The 39 Clues

  Chapter One: Allie Simmons  
     Allie Simmons was walking home from school when it happened again, what continuously got her into trouble. A willow tree's branches were growing rapidly before her eyes and started swinging from side to side, knocking over a mail box and a power line. Allie started to jog away and her heavy backpack slammed against her. Her head swiveled from side to side; no one had noticed the strange happening yet, but someone would. She ran into a yard and moved a post in a fence.
 
      She crawled through the opening and ran across the local park. Then she saw a bus pull up beside what she called home. The Local Child/Adolescent Orphanage had taken in children and teens since 1804. It was about as big as a church and it was old. The sides of the building were crumbling and the roof sagged. Allie joined in with the kids who piled out of the bus and kept her head down low. She heard taunts from one of the windows on the bus and turned to look.

      "Hey! It's the nature freak!" the school's most popular, most nasty, most rich girl called out. Allie watched others peer out the windows to look at her and she flicked her hand inward. All the windows shot up and Little Miss Perfect's nose was slammed by one and made a satisfying snap. She suppressed a grin and laugh while others were laughing hysterically.

      Allie heard screams and tore through the small crowd and flung open the door. She rushed upstairs and up another flight of stairs. She went to the door to her left and quickly climbed up her ladder and onto the top bunk of a bunk bed. She put her bag behind her head and groaned. She had let her anger get the best of her. She had just used...the thing. The power that scared her, the power that made her different, the power she wished she never had.

      Just what was it? What did it make her? Why did she even have it? No one else knew. No one could help her. She had no family, no friends, no one to rely on. She sat up and opened her bag. She pulled out her homework and tried to get started on it while the others girls came into the room, talking and laughing. She couldn't wait to be eighteen. Then she wouldn't have to be here. Just three more years, she told herself while studying for biology class.
Hopefully, her problem would end by then.

               

Sounds cool. The story
 

awesome! now i know what 2 write! great job!


Chapter Two: Kevin Sanders

Kevin decided that it was official.

He hated school.

He knew that many kids had similar realizations, but their feelings couldn't compare to his. Middle School hadn't been so bad. His blonde hair, ice blue eyes, winning smile, and athletic skills had made sure of that. But in high school, he didn't stick out nearly as much.

At least not in any obvious way.

Finally, the bell rang and he stood, heading out into the organized chaos that was the hall outside. Kids jostled him in an effort to reach their lockers as quickly as possible. That annoyed him.

"Hey Kevin!" came a girl's voice.

Oh no. Not this again, Kevin thought, though he put a convincing smile on his face as he turned around to face the person who had called his name.

Her name was Alexis. She was stunningly beautiful, with red hair and green eyes that seemed to sparkle. But she was already taken by the shooting guard of Emerson High School's basketball team. And she was a little bit too flirty for him anyway.

"Hi," Kevin said, trying to keep his annoyance out of his voice.

"You coming to the game tomorrow night?"

"Can't."

"Why not?"

"I don't know. But I'll definitely find a good reason not to have to watch James single handedly blow out whoever we're playing against."

"Why do you hate him so much?"

"Who said anything about hate? It's just a very strong dislike."

"Seems like hate to me. Don't worry. We're playing against Lakewood tomorrow, so I doubt it will be a blow out."

Lakewood was Emerson's rival high school, in both basketball and football. It seemed like they were the only team that could actually beat Emerson High. All of this ran through Kevin's mind before he realized that Alexis' hand was on his shoulder, and that a tall, black haired junior was staring daggers at him. James.

He pushed his way through the crowd until he was standing before Kevin, and he pulled Alexis' arm down.

"What do you think you're doing?" James asked.

"James, I am really not in the mood for this today," Kevin said, feeling his annoyance rise again.

"Am I supposed to care? 'Oh wow! Kevin isn't in the mood for this! Maybe I should stop!' Think again, buddy."

"I don't want to hurt you."

"Don't want to hurt me?! Ha! That's funny!"

Several other students laughed. James was 6' 5", while Kevin was only 5' 11". Though Kevin did have an athletic build, James was far more muscular. He definitely put time in the gym, and it showed.

"You know, until you started with all that 'I don't want to hurt you' nonsense, I was going to let you off with a warning. But now it looks like I have to put you in your place."

"When I said I'm not in the mood for this, I meant it. Leave me alone, or I will seriously hurt you."

"What? You think you're some sort of kung fu master or something? Let me let you in on something. All of that stuff only works in the movies."

"James, leave him alone," Alexis said. "He wasn't doing anything."

"Quiet, Alexis. Let me handle this."

Then, he threw a punch at Kevin's head.

Where the heck are the teachers? Kevin thought, as he watched Kevin's fist come flying towards him. What sort of a school is this? Just letting two kids fight it out? Ridiculous!

Then, he lifted his arm, and James' fist connected with it. James howled in surprise.

"Feels like punching iron, doesn't it?" Kevin said, smiling. It felt good to finally be able to take his anger out on someone. "How about I let you in on something? I don't need kung fu to kick your butt."

Then he slammed his own fist into James' gut. James went flying into the air, and slammed into the ceiling before hitting the ground. The kids around them gasped, as James lay on the ground, all of the air knocked out of him.

"I told you I would hurt you," Kevin said, kneeling besides James. "I never break my promises. Get up. Try to fight me."

