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Static
Prologue

They say that I should be thankful that I'm still here, though I'm not quite sure why. They say I have a gift. But if that's true, then why am I hunted? My name is Alexander Ravencraft. Odd name, I know. But I chose if for myself, and I like it. Let me start in the beginning, with my birth. Please note that I am on the run, so this part may be a little scratchy.

The reason they say I should be thankful is that I died once, before I was even born. Let me explain. When I was still in the womb, my mother was in a car crash at 2 months pregnant. Thankfully this is the year 2045 and they have some fairly advanced technology. They were able to bring me back for a short few hours...but it was too late for her. Thankfully, in a weird coincidence, the other family was trying to make a kid of their own, but were unable. So with our technology, they were able to take me out, and put me in the womb of the wife. This is the weird part. My body was so young and vulnerable then that the defibrillator not only brought me back, but also altered how my cells work, and effected me on a molecular level.

This alteration allowed me to be able to conduct static 700% more efficiently than any other human. When it comes to the cellular part, my cells can use my body's natural current, from the nervous system, and the static I absorb, so I control the electricity on a minor level. Meaning that I can fire it in a strait line, run it through the ground to stun someone, and I can destroy electronics quite easily.

My family, the ones who birthed and raised me, new of these powers. They protected me from the media, police, government, everyone that would just make my life harder. But, I guess it was inevitable for someone to find out about my “powers.” The government had gotten word of it from an anonymous source, and started to hunt me. I had to leave my family, my home, my friends, everything, all at the age of thirteen. They stormed the house, killed my birth mother, and arrested my father. So you see, these are the people we elected to do what's best for us. But then the turn around and use their power to try and capture me, just so they can run some sick tests, and experiments. Sorry, I'm getting a little off track. As I said before, I'm on the run, from the government. So far I have been able to get away without having to kill anyone. Though that's not to say that I haven't knocked a few people out with a quick jolt. Two years have passed since then and...I can't go on, I can hear them coming down the hall.

Chapter 2:Nightmares

I have the same dream ever time I close my eyes. I see my mother and father, sitting at the dinner table. We are laughing, actually having fun. It's of the thanksgiving before my parents were murdered by the people we elected to be our leaders. We eat, me and my dad watch the football game while my mother does the dishes. It's a normal, all-American Thanksgiving. After the game time fast forwards, it's Christmas. As I sit up, I run downstairs and see through the window someone looking in the house from across the street. I didn't know back then that it was one of the agents I would soon after put in a hospital. But, we had a good, still normal, Christmas

No one other than my parents knew of my power, I suspect that's why they wouldn't believe us when I tried to report future events to the police. After school starts back up I live the life of a normal, as normal of a life I can live at least, teen of the year 2058. I enjoyed life, I enjoyed my powers. Then, the dream skips to the Friday of the first week back from school. I see four men carrying my father into a van, and I hear a gunshot followed by the screams of my mother in pain. As I frantically run to my house I see the man I saw on Christmas run out of the house, carrying a gun. In reality I hit him a jolt of electricity. But, in this twisted nightmare, I can do nothing. All I can do is run into the house and hold my dying mother in my arms as she breathes her last breath.

That happened two years ago. I am now fifteen, and a lot wiser. I have learned how to evade these monsters, until now that is. I awaken in a cell. I am in white cotton clothes, no shoes. I can tell by the texture of the floor on my feet, and by how smooth the walls look, and not to mention a little common sense, that the whole room has a layer of rubber over the walls, floor, ceiling, except for the wall with the cell door. That whole wall is made of glass, probably Plexiglas actually. I stand and stumble over to the nearly invisible wall. I can see the faces of others, could they possibly be like me? I can't worry about that now, I need to think of a way to escape.

After about three hours of wandering around the cell, inspecting every corner and crease, I come to a conclusion. There is no getting out of here. At least the rubber on the floor makes the ground almost like on giant bed. I lay down and stare at the ceiling. It's gray, smoke gray. It's smooth and has a chalk look to it. Then again, the whole room is like that, except for, of coarse, the wall with my way out. I almost fall asleep again, this time probably into a coma from lack of food.

