"What the..." *cough* "where am I?" Suddenly the memories start to settle in and creep their way into my head.

*Flashback*

It was just a normal day at school, me hanging out with a couple of friends, I wasn't the most popular kid in school, but being a quarterback for your middle school team has its advantages. But then something caught my eye. Some shady looking people were standing outside the school. I started to stare, my blood pumping. "Hey Brayden, you okay?"

"Wait what, yeah sure Wyatt, just spaced out."

I turned back to what I was looking at and no one was there. I shrugged it off and thought my mind was playing tricks on me. Then the gunshots started, everyone screamed, running into people trying to escape somehow. But we were in the cafeteria, and the only exit was where the gunshots were heard, no one dared to go there.

Men with guns and masks rushed through the door, telling everyone to get on the ground.

"We are just looking for a boy. Names Brayden, ever heard of him?"

My heart nearly exploded. Why do they want me? Wyatt looked at me concerned. I started to stand up, I didn't want people to die for me. Wyatt grabbed my wrist, giving a concerned look. I shook him off. I had to do this.

"So this is the man of the hour?"

The man was wearing all black, a hood, and a skull face. His deep voice echoed in my head. This may be the last thing I hear, I thought. I gulped that fear down, and I swear when he touched my shoulder I almost pissed myself. His hands... no his claws, were so cold, they sunk into my shoulder. I winced, not daring to look this man in the eye.

He put his fingers to my chin and forced it upward.

"What? You look like you've seen a ghost?" He chuckled menacingly.

"Now here's the plan, you are gonna come with us, and we're gonna, how you say give you powers beyond your imagination, it's gonna be fun. Huh?"

"Why me?" I asked, barely able to whisper at this point.

"We want the most gifted kids in the world, we're gonna be a team you and I. Heard you have some powers, you may not know but ya do, so, coming with us?"

"Never!" I punched him in the gut and ran, adrenaline kicking in, I had to get out some how, I started to push through the rest of his men and make a break for it. I felt a loud bang and a sharp pain in my leg, but I kept running, was almost out. As my heart started to race, my body started to burn up, my fingertips sparking and crackling with fire. But it didn't hurt, if any thing, I felt better, I had never felt more alive. Another bang, this one in the shoulder. It stung like hell, i fell to the ground, crying, I had never felt this much pain.

"Stop shooting!" I hear the man growl to his henchmen.

They gathered around me, one reached down to pick me up, but I lifted my hand up. Fire unleaded from my hand, burning him to a crisp. They all backed away. I stood there in shock, how did I do that? I tried again, lifting my hand up, and fire came out hitting another henchman. "Hell yeah!" I screamed.

Bang!

Blood trickled out of my mouth, filling my throat with the salty taste of it. I tried to stop it but I kept coming out. This was it. I thought, this is how I die, I fell to the floor, drowning in my own blood. My ears started to ring, I could feel my heart start to become weaker and beat slower, I couldn't breathe. "I said don't shoot you imbeciles!"

Before everything went black, I heard a feminine voice, with a strong British accent say "Cheers love, the calvary's here!"