James growled and pushed himself to his feet, throwing another punch. However, it never connected. His fist simply halted in mid air. Kevin glared angrily at him, feeling his power growing. James tried to move his arm, but he couldn't.

"Realize that I'm being merciful right now," Kevin said, enjoying the look of fear on James' face. "I could snap your arm in two."

"Kevin! Stop!" Alexis cried.

"Don't get into this," Kevin said, turning to look at her, releasing James' arm as he did so.

James instantly swung at Kevin again. Kevin spun back around, catching James arm and going with its momentum, sending it crashing into the floor. There was a loud cracking sound, and James cried out.

"That's for the cheap shot," Kevin said. Then, he lifted James by his shirt and slammed him back down into the ground. "And that's for messing with me in the first place." Then, he lifted his hand and blasted James telekinetically, slamming him into the ground so hard that cracks appeared. "And that was just because you caught me on an off day."

James lay, unconscious on the ground. Alexis ran to him, cradling his head in her lap. She couldn't meet Kevin's eyes, and she radiated fear. Kevin looked up at the crowd. They were silent.

"Alexis?" Kevin said. "Sneak him out. Bring him to a hospital if you have to, but don't tell anyone that I did this."

He then addressed the crowd. "If I find out that any of you told on me, you'll get much worse than he did."

He let that sink in. Then, he entered the crowd, and they parted for him, none of them daring to touch him. He smiled.

Why am I so happy? he thought as he shoudlered his backpack. I just hurt that guy. Maybe pretty badly.

In books, taking out anger on our enemies was always supposed to feel bad. Kevin was beginning to wonder if the books had been wrong on that point.

*jaw drops* ......I was going to say, you need to continue, but then I remembered I write this thing too. :P But that was.....beyond awesome. It was somewhere over the rainbow! :P I loved it!!!!!!!!

Chapter Three: Already Gone
   Allie woke up at five in the morning and quickly turned the room's alarm off after she swung off the top bunk. She tiptoed to the closet and got a pair of boy shorts and a tee shirt three sizes too large for her. She slipped on some socks and put on her torn, old tennis shoes. The other girls were starting to stir and so she grabbed her bag and quietly went out the door and went downstairs. Some kids had camped out in the familyroom and Lily, the orphanage's caretaker was making breakfast.

"Good morning, Allie," she said.
"Morning."
"Would you like a pancake?" she asked, flipping one.
"Sure," she said and picked one up off a plate.
  
   She tore off bits and threw them into her mouth. She quickly finished and rushed to one of the four bathrooms. She pulled her toothbrush, toothpaste, and hairbush out of her bag and started to brush her teeth. She rinsed her mouth out and put the toothbrush back in a ziplock bag and put all of it away after she quickly brushed her hair and shoved it into a ponytail. She looked at her reflection in the mirror. Small nose, small amount of freckles, hazel eyes, long golden brown hair, and a small smile with straight, white teeth.

   She turned away from her reflection, went out and to the back door. She quietly opened it and then ran to the park. She decided to take a different route to school than the one from yesterday. Where ever she walked, flowers popped up, baby trees, and vines. She smelled like springtime, at least when it was spring. In the winter, she could control snow, how much it snowed, or where it should snow. She made it to the school and pushed little curls of hair out of her face. She leaned up against a school wall and waited.

   She waited two hours and kicked the ground around her. Around thirty minutes later, a car speed into the parking lot and it's top was down. Five girls stepped out. Four followers and their leader. Allie had trouble not exploding with laughter the moment she saw Miss Priss's face. Talk about bandaging. You could only see her mouth and eyes. She'd rode the bus yesterday, because she was told they would be handing out Victoria Secrect products, but she'd been lied to and was still ticked off about that. The broken nose made it worse.

   "Ugh, someone forgot to get all of the garbage," she complained, trying not to make facial expression. The other girls laughed and pointed at Allie. Allie pretended she didn't exist. They walked away laughing about her clothes and Allie hummed to drown them out.
"Hey Sandra!" Dalyn, a geek who rode his bycicle everywhere, called to the Rich Witch. Dalyn had been obsessed with Allie since sixth grade when she moved here. He swore up and down she was some kind of alien and so she tended to stay away.

Allie followed at a slow pace as Dalyn pedalled across the parking lot to the five girls.
"What?" she heard Sandra, annoyed.
"Allie Simmons did it!"
"Who did what?"
"That garbage," he explained, "she broke your nose."
"She didn't!" Sandra exclaimed, outraged.
"How could she? She was walking so sadly. No hope in the world. Nothing to live for. She wasn't even near the window," one of the girls said sarcasticly.
"She did! You see, she's got powers!" Dalyn said excitedly.
"The only powers she's got, are the ones that smell," Sandra hissed and stalked off towards the school entrance. Allie kept walking towards the doors, but hurried a little when Dalyn rounded on her.

"You did do it, didn't you," Dalyn said. "Didn't you?"
"No."
"But you had to have done it! No one else could have!"
"Yes they could, go away Dalyn. Leave me alone."
"Why? You sound guilty! That must mean you did it!"
"I didn't! Okay? Get it through your head!" she said forcefully and sprinted to the doors.
 
   She opened one and slipped inside. She couldn't believe he was in the same grade as her, but six inches shorter and she was 5'5. She went to her locker and started pulling out books from her bag. Soon, the halls were filled with kids and Allie pushed through the crowd to get to her class. First was English and at least Sandra and her posse weren't in that class. The bell had rung and she made it to class in time, but as soon as she walked in, the inercom came on.

