The walk home was pretty much the same, but a lot louder. The screaming, cars honking, a really loud commercial playing from a big screen on one of the buildings.

It could not get any worse.

I tried to ignore it all, snapping my fingers as I walked along, everytime I did a small blue spark flickered on the tip of my fingers. A gift, I awakened it when I was 10, most people awakened theirs in their teens, some not even getting the chance of getting one, they called me genius, praised me, an awakener at 10, it was like something out of a fairy tale.

My grandpa on the other hand, wasn't to keen about it. He hated it when I showed my gift to other kids, he told me it was dangerous. I was only 11 at the time, all I could manage was a small spark, I don't know how dangerous that could be, but he was my only family, so I didn't want to make him mad. I stopped using it in public only practicing in my room whenever gramps was out, and on one afternoon, while practicing, I accidentally lit my whole hand on fire.

A bright blue flame covered my hands, panicking, I immediately tried to put it out, to no avail, I tried putting out with water, no luck, wrapping it in my blanket? still burning, I did find out one thing though, it's that whatever it was, it wasn't acting like a normal flame, though bright it never felt hot, I even tried setting pieces of paper on fire, but that didn't work either, it didn't burn nor did it light anything on fire, it was just there.

In the end I never got it off my hand, it only put itself out once I fell asleep, after that I never tried it.

'Until today at least..' I thought to myself as I looked at my hand, it didn't burst into flames yet, but I stopped before any of that could happen. It wasn't long before I got home, In front of me was a run down apartment, with cobwebs and moss growing everywhere on the outside, as I walked closer, I could see people coming out.

'We usually don't get visitors..' I thought, especially in a place like this, what weirdo would go here. I hid behind a pole and watched as 3 men in black suits, came out of the house, they all looked big and burly, like bodyguards, they all had an earpiece hanging on their ears, one of them seemed to be talking to someone with it. I looked closer as they went inside a black car, parked right outside of our house and drove off.

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Worried, I rushed inside my house, only to see my grandpa sitting on the couch, he looked stressed. "Those damn bastards, what did they d-" I muttered under my breath, my grandpa looked up to me, "It's nothing" he said, in a stern tone, "Why are you here so early anyways? Did you skip school?" He asked as he looked me up and down.

"They let us go home early" I replied, he then looked at me one more time before he shooed me away. Confused, I made my way up to my room. Inside was a single boring bed, on one wall was a cabinet with built in desk beside it, it's where I do all my homework, if I ever felt good enough to do them, which never happens.

I sat down on my bad thinking about everything that happened, seeing Neo students walking down the streets was weird enough, but men in black coming out of your house takes the cake. I thought of several different reasons why they came, maybe they were debt collectors, or grandpa's old friends, maybe neither, and they were just evil villains who threatened to kill an old man, who knows.

Changing into more comfortable clothes, I made my way out, only to be met with something even weirder, "They came, it's up to you now, they're starting to suspect me." He said as he paced around the kitchen with his phone to his ear, he looked nervous, like he had just seen a ghost.

'Starting to suspect me?', what was that for? Is it about those men in suits earlier, and who was he talking to? Was it a friend? Toughts swirled in my head as I tried to make out what was happening, all the brainstorming only made my head hurt even more, so I decided to go back in my room to at least take a breather, and to not get caught eavesdropping.

I laid in bed thinking about reasons as to why those men in black were here, I know I should probably just ignore it, but I couldn't help but get curious, it feels weirdly exciting trying to find out more about the mystery men that barged into my house in the middle of the day.

Maybe it was because I was tired from walking to school and back, but the more I thought about it the more I felt sleepy, my eyelids became heavier and my normally hard bed, felt like clouds, my consciousness slowly started to fade away as I fell asleep.