I woke up to gunshots ringing in my ears. “Holy Shit!” I nearly screamed as I stood up and started to run anywhere with no idea where. Only to be stopped by my headset still on my head as it pulls my head back and into the floor.

When the hell did I start playing shooters again?!

Groaning I stumble up and realize I fell asleep at my desk while gaming. What time is it! Phew...still got an hour to get ready for school. In a now much more calm manner I took a brief shower, got dressed, had a breakfast consisting of oh so amazing coffee and cereal, and headed out the door while grabbing the rest of the football gear I’ll need for the game today.

While having a nice walk in the morning I enjoyed the cool breeze that chilled my skin and gave me an enjoyable shudder. The cold was always something I liked, there was something about it that made me feel calm, collected, and...deadly. Where did that thought come from?! I need to stop staying up so late, I’m becoming an edge lord and it’s freaking me out.

Arriving at school I put on my game day jersey, and walked through the doors. Getting a few high-fives and words of encouragement that started as soon as I walked in and lasted the whole school day. Sure it was cool, it made me feel like I actually meant something important, but there was something nagging at me telling me that it was unsafe people were all aware of me. Man this feels weird, sure I’m antisocial but I didn’t think it would turn me into someone who can’t even leave the house.

The school day came to an end without much happening besides the announcement of the game and the pep talks my classmates gave me. I headed to the locker room to take a nap before the game started in a few hours. I think the lack of sleep is making me stressed out. I layed on one of the benches in the locker room and closed my eyes for a nice rejuvenating nap.

“You have been chosen. You will be a trailblazer for your people. Others of your blood will be with you on your journey. Fight for your survival, conquer for your safety, and create for the welcoming of others.”

I widened my eyes seeing a football game playing out in front of me. What was that voice? What did it mean? “Jaxton get out there”. I stuttered… how the hell did I get out here?! How do I already have my pads on?! “Jaxton I said get out there!”

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That shot me into focus. I ran not the field peeking over to the scoreboard. It’s the last quarter with barely more than a minute left! And we’re only down by a point! I can’t stop thinking about all the questions I have until I hear a loud scream and feel my legs go from under me and over my head and get crushed by a guy definitely three times my size...lineman.

Along with a loud whistle, I staggered to my feet and walk jog over to our side of the ball. Who the fuck cares how I got here?! All I know is that we have a chance, we barely have any time left, and I’m pissed as hell.

I drop into my position look to my coach as he gives us the defensive play. He wants me to stay back on what will most likely be my last game of football ever played? Fuck that! I look to the ball and at the huge center lineman who’s shit eating grin looks oddly familiar. I wait as it looks like time stands still... and then instantly it all collides together.

The ball moves, I sprint as fast as I can to the lineman. He starts rising up after hiking the ball preparing to collide with me only to hit air. With a force unknown I jump into the air and flip over the center with a grace I know I don’t have, landing in front of the quarterback about to hand off the ball to his running back. I can make it!

I run towards the quarterback with my eyes on the ball and his on his incoming running back. We collide with me grappling the ball and spinning off as he lands into the dirt tripping his teammate.

I have the ball. I Have The Ball! I run knowing I don’t have time to question what happened. I run as fast as I can feeling my legs aching and my lungs burning as I sprint faster than ever not even looking back behind me.

Then I’m there, only a foot away from a touchdown. How did I do this?! When could I do something like that?! Have I always been able to do this?! All of these thoughts start swirling through my head.

But then, like magic, I take a step. And the world shoots into focus, the crowd errupts into cheers, people start running onto the field. I feel amazing, like anything is possible as I get ready to be treated by my teammates and family to congratulate me. I see everyone running, but then I realize they keep running.

Everyone is running away. What’s going on?! Then I notice it. I’m glowing, a light emanating from me and pointing into the sky. But I’m not the only one. There are multiple but none of them look the same. Most are all a white light beaming into the sky at different intensities of brightness, but some are blue, others red or purple, green, even pink. I realize mine is the only one that is a pure onyx black that flies into the sky, piercing it. Then I notice a bright green light that looks like a tree canopy, along with a red light that gives off a hazy look of blood flying through the air coming towards me.

I squint as the images come into view. They’re my brothers, Jason’s the blood red and Tyler’s the rough green. Along with my parents running with them. “What’s happening?!” I demand. Everyone looks at me with eyes of surprise and confusion and a lot of fear.

“Nobody knows. We have to get out of—” my dad was cut off as I start to rise into the air, along with my two brothers. Our parents call out our names as we start ascending into the skies.

“Tyler! Jason!” I scream as I reach out to them. We all reach out to each other flailing around until we all finally lock onto each other’s arms. Then, as if going off to sleep, my eyes come to a close.