Oversight

Chapter 1 A Power Is Unleashed

Mark flew down the road, speeding away from the city lights behind him. His work was completed. Five new recruits, not as powerful as he would like but it was the best he could under the circumstances. He'd go back for training in a couple days and...

He stopped abruptly on the empty road that lead nowhere. That feeling, like a pull forcing him to go to it. He hadn't felt power like this in a long time. He hadn't been told why they needed anyone new, but he was told to find the best. This power would definitely qualify. He changed course abruptly, making the entire thought process less than a second. He arrived on the source of the power immediately, and was surprised by what he found. 

An old shack, not good enough to be called a shelter. The only light was a blue tint coming from some of the holes in the roof. Mark glided down, moving silently through the hole where a door should be. Moving past an open doorway, revealing a sleeping women illuminated by a box television, the only source of light in the house. Arriving at the source of the power, Mark found himself surprised for the first time in centuries. 

The Source of this power, the power that pulled Mark out of flight after a long nights work, was a teenage boy. He had brown hair, was rather tall, and most of his facial features were covered with a layer of dirt. Mark stared at him for a moment then reached out his hand, placing it on his shoulder. A light squeezed out of the space between his fingers and as fast as he had arrived, Mark had left the shack and was on his way to his master. 

...

Noah woke up early the next morning, the sun shining down on his face from the ceiling. He felt a surge of energy as he jumped out of bed. He rushed to the kitchen, grabbed a cereal bar, and ran out the door. Saturday morning, Noah had no plans but he knew he wasn't staying home. He ran down the street towards his friend Wade's house. 

Faster and faster, Noah was picking up speed at an alarming rate but he was so full of energy that he couldn't stop. He got to Wade's house in seconds. He saw it approaching, faster and faster, and he couldn't slow down. But after a moment, he didn't have to. His feet catching together, he flew forward, still going at fast speeds towards the house. Forty feet and ten centimeters above the ground, Noah thought to himself 'this is gonna hurt'. Twenty feet, and he hit the ground, his body scrapping against it as he went. He stopped sliding five feet from the doorway, his clothes in tatters and red scrapes up and down his arms, legs, and face. He pushed himself up, the sting of his injuries making his movements slow. 

Standing up, he decided first that he wasn't going to go through the front door. He ran around to the backyard and climbed in through the ground floor window. Sneaking his way through the house, he got to Wade's room. 

As Noah shut the door quietly behind him, Wade sat up in bed. "Noah? What you doing here? I'm trying to sleep in."

"Dude! It's Saturday! Get out of bed and lets hang out."

"Quiet down!" Wade was at a whisper. "Don't wake up my parents." Rubbing his eyes he swung his legs over the side of the bed. "What the hell happened to you?" 

Noah looked down at the scrapes and bruises, barely feeling them now. "I don't really know, it's a long story. I..." As he was looking at his injuries they began to fade. As if weeks were passing before his eyes, slowly causing the injuries to vanish. 

Both the boys stared at Noah's now healthy skin. Wade's mouth was wide open. "Uh... dude?"

"I...I...I...don't..." They stared, silently, for several minutes.

"What..." Wade said, breaking the silence. "...is that on your shoulder?" Noah looked down. His shoulder was the only imperfection on him. A red scar in the shape of a hand print stained his otherwise healthy looking skin. "OK, dude, we need to cover that up, now." Wade ran over to his dresser, grabbing a shirt out and throwing it at Noah, and doing the same with some pants. "Go...go get changed in the bathroom, don't wake my parents."

Noah went, and when he arrived, stared at himself in the mirror. He felt the scar, poked at it, even scratched to see if it would come off. Then he thought about his morning. The surge of energy, the fast running, the quick heal. Nothing was making sense. He threw on the clothes given to him and reached for the untouched light switch out of habit. 

As his fingers connected with the switch, he felt a slight spark that surged up his arm and traveled through his body. The lights began to flicker, the electric tooth brush spurred to life, even the unplugged hair dryer started to hum. He let go quickly, still feeling the tingling feeling from the switch run through his body. He walked back to Wade's room, hoping to just have something normal finally happen. Boy was he in for a surprise.