Chapter 1

"Mom, I am going to class." I shouted from the outside.

My mother shouted something back to me which I couldn't hear.

My school is like 3-4 kms away from my home. I, most of the time travel in bus or if I am late, I usually just hitchhike. Today I was kind of early so I decided to travel via bus.

I am 17 years old with black hair and black eyes. I am pretty tall for a kid my age. I am okay looking I suppose with medium build. Overall speaking, I am pretty average.

The bus stop is just a few meters away from my home. While walking something strange happened. I don't know how exactly to explain it but I had this sudden dream or vision or whatever. A strong headache accompanied this 'vision'.

It was an aerial view with houses burning, the vision zoomed to the ground. 100's of people were burned, most were already dead. Their mouths were inaudibly praying.

The vision faded.

Damn! That was really weird. But what was weirder was that I had reached the bus stop. It was like while I had this vision, my body was performing my usual tasks, kind of like a weird multitask.

Before I could mull over what happened, the bus came and I got into it forgetting whatever happened.

After about 10 minutes I reached my destination. From there it was a 5 minute walk to school.

"Why are we early today?" Shyam asked me, the moment I got out. He was leaning on a post and was looking at me disapprovingly. He had dark circles around his eyes.

"Told you to sleep early." I said to him and punched him playfully on the shoulder.

We started to walk.

"Is this really a good idea?" He asked.

"Getting cold feet?" I teased him.

"Not yet." He replied and yawned loudly, "I shouldn't have spent so much time talking with her."

"How is her leg?" I asked.

"Will heal mostly." He replied.

I double checked my bag to make sure that the spray paint was still there.

"Anything vivid you have in mind?"

"Just SUCK IT in bold letters." I replied smiling.

"How about YOUR GF SUCKED ME?" Shyam asked.

"Na. Too big." I replied.

"Dude, are you alright?" He was looking at me concerned.

I told him about the vision.

"Maybe it was a dream dude."

"How do you explain me walking to the stop without knowing it?"

"Early case of you going mental?" He chuckled.

"I am serious dude. It was pretty explicit. The burning skins and the cries. Everything."

"Let us mark his desk. It will take your mind off this." Shyam offered.

I nodded.

"What are you two doing this early?" We heard a familiar voice behind us as we were spray painting Peter's desk.

"Just keep quiet." I said to her without turning back.

"Is that how you treat your best friend?" She grabbed me from behind and turned me around and gave me a kiss on my cheeks.

"Go away, idiot." I broke off from her and continued with my work.

The girl behind us was Shyla Gills. She is the daughter of one of the strongest and influential man in the state of Aidni, The Mayor and apparently she considers herself to be my best friend. Not that I am complaining. She is a real treasure but the problem is she can be kind of…uh…clingy.

To describe her would be tough. She is like a super model standing at 5'6" with really pretty blue eyes and brownish blonde hair that was tied up in a ponytail today. She, though was the mayor's daughter, was not dressed elegantly or with abundant makeup. She was very much down to earth kind of girl. A perfect match for me, if not for the fact that she didn't swing that way.

"You want a kiss?" Shyla giggled and asked Shyam.

"What are you doing here this early?" Shyam asked tossing his spray can to me.

"I overheard you two talking about spray painting Peter and Derek's desk." She said proudly.

"Eavesdropping is not something you should be proud of." Shyam pointed out.

"But keeping me out of this was?" She questioned with mock sadness.

I threw the paint at her face. She caught it before it hit her.

"Seriously? Against a black belt?" She said with fake disdain.

"This looks nice." I said taking a step back and appreciating our hard work.

"What the hell, dude!" Shyam exclaimed.

For some reason the word 'dick' looked more like 'duck'.

"What is that supposed to mean?" Shyam looked at me.

"I blame her for pulling me." I said pointing to Shyla.

"Suck Duck." Shyla muttered, "I think people will get the general idea."

"Let's just leave." Shyam said grabbing the papers and spray cans.

"Which fucker did this?" Peter yelled.

"I bet it is these two dick wads." Derek was glaring at me and Shyam.

"Be strong." Shyla whispered to us.

"Why in the world would we do this?" I asked innocently to them.

"Fuck you." Peter charged at me and grabbed me by my collar.

"Leave him, dude." Shyla said and broke his hold from me.

"Stay out of this." Peter said and pushed Shyla back.

"What is going on here?" Our teacher walked in before things could escalate, "Oh my God. Who wrote that?"

"These two." Derek pointed to us.

"Just keep quiet." I said to him, "Why would we do this?"

"Because we-."
"That is enough." Mr. Bernard broke us off, "All of you take your seats and open your books."

He went out and called the janitor and had Peter and Derek's desk to be changed.

Peter and Derek both gave us their middle finger as they sat on their seats.

"So last class we learned that the H20 molecules when reacts with-"

"Dude, I am going to doze off. Wake me when something important happens." Shyam said to me and started to do exactly that.

I looked outside at the trees. For some reason the vision was still haunting me. Why were those people crying? And why was it so damn realistic. Day dreams? But why was there so many burned bodies. My mind was not that dark.

"It was a vision filtered by me." I heard a voice in my head.

A very soothing voice.

"Hey, are you listening?" Mr. Bernard called me.

"Yea yea." I replied turning back to him.

He sighed and continued.

I maybe going batshit crazy after all…

"Principal is calling for Shyla." A kid walked into the class and said.

"Reason?" Mr. Bernard questioned.

"Someone is there to meet her."

"Don't spend too much time. We will be shifting to an important topic."

Shyla nodded and left the room.

"Have you banged that ass?" I heard Peter's voice behind me.

Not everyone know that she is a lesbian.

Peter was sitting two chairs behind me. I just ignored him.

