Supernatural Strangers

Chapter 1: I Passed Out In A Chase. Yes, I Know I'm Amazing

Okay, you ever get that thought that being a homeless person is cool? Like, think about it. No rules, no authorities. That's what ever teenager wants, right? Their so-called freedom?

Wrong.

My life as a homeless teenager is nothing but hell. Don't even wish to have a life like mine. Living on the streets is harsh and down right terrible.

At this point, some of you are possibly asking "Why exactly are you homeless on the streets?" Well, I'm technically an orphan.

I have never met my father and I'm pretty sure my mom died when I was a kid or something. Memories are pretty hazy. Do I have siblings? No idea. Any other relatives? Maybe not. Do I wish I have family? Absolutely, without a doubt.

Any normal sixteen-year-old should be in the comfort of their homes being all emo and edgy while bullying their younger siblings, or maybe they're lucky and have no siblings. Then the bullying automatically goes to a poor freshman kid. Sadly, tough, I am not your normal sixteen-year-old. As previously stated, I am indeed homeless and technically orphaned. Those two alone are bad.

What's really bad is that I'm an Outcast.

Well, that's what society, the government, that guy from Taco Bell I had once met, news casters, the media, the government, and everyone calls people like me. Outcast isn't like the social outcast most kids my age worry about. It's Outcast with a capital o. Meaning, people like me... well, we're special in a way.

See, Outcasts aren't normal people. We have this special... gift. (I call it a gift because it makes me believe mine is useful and doesn't cause mass property damage.) The more common term for it is power.

Yes, I have one. No, it's not cool. And before you go off wishing to have have these gifts (powers, doesn't matter) and wishing you could do something awesome with them, I must warn you, they aren't as cool as you think.

Our powers come with a grave consequence. Every action has it's equal opposite reaction after all.

It's like, take of example, you have the ability to... talk to horses. (Pat on the back to me for coming up with such great example.) You're stoked to be able to converse with your My Little Pony dolls, but there's a catch. You can only talk to a specific horse. Which totally throws off the whole powers-are-cool cliche.

So, what's my power? I... uh...don't exactly know.

Whoops.

"Well, can you at least explain it, Jason?" Sadly, I cannot do that.

Not that I am not able to, it's all just... too complicated. Like that Math lesson you ask your friends to explain and yet they can't which is great help for the community.

Okay, you're probably bored of this story already due to me blabbing and ranting on how much my life sucks, so we're gonna move on to what shenanigans I am currently up to.

I'm doing my normal everyday thing, running from the cops.

Well, sometimes it isn't the cops and it's some intimidating street thugs or the occasional old person who'd chase me off their lawn. Such is just a glimpse of normal in the world of Jason Fidderman.

Anyway, the cops are after me again just to mess with me or maybe because I stole a doughnut from that convenience store and didn't think twice about my actions. It is most likely the second one but, hey, starving hobo gotta do what he gotta do.

With a half-eaten chocolate coated doughnut sticking out of my mouth, I race across the busy streets of the city. The cops are right behind me, yelling for me to stop. Well, duh, I'm not gonna stop and give you my doughnut.

My mind races along as I navigate through the slightly crowded sidewalks. Frightened pedestrians make way for me so I feel like a celebrity of sorts. Or a dirty looking delinquent, with is less cool in so many levels.

I as continue running, the people move away, to avoid getting tackled by a filthy kid. My legs start aching as I sprint through the streets. The cops are still behind me, closer now (I can hear their yells almost directly behind me and it is very loud). I turned around to see the two officers close behind, I turned back and almost smack into a pigeon.

I quickly make a sharp left and run across the street. My legs feel like jelly --- which isn't good at all --- and my heart is pounding against my chest. Then I felt heat pool in my chest and it isn't a good sign.

I continue to run while the heat continues to grow warmer. The yells from the officers grew louder as well. My five brain cells are currently panicking and trying to not get arrested.

The warmth had spread throughout my shoulders and a little down my arms. My legs feel like giving in but I keep going anyway. Because 1) the cops, 2) the sake of petty theft, 3) the cops.

But, my body doesn't listen to my brain. The warmth engulfed me in a familiar sense. I can hear a light buzz emitting from said glow. This cannot be happening again, not here, and certainly not now.

Yeah, I've turned into a glow stick before.

Then, in a with no consent of what i had just though, I exploded into Jason bits.

Okay, kidding about the Jason bits part, but I did explode.

This is my "special gift". Property damage.

But with this gift, comes a consequence. And it's probably getting my doughnut taken away and awarded with a medal for "best doughnut robbery".

Voices filled my head again as throbbing pain developed in my chest. Scenes flashed into my brain like a film reel, showing me only glimpses of events past, future, and present.

"Mom, will Jason be okay?"

Oh, no.

I know this scene all too well.

It's one the earliest memories I have of the family I never got to see.