Unique

Part 1 - Chapter 1

I ran for my life, my backpack clattering against my back. As I turned right, into an alleyway, I looked over my shoulder to see if the cops were still on my tail. They were. As I looked back in front of me, I saw something that made my heart drop. The alley was a dead end. I was caught.

"Stand up slowly," a cold, steely voice said, "and put your hands up over your head. Good. Now, turn around." As all of this was said, I was counting to three. When I got to three, I blinked and disapeared, leaving a few very confused cops.

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So, I do that a lot.

My name's Sam. I think. I forgot my full name after they experimented on me. I'm seventeen (I think), have boot-camp short, dirty blonde hair, and am about 5"6. For as long as I can remember, again, not so far back, I've been... Well, most people would call me a freak. But I call myself unique.

After I opened my eyes, I looked around to see where I was, being that I couldn't fully control my teleportation yet, meaning I would end up in one of three places: where I wanted to be, close to where I wanted to be, or nowhere near where I wanted to be. The last one was more common. But, not this time.

An old, dilapidated building stood in front of me. It looked like it was an apartment complex before the Revolt, but no one could really tell. To me, however, it was home.

I could've teleported inside, but there were two problems. One, was that I could end up in Barcelona-not that there was a problem with that, but I was currently in Paris, Texas. Two, was that I would be shot instantly if I did. See, I live with two other guys, who are also unique. One of them is really paranoid, so he installed a sentry gun at the door, in case of intruders. The only way to disable it was by doing the "super secret knock", which literally was S.O.S. in morse code, three times. Our joke was that it was once forward, twice backward.

I went over to the door, and did the knock. I was answered by a series of mechanical clicks and whirrs. I opened the door, and called my friends' names. "Yo! James, Adam! Where the hell are you pricks?"

"Down in the basement, working on some remote-controlled land mines! Come and see!" came the response.

"What the hell? You didn't tell me there would be freakin' cops!!! I almost got my ass beat!" I yelled angrily.

"Yeah, probably should've mentioned that," I heard Adam say. As I walked downstairs, I tripped over something laying on the stairs, and when I went to go see what it was, there was nothing there.

"James. Did you just mental trip me?" I asked him.

"No..."

"Are you sure? Cause if you did, I already said sorry about the robot incident..."

"How do you teleport into a robot?" he muttered under his breath.

"I already told you, it was onto it, not into it. Hey, where's James?" I asked. Then, my pants fell down.

I heard laughing behind me, and I quickly wheeled around with my arms outstretched. I hit something, and grabbed onto it, as Adam's arm appeared in my hand. He doubled over laughing, as I pulled my pants back up.

"Works every time," he wheezed, as he recovered from laughing so hard.

"Very funny," I said sarcastically. Then, my pants fell down again, with James now laughing. I wheeled around again, only with less-than-perfect results compared to last time. Basically, I fell flat on my face. As I got to my feet, I saw a cell phone hovering over my head, with the LED light on, signifying that it was recording. James was laughing, while he mentally controlled the entire thing, recording every minute of it.

"Dammit, James, turn that off!" I yelled, while pulling my pants up again and grabbing for the camera. "Now, do you want to see what I got for your telekinetic ass?"

"Well," he replied, "my ass isn't technically telekinetic..." He then burst out laughing with Adam.

My only two friends. Five year olds stuck in fifteen year old bodies.