   "Mrs. Mullberry, please send Allie Simmons to the principal's office," a dull voice said.
"Allie, I don't think you've done anything, but please go," the teacher said and the rest of the class stared at Allie. She turned and went out the door and headed to the office. She went inside and sat down.
"Who are you?" a lady in glasses at the desk asked.
"Allie Simmons," she said quietly.
"The principal will be with you momentairly," the lady said. Alllie looked around the room. Dull and boring. She sighed, leaned her head against the wall and closed her eyes.
"Miss Simmons?" a voice asked and Allie jerked upright. She got up and walked to the elderly man standing there, who was Principal Creevery.

"How are you Allie?" he asked as he led her into his small part of the office.
"Okay."
"I heard that there's been some trouble," he said and Allie's hands got sweaty. She rubbed them on her shorts.
"I'm sorry Allie, but you're going to have to be punished. You can't break a students nose," he said gently.
"I didn't break anyone's nose!" she exclaimed.
"There's evidence Allie."

"No there isn't! I saw what happened! A window just, shot up and hit Sandra!"
"No, that's not what happened," Principal Creevery argued gently.
"You don't know! You weren't there!" Allie said almost in hysterics.
"You're going to have to be suspended."
"WHAT?!?!?!?!" Allie screamed. "No! Just because Sandra's high and mighty dad, who IS THE MAYOR is paying you to go with whatever Sandra, A STUDENT says is WRONG!!!!!!!!!!"

"Allie, Allie, calm down," he said getting a little red in the face.
"You're NOT the one suspened, are you?" Allie retorted, grabbed the slip he had been handing to her and power walked to the door.
"I'm going to have to call-" he started.
"What parents? Never met em. I'm not coming back. You just lost a straight A student," Allie said hotly and stormed out. She ran to her locker and pulled everything out and shoved it into her bag. Tears where rolling down her face. She zipped it up and slammed her locker.
"Hey Allie," her crush, Zach called to her, but she wasn't paying attention and she ran out of the school.

   She wasn't going back. Not to the orphanage and not to the school. She decided she did need some clothes and food and she thought really hard. She ran to the orphanage and stood under her window. Then clothes came rushing at her from the window. She grabbed them and shoved them into her bag. She had moved them with her mind. Then she went to the back door and slowly opened it. She tiptoed inside and didn't hear Lily or anyone else. She rushed to the kitchen and grabbed a box of cinnamon toast crunch, two apples, and a bananna.
  
She grabbed a skateboard in the hallway and ran outside with her loot. She dumped her school books in the garbage bin so there would be more room in the bag. She put her bag on her back and jumped on the skateboard. She didn't have any belongings or friends and that made this a little easier. She made it outside the town and passed some kids riding bikes. One loved her skateboard and offered to trade. She took it and offered the bicycle that was Dalyn's and told them where it was. Dalyn never locked it up or anything.
  
She told them to wait a minute and it would come to them. She tried to move it with her mind, but over this long a distance was hard. She tried harder and there was a pounding in her temple. She tried not to cry it hurt so bad, but then, it came with it's tires squealing.
"Awesome!" the guy said and handed her fourty bucks. She agreeded and hopped on the guy's bike which was rusty and old, but a lot better than stealing Dalyn's safety bike. They waved as she pedalled away. She didn't turn back. She was already gone.
 

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#1 FAN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!KEEP GOING PLEASE

This story is awesome!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Great job, Katelin and Kaleb!! Amazing!! I can't wait for more!!! YAY!!! I love it!!

Now this is what I call AWESOMENESS!!!!!!!

WOW! I loved it! You both did a great job, please continue soon I can't wait to read more :)

i'm wondering just a few things. how old is ur character? and how soon do u want them 2 meet one another? i think i might need 2 know that before i write the next chapter

@Everyone: Thanks! :) It was his idea, not mine!!! (Btw, I'm grounded and if you would say that....spread the word I probably won't be back on until Sunday..thanks! I'll explain then!)

@Kaleb: She's fifteen and I think they should meet ...hm...Okay, look at it this way...This is how we started...
~Katelin (first time)
~Kaleb
~Katelin
~(Your turn right now)
~Katelin
~(Your turn and this is when I think the characters should meet. Like, Steven takes a class trip or something...then I write how the girl ends up there...then you write about how they meet)
That okay?

Gosh i'm getting bored.....

EVERYONE IGNORE MY LAST POST.....I THOUGHT I WAS POSTING ON ANOTHER THREAD!!I WASN'T TRYING TO INSULT YOU'RE STORY!!!SORRY ABOUT THAT PEOPLES!Awww you're grounded Kate?I feel soooo bad for you.I'll just be waiting for your post!

alright. the only thing is i alway make my characters meet through a class trip lol. what if someone tells on Kevin, and he is forced 2 run from the police? then, our characters end up in the same city (preferably a big one). then, some other country attacks. that could explain some of the tension between the government and our characters. not only do they destroy a lot of stuff when they fight, but they create a distraction when the government is trying 2 fight a war.

i can wait 'til sunday 4 ur response. i don't want 2 start writing without ur okay! what do u think?  