"He would have." Derek joined in, "Who wouldn't just look at her body."

"Keep quiet, you two in the back." Mr. Bernard said to them.

I smiled as they both went silent awkwardly.

Mr. Bernard continued talking about the different bonds and stuff when suddenly a BANG sound interrupted him.

It was pretty clear that it was a gunshot.

"Stay down." Mr. Bernard shouted at us and ran outside slamming the door behind him.

3 more bullet sounds followed.

"What was that?" Shyam was wide awake now.

"Gun shot." I replied ducking under a table.

For a while we stayed ducked under the table but when no further sounds followed, we all ran out of the class. Half the school was already outside staring at the 5 sumo vans outside and more than 20 masked men.

Shyla was on the floor unconscious. I noticed 5 other people also lying down breathing but unconscious.

I felt kind of proud of her for beating down 5 of them.

A few students had their phones out and was filming the entire thing.

"Give us 2 million and release Varn Hill from the prison or the Mayor's daughter will get hurt." One of the masked men said.

"Go to the toilet." I heard the same voice I heard before in my head.

I tried ignoring it.

"Go go go." It continued spamming me.

A sharp headache hit me hard. Everything blurred in front of me, like there was a transparent polyethylene sheet covering my face.

Like a drunk man I walked to the ground, legs all wobbly or at least it felt like it. I had no control over my body as the headache increased second by second.

"What is happening?" I cried as I fell down onto my knees. My head felt like it would be bursting any second.

My vision slowly cleared and the pain in my head decreased.

I couldn't believe my eyes. I was seeing everything clearer like crystal clear. But that was not what surprised me, what surprised me most was the black fluid climbing over my body. I shook my hand to throw it away but it almost felt like the liquid was oozing out of my body and covering me. It was like a glue. Another surprising thing was the bullets that were on the ground. The bad guys had fired their guns a couple of times but this black thingy had protected me.

A bulletproof coating of something was covering me…or I am going crazy!

I stood up. My entire body was covered in the black thingy. I looked at my hands. The black thing was not that thick. Maybe 1-2 centimeters thick. I stretched my hands and legs. The black thing didn't hinder my movements.

"Hi." I said in a loud voice. My voice sounded strange. It was kind of echoey (if that even is a word), like my voice was reverberating a 1000 times.

A couple more bullets hit my black thingy and fell down with a clang sounds. They all looked at me surprised, if the black thing hadn't covered my face they could have also seen my surprised look.

"Who are you?" One of the masked men asked removing his mask. He looked like he was in his 30's with a wrinkled face and cold looking eyes. He had the body of a fitness trainer what with his tight shirt and all, "Some kind of superhero?"

His voice sounded strong but had slight tremble to it.

"Who are you guys?" I asked closing and opening my fists. The black thing felt strange but at the same time it also felt like a shelter. It is hard to explain.

"That is none of your business." He replied and fired a bullet at Shyla's leg.

I have no idea what got over me. I ran towards him at speeds I couldn't even believe, everything else seemed slow, too slow. I grabbed the bullet, which was moving too slow for a bullet and dropped it.

All of them looked at me not believing what they were saying. But they were still slow or maybe I got faster when this black thing climbed over me. Whatever the reason, the next thing I did changed my life. The first time I hit a guy older than me.

My fists hit the unmasked man's stomach just as he was about to pull the trigger. He got thrown back with tremendous force to one of the vehicle parked behind him. The vehicle shook as his body sprawled down.

I almost felt like the hero in the movies our people made.

I looked at my fist. It didn't hurt a bit. But I was not feeling good about it though. I have never done a thing like this before. I suppose I never had a black thing climb over me and cover me.

The rest of the people all came running towards. I counted 34 heads.

Something felt strange. It was kind of obvious that they came for Shyla but why this many people?

Varn Hill was kind of a huge drug kingpin who got arrested without any trail after The Mayor's testimony. It was a big news few weeks back. But why this many people to make a point?

"It almost feels as if they knew there would be someone to stop them?" The voice I heard before said.

I looked at the charging masked men and ran towards Shyla and lifted her up in my hands. I ran to the veranda where the students were filming and placed her gently down near Shyam and ran back to the ground at the same incredible speed.

The masked men had surrounded me now.

"Let's begin." I said to no one in particular.

One of them broke the circle and came towards me. I dodged his punch.

"Too slow." I said and grabbed him by his elbow and threw him at a couple of other charging masked men.

All of them stumbled down. Without creating any delays, I moved forward and head butted one of them. It was much more drastic than I expected. I could hear his ribs breaking down.

"I am sorry." I quickly apologized to his flying body.

The rest of them looked at me confused whether to go for me or just run away. One of them decided to do the latter. He came running towards me fists closed ready to strike me.

Time to test the strength.

His hands hit me square on the face but the crying came from the masked man. His fists were completely bloody with bones sticking out.

I almost felt like vomiting.

He fell down on his knees and went unconscious. Either due to lack of blood or due to the pain. The rest of them gave me a final glance and ran to the vehicles and drew away. Few of them were left behind. They quickly went chasing after the cars.

"Dude, what the fuc-" Shyam yelled as he came towards me. I looked at him confused. He was not moving. None of them were. I looked at the sky. Crows were stuck midair. It didn't take long for me to realize that time has frozen.

A crack appeared in front of me literally as if it the air was glass. Out of the opening came a really bright light. It was too bright and intense. Normally, we have to close our eyes when we see bright lights but this was not like that. Even with the sharp brilliance the light emitted, I could stare at it without blinking.

"Hello kid." The same voice I heard in my head came again. But this time it was not from my head, but rather from the light.

"Who are you?" I asked confused and feeling strange.

"I am what you people call God." The light said.

-To be continued.

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