The PulseTeam, Book Two: Evolution

Prologue

Allen Manor | Cleveland, Ohio
Tuesday, December 31, 2030 | 23:45 EST

We have superpowers. All of us. Apparently, we were born with them, but for me, they were just lying dormant. And I'm still learning how to control mine. Not awesome, but then again, not completely terrible either, am I right? Oh, by the way, my mom is Pulsate and my father is The Pulse. It's insane, I know.

My best friend, Ricoleus James Smith (Rick for short) and I also built a wooden spy robot in the form of a spider in kindergarten. That robot, who is more advanced today and only keeps evolving, helped me and my friends get treatment for an invasive parasitic infection within our circle. That infection's government-approved designation is Brittney LeDavier. She is your stereotypical bleached blonde bimbo with blue contact lenses, and serves as a constant nuisance for us all as she is known by everyone in Virtis (pronounced "weer-tis" and means "power" in Latin) Academy as the fence-hopping school slut (she'll do anything that wears pants, boy or girl, or both at once). She's had work done to her face and body and literally throws herself at me, of all people, and she and her minions--wait, scratch minions, the Minions were helpful, funny, and innovative little creatures, let's not insult them--lackeys provide a never-ending source of harassment for my friends. Ergo, providing a never-ending source of harassment for me.

Brittney is especially a perpetual terror to the only girl I've ever liked like that since kindergarten, the absolutely too-gorgeous-for-her-own-good daughter of Scratch and Tech, and Rick's younger sister, Alexandra Myshon Smith. We just call her Alexa for short. At first, Brittney picked on her because of her cat ears and tail, and other feline features, but now, thanks to the holographic image inducer watch that Alexa's dad made for her, it's only because she knows that I like Alexa. And for Brittney, because she's such a spoiled brat, if she can't have something or someone she wants, no one can.

Brittney's bullying of Alexa got so bad at one point, that Alexa tried to commit suicide by jumping off the roof of the school one night. Rick, his girlfriend and the daughter of KaiSpeed and ShadowKeeper, Asune Yashimoto, Wings' new protégé and Alpha-Class cherub, Malaya Gatelight, my sister, Jessica Maria Allen, and I tracked her down and tried to talk her down from the edge of the roof. She jumped anyway. But I caught her, and we got her the necessary help and makeover she so desperately needed so that everyone who joined Brittney in mocking Alexa could finally see the beauty outwardly that I saw and still see in her. Now, she's strong enough to stand up for herself against Brittney and looks even better doing it, if that's even possible.

For me, the same dumb football jocks that picked on Dad in kindergarten through eighth grade, yeah, they reproduced and made even more dumb football jocks who now pick on me. Now don't get me wrong: Most everyone on our sports teams have relatively intelligent brain activity, but it just doesn't seem to click for one lone group of football players. And it would just have to be the biggest, burliest, and meanest three on the varsity football team.

It doesn't bother me, though, and will continue not to bother me unless they start messing with my friends. And these guys are the type of people who would try to mess with me by picking with my friends.

And I won't have it. I'll put them in the Intensive Care Unit of University Hospital, first.

I've also been thinking, after I get my powers under my complete and total control, I want to pick up where Mom, Dad, and their team leave off. And I know that they do nighttime missions, but they don't do enough of them. Not in my opinion. However, if there was, perhaps, a subsidiary of the PulseTeam that handled only nighttime missions, a StealthOps, if you will, I think things might be a little bit easier on the adults. And there are only four people who I would completely trust to be on this team, five if you count my SpyderBot, and maybe six if you also count my hothead older sister. Either way, I can't and refuse to do this alone.

And while I'm at the whole recruitment process, if I get the okay to create this team, I'm going to ask Alexa out. I just pray that she likes me, too...