Snippet #1749822

Beep Beep Beep! The sound of the alarm... something Anson was not fond of hearing each morning. Sleeping sideways, he was too lazy to get up and close it. Instead he lazily moved his arm over his little desk in search for the button or switch that would turn of the alarm. Knocking over a few things, he cursed until he found the alarm. Now moving his hand along the machine, he looked for the button that would turn it off. The longer it took, the louder the beeping got and Anson was starting to get a headache. Finally, he found the switch and flicked up down wards. The Beeping stopped and Anson let his hand drop, knocking down the cloak. He cursed again and turned sideways on his bed, facing the ceiling. Forcing himself up, he stretched his arms and stood. Dressed only in boxers, he made sure the windows from his room were closed. He had a pretty well shaped body and that was exactly why he wanted his window closed. His damn neighbour was a pervert: A lady that lived alone with her 2 kids. She wasn’t all the bad looking...but she was extremely awkward and weird. Anson walked down the hall of his house and made it to the bathroom where he got in the shower.

Anson had lived in Vancouver all his life. Keeping his secret away hadn’t been easy. He lived a little isolated from the city. His home was large. Well, large for someone who lived alone that is. But it was all he needed. Behind his home was forest. Trees for kilometres before you got another home. A single road led to the village and then to the city. He liked it. He would take his motorcycle when it was nice out and be at the High school he worked at in 30 minutes. A simple drive that he enjoyed every time. He liked his job. History was something he was good at because of one of his “talents.” With his incredible memory, Anson could remember every date and anything that happened since his birth...and even before that. That had aided him greatly at being a History teacher. But often he needed to control his knowledge. People might start asking questions. He passed a hand threw his wet hair, shampooing his hair and then rinsing it. Anson had been born with his powers. Something he had learned to control at a young age. Now 38 years old, he had much experience with his powers.

He had kept it a secret all his life. No one knew about his powers... well not since his parents. But they passed away from Cancer a few years back. Anson had no siblings and all his cousins and family lived somewhere in Europe. Anson smiled as he stepped out of the Shower and put a cloth around his waist. He looked at himself in the mirror and smiled. “What a handsome fella!” He laughed and walked out of the bathroom. It was 6:30 in the morning and he would need to be at the school for 8h00. He quickly made himself a tea and sat down on his couch, opening the news channel.

What he saw nearly made him drop his tea. Live footage of a helicopter floating over San Francisco. The once beautiful city was in ruins. Dead bodies lined the streets and buildings were set on fire and destroyed. The news reporter spoke: “We are now flying over what use to be the grand city of San Francisco! Only a few days ago a group of unknown people started destroying the city using unidentified weaponry. Reports say only 6 people in all were spotted! Although this still to be confirmed, survivors say to have seen a girl controlling lightning or a man freezing people just by looking at them”

His hand shaking, Anson placed his tea cup on a table and closed the T.V. No normal human could have done this...even with biochemical weaponry... This was something else. “It has to be...I knew I wasn’t the only one! HA! My theory was right!” Anson jumped up, suddenly excited by the idea of others like him. But the excitement was suddenly replaced with anger as he remembers the images of the dead bodies in the city of San Francisco. “How could they do this...and there were only 6 of them. Something must have happened. I got to get to that city and find out! And if I’m lucky...there are more like me who will come and aid me.” Anson ran to his phone and dialled the school number. “Yeah Jess! I won’t be coming in today, call in a replacement...actually I won’t be there for a while...uhh...I have uhh...relative who died over in Scotland and I need to be there. Yeah I know I know...please understand, the family needs me! Yeah ok thanks a lot...see you”

After that he leaped to his room and got dressed. He quickly put on a shirt and his brown Trench coat. Searching under his bed, he found his twin handguns and pulled out his retractable staff that he had made himself. Quickly tucking that in his coat, he made a quick bag of provisions and locked up his house, leaving the keys in the mail box. Standing outside he looked at the sky. How many people had been killed...this needed to be stopped before they continued.
Closing his eyes, Anson needed to find a way to get to San Francisco...and quick.