Being grounded kinds sucks... I wonder why Katelin is grounded, none of my business anyways...
I only have one suggestion... POST THE NEST PART ASAP!!!!!!!!

And yes I'm a little random

@Kaleb: Yeah sure! Sorry, yesterday was really, really busy for me. Easter, ya know. Anyway, totally! :)

@Camy: No problem!!! Ha! Lol, no one's upset. :) Don't worry about the grounding thing. :P I enjoyed the break.

@WA252: Yes, yes it does. :P Just wait till Kaleb sees this and then he'll post. :D (Random is good. So no worries.)

ah finally! *rubs hands while laughing evilly*

Chapter Three: Closer

Of course, the one time Kevin decided to walk home it would have to rain.

There's one useful thing about telekinesis, Kevin thought as he walked. You can keep yourself from getting wet.

The rain fit perfectly with his dark mood. Part of him was shocked at his outburst of pure wrath. The other part was playing it over and over again in his head and calling himself awesome at all of the best parts.

As Kevin walked, a squirrel crossed the path in front of him. Kevin just looked at for several seconds, and was surprised when it didn't run as he came closer. Kevin kneeled only a few feet awya from it, watching as it nibbled at a fallen acorn.

"You should have ran," he said softly, reaching out a hand and clenching a fist.

The squirrel instantly became pulp.

That was evil, Kevin thought. Why did I just do that?

His thoughts were instantly interrupted by the sound of a police siren. It was close. Way too close.

Kevin stood and began walking again, looking over his shoulder to see two squad cars moving quickly down the street. They screeched to a halt when they reached him. Doors flew open, and cops surrounded him.

"Kevin Sanders, you are under arrest," one of the cops said.

"Somebody told on me, didn't they?" Kevin asked.

"Yes they did. Your parents are already at the police station. You're coming with us."

"No."

"Yes."

"If any of you touch me, I'll crush you."

The policemen looked around at each other, probably wondering if he was serious. He was, but they couldn't have known that.

"Look kid. You may have beaten up a high schooler, but you're not going to take down four armed policemen. Let's make this easy. Get in the car. Now."

"No."

Kevin turned away from them, and started walking. He sensed the policemen approaching him from behind, but waited until the last second before spinning around in a reverse high roundhouse kick that caught the leading cop in the chin. He was down. The other three instantly pulled out their guns, aiming them at him.

"Put your hands in the air!" one shouted, while the other two moved forwards, one holding handcuffs.

"Whatever," Kevin said, lifting both hands.

Then, he closed his eyes. When he opened them, he was behind the policemen with the gun. The other two were still walking forwards, and didn't realize that he wasn't there anymore for nearly a second.

Teleportation is a nifty trick, Kevin thought as he slammed his fist into the back of the cop's head.

The other two wheeled around, pulled out their guns, and instantly began firing. Kevin lifted his hands and halted the bullets telekinetically. He let them drop, pushing his hands forward as he let out a huge telekinetic blast, sending both men flying.

Kevin leapt over their fallen bodies and ran.

  AWESOME!!!!!!!!! Okay, Big Apple here we come!
Chapter Four: Trapped
   Allie pedaled for hours straight. Too bad she hadn't packed water. She stopped at the side of a road and watch cars pass by. Hopefully, none of them would stop. Maybe keeping the skateboard would've been a better idea, she thought. She got back on the bike and got started again. Someone honked at her and she swerved. She didn't look back at them, but went faster.
  
   Her breath came in little puffs and she had a stitch in her side. She stopped at a bus stop. She didn't really have money so she closed her eyes for a moment and curled her finger into a fist. Allie opened her eyes and watched as some change and dollar bills swiftly flew out of pockets of the other people waiting to get on, which wasn't much. She caught it all and gave it to the driver.
 
   It was the exact amount she needed and smiled to herself. She sat in the very front, with her bike in the isle, pressed up against her.
"Sir, is it okay for my bike to be on here?" she asked quietly and then stared at the back of his head for a moment.
"Yes, it surely is," he murmured, clearly confused.

   Allie looked at the floor as to not catch his eye. Allie groaned, she didn't mean to control him and when she did control someone, the pain was excruciating. She gripped the side of her bike and held back a moan. Everything was fuzzy and spots danced before her eyes. She didn't care where she was going, she just wanted off. Looking out the window a few hours later, she noticed it was dark.

   The driver was falling asleep, but Allie didn't really care at that moment.
"Excuse me, what time is it?" she asked.
"One am," he muttered and rubbed his hands over his face. "I think I'm going to fall asleep, good thing the last stop is next."
Allie leaned her head against the back of the seat and watched as lights and cars flew by. Knowing that she'd have to get off soon, she made sure everything was ready.

"New York City," the driver's voice boomed and those who had been asleep awoke with a start. Allie jumped up and moved her bike. She got out as fast as she could and started power walking. Roaming the streets of New York at night is a bad thing, but there was nothing else she could do, she told herself and kept walking. Turning around, she saw two men following her. She sped up.