As I lay there I hear footsteps through the little holes made in the Plexiglas wall. I lean up on one shoulder and see a group of men in solid black walking to my cell. The open the door and I slowly stand. The men pull out a small brown bag, a MRE, Meal Ready to Eat. They are cheap and used by the military, so they have proven to give all nutrients that a normal person needs to live. They gave me two. One of them smiled, I could see his face muscles change under the black rubber mask. He said in a disgustingly creepy voice, “Eat up, you're gonna need the energy. Here's some advice, do your best in the test. Not only is it life or death, but I also a few hundred bucks riding on you.” After the statement he flipped the switch on a small device on his wrist. I heard the hum of a machine, the whine of a small antenna coming out of it, about 2 inches long. All of a sudden, WHAM. I felt the surge of a small EMP hit me. I collapsed and curled into a ball, no doubt a way to break my spirit. I should expect more of those.

As I awoke I slowly rose to a sitting position and tried think. As I sat there I noticed that another pair of men came down the hallway and opened another cell. They slowly pulled a kid, an albino, and looked about twelve. They slowly walked him down the hallway and around a corner, then they were gone. I sat there, trying to figure out what they were going to do with him. He must have some special ability or skill like myself, otherwise they probably wouldn't have him held here. After about ten minutes they came back and took another person out of a cell. It was a man this time, looking around twenty-five.

I laid there, thinking about what they might be doing with the two them. I had a feeling they weren't letting them go. After what I guessed to be an hour, but what was probably really only forty-five minutes, only the kid came back. He had blood on his cheek, but I couldn't see any scratches, scrapes, or anything. One of them gave the kid a pat on the shoulder, and the kid let out a slight grin. The men then turned and made their way to my cell.

The bigger of the two opened the door, while the other kept watch. He grabbed my shoulder and with a disturbing grin told me to come with him. I complied, not having any electricity to hit him with. He led me out of the cell and the second guy shut the door behind us and followed around that same corner that they took the boy and man down. As we walked down the hallway I noticed there was a few more cells down this hallway, and a chute with a lot of heat coming form it. In the cells there were monitors, knives, syringes, and other medical looking tools setting around the cell in random places. They lead me through a giant steel door.

Chapter 4: Sigma


“GET UP!” I felt a boot connect with my ribs. I slowly sat up, “Who do you think you are, you little br-.” Wrong choice in words. Before I could finish the word my face slammed into the concrete floor, the inside of his knee against the back of my neck. He flexed his leg muscles and easily cut off the blood flow to my brain. Things started to go gray, then dark. The child loosened his grip and my vision slowly came back. I slowly sat up and took a deep breath. “Sorry.”

The child simply stared at me, a disturbing amount of hatred in his eyes. He glared into mine for a few seconds before muttering, “Ten and a third seconds, and I already hate you,” that confirmed it. “I have been instructed to train you in the ways of hand-to-hand combat. I am the best, a natural fighter. The PERFECT fighter. My night vision is enhanced by my inability to go into the sun for long. I have been taught to not feel pain. I'm also a prodigy, I can read five hundred eighty nine words a minute, and have the contents memorized as I read them.”

“So then, how did you end up in a place like this?”

“That information is none of your concern at the moment.”

“Okay, then.” I looked around the room, noticing a small T.V and an actually comfortable looking bed. “So how did you get all of this?” The child looked at me, and I could see a little pride...behind all of the hatred. “I am a Colonel in SATAAS.”

I just stared at him, amazed that this kid is a Colonel of anything, other than some toy army men. “Can I have a couple of questions?” The boy looked at me for a second, “You may.”

“What does 'SATAAS' stand for?”

“Specialty Assault Tactician And Assassination Squad.”

“So, what do you all do?”

“Whatever The Ring Leader tells us to do.”

“And what does that usually pertain to?

“We are SATAAS, the answer is in our name.”
“...Okay then. One last question. What is your name?”

“My name...is Sigma.”

Strange name, though no stranger than my own.