Story Title: Extraordinary

Category: Alphas

Rating: T (for slight language and light mature themes, to be safe)

Character(s): Gary Bell

Theme: Friendship/Sci-Fi

Summary: People ridiculed her. They looked at her and saw a weak human being that needed to be put out of its misery. But she new better. She was just an ordinary person with an extraordinary ability...She was an Alpha. Starts during "Never Let Me Go." Female OC

Chapter 1

Violet blots colored the hallways of Fenton High School. A porcelain face tilted slightly in concentration, ignoring the vass number of students walked right across its line of vision. In order for her to see the particles vibrating, she had to multiply her perception, but then, people would be moving in slow motion when she needed them to quickly be out of the way. It was disorienting.

A group of voices appeared in the background and quickly flooded her ears. Various students moved up and down the hallway as a large boy ran after a much smaller one. The former tripped on a someone's shoe lace and came crashing onto the blue- and white-tiled floor, just a few feet from her position on the bench against the wall. Once he recovered, he tried to scramble his way back up to his feet, or at least further away from his assailant, but the jock kicked him in the back of his knee mid-rise and sent the boy back down to the floor long enough for him to reach down and grab him by the torso.

Slamming him into the royal blue metal locker, the athlete grunted before yelling, "Where the hell is my stuff?"

The blots were gone. The girl sighed.

Anyone who wasn't a teacher knew that Darrell Montgomery had to be talking about homework since the boys weren't friends, and the smaller one, Tommy, detested anything that had to do with drugs.

Trembling, Tommy's clammy hand dipped into his pants pocket to retrieve his cell phone. "I-I left it a-at home, so maybe I could c-call my mom and—"

A large hand wrapped around his neck threatened to cut off air. Darrell's voice dropped several octaves as he tempted to control his voice as to not attract any authority's attention.

"I don't care about that assignment so much. I have an alternate source. But what I do care about is the fact that you just broke the contract, spent my money, and had to cry to Mommy to try and not get in trouble!" He teased the boy to no end as the student population either laughed, pointed or whispered amongst themselves as people brought out their Androids, filming the aggressive encounter.

"W-what do you want?"

"I want my money and pay back!"

Tommy Wilkons started crying.

"But I don't have it—"

Darrell's eyes flashed in anger but also held arrogance.

The girl's cerulean eyes moved to the locker to the direct left of Darrell and she shifted her glasses closer up her nose in order to see everything more clearly. She drowned the boy out with static for a moment as he ranted on in order to see what she was looking for. She pushed her perception to move quite faster, and once she saw it—the purple objects vibrating—she went to work.

To an outsider, it would seem as though the girl was suffering from retardation, but that was far from the case. The fingers resting in her lap tightened around the fabric of her blue dress in engrossement and she could feel the nuclei of her nerves getting to work and increasing production. Now the nerves in her spine were sending shockwaves of energy to her brain and vise-versa. Synaptic terminals released even more neural transmitters than usual and her CNS was at ten times best. When concentrated enough, she stared at the electrons in the intended locker and inhaled. She felt her brain waves leaving her mind in the form of something more as she willed them to the right location. She could faintly see Darrell pull his hand back as the locker began to silently shake.

"...spend my money, I spent your face!"

Her eyes dilated and the locker door swung open with increased force. Darrell's face turned about thirty degrees to his left and a collision of cartilage and metal could be heard. After a thump, the students' voices became louder and were clearly mystified. Tommy cautiously opened his eyes only to find that his enemy had fallen to the floor with a horrifyingly bloody nose. Darrell wheezed on the floor in equal shock and pain.

She could hear the faint clicking of heels.

"What is going on here?"

That was her cue to leave. It wasn't that hard since she wasn't the only student running to get to class, or the bathroom, or anywhere that wasn't there. She clutched her large tote bag and convinced herself to not run like the others. Quickly smoothing out her dress, she stood and gracefully made her way to the bathroom in her dark, conventional heels.

Upon entering, she found a few girls glaming themselves up on the far side of the sink and inwardly shuttered. Girls like that always seemed to tease her, especially when she was in high school. It was a high school full of taller people and larger egos. She was usually a pretty upbeat person, but she was just awkward. And most of the world could always see that.

One of the girls took a glance at the stranger and whispered something to her friend. Blue eyes kept to themselves as the girls examined her profile. Looking into the mirror, she could tell that her hair had frizzed just a bit from the use of her ability. She pulled out some oil sheen and sprayed into the cup of her hand after pouring a bit of water in it before rubbing her hands together. She pulled the water-oil through her hair in attempt to make it lay a bit more. Her fingers ran through her roots and she massaged her scalp, making the brain activity slow back down to normal and it soothed her. Sighing, she took out a brush and looked at her hair. She had no idea what to do with it. But she wasn't a student. She was a visitor. A visitor who had to fix her hair if she wanted to figure what was going on in Fenton, Pennsylvania. No one would answer questions if she didn't look somewhat presentable.

After deciding to just brush it out and let the ends naturally curl slightly, she straightened her large, black glasses and left the bathroom to look for the office. When she got there, she smoothed out her dress, pressed a reassuring hand to her name tag and tentatively walked through the doors of the office. A woman glanced at her from the desk before returning to work.

Gulping then lip biting, before actually speaking.

"Um, hi. I'm here for a story?" Her voice was lax and she pushed herself to try and fix it. A reporter wasn't afraid to ask people questions. She didn't want her cover blown.

The woman glanced up. "Name?"

She internally cringed but let her smile cover up for it. "Margaret Stone?"

Typing. "Oh, yes. Miss Stone. The assistant principal is ready for you."

The woman pointed through the door and Margaret smiled. "Thank-you."

This was easier then she thought and unbelievable. She had convinced the lady at the front desk that she was a student from some college (that she made up conveniently on the spot with valid qualifications) looking to right a story for a paper, stalked the halls and saved a fellow nerd from getting his faced arranged, get an appointment with the assistant principal to ask about a murder, not sports, and even walked into the building with a fake name, nonetheless.

The only thing stopping Daphne Lambert now was her stupid, socially-awkward personality.

Here goes nothing...

My first Alpha fanfiction. I noticed that there were next to no Alpha stories so I couldn't resist! And PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE review and tell me what you think about the OC's Alpha ability. I researched neurology and stuff and kept changing the power until I could come up with something "logical" since the Alpha ability are supposed to be able to be scientifically proven. Next chapter up in about a week :)