"Hey you, stop!" One called and Allie noticed they were wearing suits. She climbed over cars in the street to the other side. Coughing, she ran into a deserted ally.
"Young lady, you're being called in by the government," one of the men said. She was trapped and they were shinning flashlights at her. They both held up FBI badges. FBI? Government? What did they want?
Allie didn't speak, but stood there shivering. Could she really hurt FBI agents? She knew she could, but would it be right? If they told the government about what she'd done, they'd keep her as a weapon. That wasn't happening. Her eyes darted everywhere.
"I..Iii..I'll hurt you," Allie stammered quietly, but they didn't laugh.
"They could use your talents. It'll be just like home," one said gently.
Allie laughed bitterly, "What? Someone will adopt me? I'm a runaway teen with problems and who would want that?"
"The government."
"Well, no one likes the government, if you didn't notice."
"You could help us and we'll help you. Just come slowly."
"No!" Allie exclaimed, outraged. "I'm never helping ANYONE!!!"
"Suit your self," one man said and both held up guns.
Her brain tried to think of a plan. To be faster, to escape, but in desperate times like this, it went blank.        

STUPID AUTO-CORRECT!!!!!!!!!!!!! Ugh! Horrible! Anyway, please forgive the...incorrect wording....like 'She stopped at the side of a road and watch cars pass by.' Should've been, 'She stopped at the side of a road and watched cars pass by.' Also, 'finger' should've been 'fingers'. :P Other than that, I hope it was good. :)

It was don't rag on yourself. Be confident! Look at me for example. I'm awesome and all that! *crickets chirp* ok bad example....

THey were both great! And those incorrections are barelly noticable, Katelin. I totally love it!! Goin evil is bad!! 

Keep on going!You both are a great combination of writers!

Ok, that is super AWESOME! CONTINUE! PLEASE?

This is really good. Could you check out my story about Percy Jackson/39 Clues
it's called "Amy Cahill, clue hunter, demigod, and ninja dweeb's sister. 

C'mon Kaleb!!! Hurry!!! :P

sry! i think i 4got 2 tell u! i went white water rafting, so i wasn't able 2 access a computer. let me go back and read everything, and then i'll write the next chapter (which i think might contain the first plot twist. finally!)

okay. here i go

Chapter Five: The Beginning

It took Kevin five hours to get from his town in Long Island to Manhattan. He wasn't sure why he'd headed there. A vague idea of trying to blend in with a large crowd had nagged at the back of his mind, and he'd followed his instincts without really thinking about it. It wouldn't be long at all before his face was on the news, and the police organized a manhunt.

Though it was nearly midnight, the city was far from asleep. There was a festive atmoshpere in the air, and Kevin would have enjoyed it, under different circumstances. A couple hurried past, laughing about some private joke. Car horns blared, and music could be heard from various different sources.

The peaceful moment was quickly interrupted by squealing tires. A police squad car pulled up onto the sidwalk, directly in front of Kevin.

That was faster than expected, Kevin thought, moving back into the crowd. The doors flew open and two policemen jumped out, guns ready. A woman in the crowd screamed as they raced forwards.

Heading for Kevin.

He took off into an alleyway, wondering how they found him so quickly. He heard two shots, and felt time slow as it always did when he was in danger. It was the one power that he couldn't control. He didn't need to turn around to see where the bullets were coming from. He could sense the slight disturbance they made in the air around him, and he quickly calculated their trajectories. Time sped up again as he ducked to avoid the first one, and rolled to avoid the second.

He then reached the end of the alleyway and prepared to pour on the speed. Suddenly, a black SUV drifted to a stop at the other end of the alley, effectively cutting off his escape. Eight men exited the vehicle, guns already out.

"FBI! Get on the ground!" one of them called.

"Yeah right!" Kevin shot back.

He leapt towards the wall of one of the buildings that created the alley, and pushed off with one foot, sending himself into the other one. He hit an outcropping and grabbed it, then letting go as he pushed off with both feet, kicking so that he went into a back flip. His feet brushed against the first wall, and he pushed off again, this time catapulting himself all the way up to the roof of the second building. When he landed, he couldn't help but look out at the manhattan skyline before him. In the distance, he saw a flash of lightning. It was going to rain again.

He looked back down into the alleyway and saw the FBI agents hurrying up a fire escape. Another SUV pulled up, and eight more guys jumped out, one dragging what looked like a girl behind him.

This just keeps getting better, Kevin thought as he turned away.

He ran across the roof of the building. A drop of water hit his shoulder. He looked over his wet shoulder to see the FBI agents finally reaching the roof.

"Stop!" the leader called. "We just want to talk!"

"Sorry, but I'm not in a talkative mood," Kevin answered, picking up the pace.

The edge of the roof zoomed closer, and it wasn't long before Kevin was in the air again, soaring over another alley. He landed on the other roof and turned around. The FBI agents arrived at the edge of the building and all aimed at him. They began firing, and Kevin lifted a hand, creating a telekinetic shield in front of him that stopped all of the bullets. The two FBI agents who had the girl finally caught up to the rest, just as they stopped firing.

"Go get him," one of the FBI agents said, releasing her.

"I'm not going to be your weapon," the girl said. She sounded angry and defiant, but Kevin could detect some fear in her voice too.

"I said go get him!" the agent said again, this time pressing his gun against the back of her head.

What the heck? Kevin thought, folding his arms as he watched. Do they really think a normal kid, a girl no less, can take me on?

He looked more closely at her. She was kind of pretty, with light brown hair and hazel eyes. But not a fighter, at least not by nature. Kevin could see that she would follow the FBI's orders, even when it meant that she would be jumping to her death. There was no way she'd be able to make it across the alley.

