across the yard, braking his left leg on impact with the floor, two fractured ribs where I'd hit him. Nothing they couldn't heal, but... Yeah, I suppose you could say that, due to my issues with authority, was the penultimate straw in the McDonalds warehouse that was my education. I was suspended for a week. The last time, I accidentally set my Chemistry room on fire. I mean, people assume it was me, but I didn't even have a lighter or some matches, but despite this, it just happened to be as I strolled past the little jar of petroleum gel it burst into flames. Nobody was hurt in the end, but nobody believed me either, so they sent me to St. Brutus' Insitute, which is basically the wilderness locked into a building in the south of England. "Not just for those around him, but we think this could really boost his education," the man who smelled like TCP had told my parents, and they'd agreed to let me go. Soon after, the social guy showed up with Captain TCP, and they took me to the Institute. Or at least they tried to.
I'd never been to London before, so the social guy, James Lewis, took my to see a show there... It had somebody famous in it, but I forgot who. James is a nice bloke, sandy hair, good looking, all that, and he was a laugh as well. We were messing around as we got onto the tube, telling jokes we'd heard off the TV, just the usual stuff, when I noticed the guy who was staring at me through the window of the tube. The guy was in the next cart along. He looked like an agent from the Matrix or something, with the suit and the sunglasses and the earpiece. His earpiece bore this symbol, it was like... There was a line going up, then it bent at about 10 O'clock, the flattened out horizontally. Alos, it was gloing turquoise, which I thought was pretty cool. His hair was cut short, probably a number two, and was jet black. I figured he was just one of the famed mole people, some weirdo on the tube. A fashionably dressed weirdo, but a weirdo nevertheless.
Then I noticed another man, who looked exactly the same, in the carriage I was currently beside.
That freaked me out. He said something I couldn't hear into the earpiece and I, being from the North of England, made a bad decision; ditch a perfectly nice man. So as we pulled into Waterloo, which was the next stop, I darted off the train, mumbling and excuse to James about needing the loo. I'm good at not being seen, especially by teachers after years of practice, so I hurried out of the station, pulling up my hood, looking down, putting my thumbs behind the straps of my backpack which held all my clothes and stuff for the Institute. I thought I looked pretty inconspicuous, but in the tunnel I passed another, identical guy in a suit.