However, when she jumped, she landed right in front of him. He gasped and stumbled backwards, nearly falling.

"Don't fight them," she implored softly. "You could badly injure them."

"Yeah, and?"

"So don't do this. Just come easily, and maybe we can escape somehow later."

"Sorry. Not gonna happen."

"Then I have to take you by force."

"Why are you going along with this so easily?"

"I don't want anyone to get hurt."

"Well, you're not going to last long thinking that way."

Kevin then turned and started to run. He only made it about ten feet before he ran into what felt like a brick wall. He hit the ground hard and looked up to see that there was nothing in front of him.

I'm not the only one with powers, he thought.

He stood slowly, and turned around. She was still standing in the same place, but all traces of fear were gone. Her face was an image of determination. If Kevin weren't so angry, he might have found it cute.

"Big mistake," he said.

He pushed out his hand, sending out a telekinetic wave. The girl raised both of her own hands. The wave was strong enough to cause her to skid back about a foot, leaving deep marks in the roof. Then, she leapt into the air, stretching our her hand. A vine seemed to grow out of the air beneath her hand, and she grabbed it as it sped down at him. He knocked it away with one hand, spinning and driving it telekinetically into the roof. It suddenly crumbled to dust, and Kevin looked up just in time for the girl's foot to hit him full on in the face.

He hit the ground hard yet again. He was angry now. He imagined himself standing at the edge of the roof, and he opened his eyes to see that he was there. He was getting better at teleportation. The girl was standing behind him now, and she spun to see him. He didn't turn around yet, clenchind his fists at his sides. He let his anger flow down to his hands, and smiled as he felt tongues of flame burning on his hands.

He spun and sent a ball of fire flying at her. She seemed shocked,  but she recovered quickly, bending backwards to avoid the flame. He aimed his second ball of fire at her chest,  but she caught it telekinetically and closed her hands over it, extinguishing it.

"Stop," she said firmly.

"No," Kevin said, sending another fire ball flying at her.

She again caught it telekinetically, but this time she hurled it back at him. He deflected it just as easily as she had.

"Stop!" the girl said again, much louder this time. Kevin felt the voice deep in his head. It felt as though it had penetrated his very soul. The command was so simple, and so doable. He could easily stop. Why shouldn't he stop? Why didn't he want to stop? Fighting was pointless anyway.

He shook his head, trying to clear it, but her command seemed to be echoing around his brain, and it only seemed to get louder. He saw that the girl was grimacing, one hand reached out to him.

She's doing this, Kevin thought. She's trying to control my mind.

Thinking this didn't make her stop. He couldn't do anything but wrestle with his own thoughts, and he pressed his hands against his ears, though he knew that wouldn't help.

Suddenly, a large explosion across the street, followed by the sound of a jet's engines over their heads caused the girl to stop. They both looked up, watching as what looked like a fighter jet flew over the building. The building across the street burst into flames. Kevin could feel its heat, even though he was pretty far from it.

Then, everything was chaos. It seemed as though the world was exploding. He was thrown off of his feet from the force of the next explosion. When he didn't immdiately hit the ground afterwards, he realized that he must have been blown right off of the building. Either that or there was no building anymore. He manage to land on one knee, and headed out into the street. Traffic was at a standstill. Everyone had left their cars. The noise of people screaming was incredibly, along with the explosions, and something else. Gunfire.

He heard a loud whistling sound, and then there was an explosion so loud that he suddenly couldn't hear anything anymore. He went flying into the air, and he slammed through the window of an apartment building, hitting the floor of the apartment hard. Sound rushed back as he stood. There wasn't even a ringing in his ears. Strange.

He looked out of the window to see that the entire street was a crater. The cars on it were gone, and several of the buildings had been either decimated or severely damaged to the extent that it looked as though they could fall over any minute.

He leapt from the window and landed easily. He began to run. He didn't know where he was going, just so long as it was away from the fighting.

However, it was over a minute before he realized that the gunfire was getting louder. A helicopter that was marked as belonging to the U.S. Army flew over his head, flying in the same direction he was running. Men sat on the sides, their feet dangling over the edge. Then, they suddenly began firing at something that he couldn't see because the cars in front of him blocked his vision.

A sudden explosion again knocked him off of his feet, and he landed on top of a car. He looked to see that there was a battle taking place in front of him. One side wore black fatigues, while the other side, the side closer to him, wore the more recognizable army fatigues.

I definitely ran the wrong way, Kevin thought.  

Continue! I'm MELTING!!!

He finally continued!

  Awesome! Yay! I must admit, that was the best thing I've ever read on the mb.......I'm not joking at all. That post was definitely worth the wait. Are you sure that you aren't a great famous author? I think you're right up there with the 39 clues authors, Rick Riordan (sp?), Tim LaHaye, JK Rowling (sp?), and lots of others. :D Never done that before.......white water rafting...(I think that's what you called it)Also, if this post is messed up, it's because of my internet. It keeps trying to kick me off and messing everything up.   Chapter Six: Who Knew?    "Move it!" Allie yelled to an officer who was about to get hit by a flying piece of metal. She twisted her hand a little and the man was standing feet from where he'd been before. No one was getting her, or her gifts. Who was that boy? Let's see, she thought, her thought taking a sarcastic turn, he was rebellious, cute, determined, and different. Different like her. No one had told her anything except she had to fight someone. They had shoved her in an SUV and took her to fight the guy.      She subconsciously rubbed her hands over her pants. They burned from the balls of fire the boy had thrown at her, but they weren't serious from the ice she had formed on her hands. Allie wondered where he'd gone. He had disappeared and that's when someone grabbed her from behind. Without thinking, she whipped around and her fist collided with his nose. There was a crunch and she smelled the blood. Breathing through her mouth, she gripped her stomach, trying not to throw up. Then she heard another explosion; the heat on her skin made tears come to her eyes.      She heard gun shots and she decided to make a run for it. Then, she felt something graze her shoulder and spots danced before her eyes. She was numb, but kept running, concentrating on keeping things out of her way. War, this was a war. How had she got pulled into it? What had she done? They wanted her talents, where as, she thought they were a curse. Smoke burned her eyes and lungs. She stumbled to a wall and leaned against it. Then, it started to crumble and she sprinted out of the way. Screams, sobbing, flashing lights, bombing, it was all unbelievable.      Innocent people getting hurt. Her shoulder burned, but she kept going. She stopped when she saw the police and SUVs all parked in a circle around the boy. People were shooting out of control, at him, at each other, at people she didn't know or thought lived here even in America. Then Allie looked up as a billboard sign fell from its spot. It was about to crush all of them, including the helicopters. No one noticed in the chaos. She sprinted to one of the cars and jumped.  Landing on the roof of a car, she pushed all her energy towards the sign. It slowly moved back, resting on the roof of a crumbling building.      She decided I needed to try something, and then pushed all her thoughts toward the boy. Allie felt that he heard what she was saying. Go, they won't notice you're gone. Go! But she felt his resistance. Probably, his thoughts were along the lines of  'I don't need your help' Allie sighed and moved towards the boy. They were standing back to back, not facing each other. Everyone was around them; this place was tearing at the seams. Then a voice boomed through the mess. "Kevin and Allie, we need your help," the voice said. She looked around franticly searching for whom the voice belonged to. "Why would I want to help?" supposedly 'Kevin' asked. She heard him loud and clear. "Because you could be of great use-" he started, but Kevin cut him off. "I'm NOT YOUR GUIENA PIG!" he roared and she decided to try and stay off his bad side. Yikes. Her powers were weakening. She was exhausted.   "Fine, Miss Simmons would you help us?" the voice boomed. Allie swayed a little as the world became fuzzy. "I don't know what you want, so I can't help you," she said, quietly actually, but apparently the man heard her. "Kevin here is now an enemy so you might want to step away from him," the man said. "You aren't in charge of me. It's a free country. I can stand where I please," Allie said hotly, frustration giving way to strength. "Actually, it won't be free if you don't help us. Now can we take this somewhere more...peaceful?" "No!" Allie exclaimed. She gripped her head as the world started to move to her left, then right, then left. She looked for the boy, but he was gone. Where he was, she didn't know. She couldn't think. All she knew was that she wanted sleep. She wanted it bad. "Come on Allie," the voice said. "You must be tired."      Allie screamed and felt a searing pain in her gut. The pain zapped what little was left of her strength and she tried to move. How could she move fast enough? Then, wind swept under her and she was lifted off her feet and above the city. She was the flames licking the pitch black sky. Looking for something to feed off of, to hold onto, but it found nothing once it reached past the top of the buildings and Allie used what little power she had left to make it rain over the city.  She was soaked cold to the bone and was drifting off on the wind. She hadn't called the wind. She didn't know where it was taking her. She wasn't controlling it, but she didn't really care. She slowly slipped into a dreamless sleep wondering about what she was going to do and what was happening to the boy. Was he okay? Did he make it out all right? Was she going to have to fight him again? She curled into a ball and sighed as the night's events replayed in her mind over and over again.   {Hope it was okay!}
     

TOLD YOU IT MESSED UP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! :P Anyway, I'll fix it.......Here ya go....

  Awesome! Yay! I must admit, that was the best thing I've ever read on the mb.......I'm not joking at all. That post was definitely worth the wait. Are you sure that you aren't a great famous author? I think you're right up there with the 39 clues authors, Rick Riordan (sp?), Tim LaHaye, JK Rowling (sp?), and lots of others. :D
 Never done that before.......white water rafting...(I think that's what you called it)Also, if this post is messed up, it's because of my internet. It keeps trying to kick me off and messing everything up.  

Chapter Six: Who Knew?
    "Move it!" Allie yelled to an officer who was about to get hit by a flying piece of metal. She twisted her hand a little and the man was standing feet from where he'd been before. No one was getting her, or her gifts. Who was that boy? Let's see, she thought, her thought taking a sarcastic turn, he was rebellious, cute, determined, and different. Different like her. No one had told her anything except she had to fight someone. They had shoved her in an SUV and took her to fight the guy.

      She subconsciously rubbed her hands over her pants. They burned from the balls of fire the boy had thrown at her, but they weren't serious from the ice she had formed on her hands. Allie wondered where he'd gone. He had disappeared and that's when someone grabbed her from behind. Without thinking, she whipped around and her fist collided with his nose. There was a crunch and she smelled the blood. Breathing through her mouth, she gripped her stomach, trying not to throw up. Then she heard another explosion; the heat on her skin made tears come to her eyes.

      She heard gun shots and she decided to make a run for it. Then, she felt something graze her shoulder and spots danced before her eyes. She was numb, but kept running, concentrating on keeping things out of her way. War, this was a war. How had she got pulled into it? What had she done? They wanted her talents, where as, she thought they were a curse. Smoke burned her eyes and lungs. She stumbled to a wall and leaned against it. Then, it started to crumble and she sprinted out of the way. Screams, sobbing, flashing lights, bombing, it was all unbelievable.

      Innocent people getting hurt. Her shoulder burned, but she kept going. She stopped when she saw the police and SUVs all parked in a circle around the boy. People were shooting out of control, at him, at each other, at people she didn't know or thought lived here even in America. Then Allie looked up as a billboard sign fell from its spot. It was about to crush all of them, including the helicopters. No one noticed in the chaos. She sprinted to one of the cars and jumped.  Landing on the roof of a car, she pushed all her energy towards the sign. It slowly moved back, resting on the roof of a crumbling building.

      She decided I needed to try something, and then pushed all her thoughts toward the boy. Allie felt that he heard what she was saying. Go, they won't notice you're gone. Go! But she felt his resistance. Probably, his thoughts were along the lines of  'I don't need your help' Allie sighed and moved towards the boy. They were standing back to back, not facing each other. Everyone was around them; this place was tearing at the seams. Then a voice boomed through the mess.

 "Kevin and Allie, we need your help," the voice said. She looked around franticly searching for whom the voice belonged to.
 "Why would I want to help?" supposedly 'Kevin' asked. She heard him loud and clear.
"Because you could be of great use-" he started, but Kevin cut him off.
 "I'm NOT YOUR GUIENA PIG!" he roared and she decided to try and stay off his bad side. Yikes. Her powers were weakening. She was exhausted.

"Fine, Miss Simmons will you help us?" the voice boomed. Allie swayed a little as the world became fuzzy.
"I don't know what you want, so I can't help you," she said, quietly actually, but apparently the man heard her.
"Kevin here is now an enemy so you might want to step away from him," the man said.
"You aren't in charge of me. It's a free country. I can stand where I please," Allie said hotly, frustration giving way to strength.
"Actually, it won't be free if you don't help us. Now can we take this somewhere more...peaceful?"
"No!" Allie exclaimed. She gripped her head as the world started to move to her left, then right, then left. She looked for the boy, but he was gone. Where he was, she didn't know. She couldn't think. All she knew was that she wanted sleep. She wanted it bad.

 "Come on Allie," the voice said. "You must be tired."
      Allie screamed and felt a searing pain in her gut. The pain zapped what little was left of her strength and she tried to move. How could she move fast enough? Then, wind swept under her and she was lifted off her feet and above the city. She was the flames licking the pitch black sky. Looking for something to feed off of, to hold onto, but it found nothing once it reached past the top of the buildings and Allie used what little power she had left to make it rain over the city.

  She was soaked cold to the bone and was drifting off on the wind. She hadn't called the wind. She didn't know where it was taking her. She wasn't controlling it, but she didn't really care. She slowly slipped into a dreamless sleep wondering about what she was going to do and what was happening to the boy. Was he okay? Did he make it out all right? Was she going to have to fight him again? She curled into a ball and sighed as the night's events replayed in her mind over and over again.  

{Hope it was okay!}

One word. Wwwwwooooowwwwwww. That was amazing! You guys will absolutely become published authors thanks to this book. WOW! Now I will be able to say that I read your story before it got published! Keep up the good great outstanding AWESOME story!

This is my speechless face. I am totally amazed at both of your writing skills!! This is totally amazing! So, yeah, please continue now. I don't want to get too demending. . .

Aw, thanks guys. :) That makes me feel so good about myself! :D YAY!!!!!!!! But, in my opinion........Kaleb is the BEST author on the mb. No doubt about it. Seriously, I'm not joking! Billion times better than me, I swear!

Also,.........I had a friend of mine read the story....and she's made an account JUST BECAUSE she wanted to comment on it and such! She was enthralled and I read it over the phone! Btw, sorry...One time, when I said 'I' I meant 'she' and when I said 'was the fire' (or something like that) I meant 'saw the fire'....So sorry for my mistakes, anyway, I can't wait until Kaleb posts, or at least before this comment pops up. See ya! :D

Also..........I changed my sig.............It's got our United story on it..........Don't know when it'll change though.......But I hope you guys like it! :P

(Listening to a song that totally reminds me of Allie.......and I've got it blasting. :P My mom isn't too happy. But, the good thing is.....It's giving me inspiration! (sp) Oh crud, mom's yelling....Um yeah, bye!)

thanks everyone!

@Katelin: i am not a billion times better than u! ur really good! i've got a question though. what the heck r we going 2 do now?! lol. normally at this point of the story i would introduce a new character. so any suggestions on who that might b? should we reveal the Dark or wait a little longer?

@Alex: for a second i considered being like Andrew and saying "yeah, i know. i'm the best" lol. thanks!

@AgentWolf827: thanks! i feel so good about my writing skills now. very encouraging.

i'll post my next chapter after i hear back from katelin

@Kaleb: Psh! Yeah, you truly are. Not joking. Or at least, I prefer the way you write, over my own. :P Anyway, yes, I do think you should.........cause I was planning on someone entering the story for Allie, right after you posted. So yeah, you add the Dark, and I'll get the character for Allie. That okay?