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- Story Listed as: Fiction For Teens
- Theme: Fairy Tales & Fantasy
- Subject: Science / Science Fiction
- Published: 06/16/2012
Chapter One: Pyro-Flame
Some people believe being a superhero is magnificent and all about glory and justice, how wrong they are. They never realize the never-ending stress, the hurt, the unbearable pain we go through on a daily basis. The powers we have can be described as a gift from the Gods however they could also be seen as a curse from the Devil, for me the jury’s still out. The risks we consequently put on our friends, our family and even people that we don’t even know causes constant frustration and paranoia. I want to be normal; I want to be like you. I wish I never became the man I am, a man who is left emotionally distraught, left as an empty shell. I will always be a shadow of my former self.
Love is now impossibility. I cannot be shown loving affection from anyone, not even my friends. The chance of them receiving harm from the people I battle to protect them from is far too great; it would destroy me, ripping out what is left of my heart and soul. I won’t be able to handle it…not again after losing the person who meant more to me than anyone. It does not matter how much I want it; how much their beauty grabs my attention and tinkers with my mind; I am bound to be alone. I cannot make the same mistake twice. My story is a heartrending one; I won’t give too much away, but I’m obviously still alive and kicking; although for now I remain constrained to this bed, I shouldn’t complain, I’ve been through much worse.
Oh wait, I have forgotten to introduce myself. My name is Jamie Lee, well it was. I’m better known as Pyro-Flame these days and that new identity is the exact reason I find myself confined to this bed. My story can be interpreted in many ways; you will have to decide for yourself. I can now produce fire with a click of my fingers and I tell you; it is no magic trick or illusion! You may ask how did I get such powers? Was I born with them, like Superman? Is it technology, like Ironman? Or is it my genetics, like the X-men? You can think that but you would be wrong. I was a normal teenager celebrating the completion of my AS exams (even though I likely failed Geography… stupid rivers landforms!).
Before you read my story, you should know it is all fact. These events happened to me. The happiness and the pain, the joy of success and the feeling of despair, the extravagant laughter and the emotional tears. It all began that hideous night; we were out camping next to a reservoir, a beautiful tranquil setting just up the road from Newcastle, my home city, not known for its creation of superheroes and better known of a cheap night out. The night was however far from what anyone could possibly expect, however I’m going to take you to the morning of that frightful day...
Chapter Two: Fire Burning
The sun was glaring through the slight gap between the curtains, the birds were singing loudly, out of tune as always. Sounds sweet but I was always grouchy in the morning and did not appreciate being woken up in such a way. It was nine on the dot. My dad was at work, he always was. He worked in and around a car plant but I don’t know much more but that is probably because I didn’t really care about what he did. He stuck with me and I would love him forever, even if he went on to eventually clean toilets for a living.
Back to that morning though and once I crossed the minefield which is my bedroom safely, I went about throwing on some black joggers and a black and red t-shirt and like that, quick as a flash I was ready for an exciting camping trip. My preparation had been endless as you can obviously see. Next on the list would be my normal, wonderfully nutritious breakfast, well that’s what I considered half a packet of scrummy Jammy dodgers and a glass of milk to be, especially when my Dad wasn’t around to cook me bacon or even sausage on special occasions.
‘Buzz’, went the door, my good friend Dan was coming to pick me up. I picked up the phone “Hello welcome to Jamie Pizza place” trying to hold my own laughter.
Name: Jamie Lee
Age: 17
D.O.B 17th August 1994
Height (cm) 188
Weight (kg) 76
Power N/A
Intelligence 61/100
Strength 51/100
Speed 39/10
Jamie Lee was brought up in an orphanage before being surprised by the appearance of his father. The faith of his mother is still unclear with Jamie’s Dad often being unclear. He is looking to go to university and live a normal lifestyle.
He laughed and brushed his hand through his hedgehog like spiky, dark brown hair but then quickly and decisively replied “Jamie, I can’t be bothered with your pizza place joke, we are late, so grab your stuff and meet me in the Bitterbite in two minutes”. It was the same old Dan, he was always in a rush but that was because he never wanted to be late, it made him barmy if we were a second out on the arranged time. By the way the ‘Bitterbite’ is his little excuse of a car and it get’s called that because he had this ex girlfriend, Toni, she was bitter as cheap Chinese food and one night, well you can just imagine what comes next. I grabbed my bag filled with all the necessary camping gear, an Ipod, docking station and a packet of half eaten Wine Gums and of course my I love New York jumper. So I left my little flat, which was just ordinary, plain white walls, little kitchen, living room with two bedrooms. Nothing special, it was just like me. Dan had been my friend for a very long time, we had a lot of history, I was happy his life seemed to be coming together.
The sun beamed bright but the air was harshly chilly. I climbed into Dan’s little car where he sat with a massive smile pasted on his face, Grumpy to ecstatic in matter of seconds, typical Dan he was always unpredictable producing the unexpected. He had a twinkle in his dark brown eyes as the car took off sounding like it had a bad case of the flu. We were cruising with the radio up high bopping our heads in perfect time with one and other, like the Mearcats on Madagascar actually, but obviously a lot less entertaining to the odd pedestrians who were the unfortunate ones to see us showing off our moves. It was just a laugh, something I rarely get to do anymore.
Name: Daniel Rankin
Age: 18
D.O.B 21st September 1993
Height (cm) 185
Weight (kg) 73
Power N/A
Intelligence 64/100
Strength 32/100
Speed 43/100
Dan has not had the easiest start to life being brought up in an orphanage in which he was bullied. His one friend Jamie Lee was then taken into care by his blood father James Lee. Dan was then alone but two years later was adopted. He however still remains solitary keeping his emotions to himself.
It was then I realized we were going in the complete wrong direction and it would not be the first time Dan had gotten us lost. I asked politely “Erm Dan where on heaven and Earth are you going?”
He just kept bopping along and said “Cool off Jamie we are picking up Scotty, he said something to David and they totally bailed on him, so we are picking him up”. Well that was a perfect way for me to introduce Scott or Scotty as I call him, as to be frank he speaks his mind always, sometimes at the right time, well, honestly more often than not the wrong time. Five minutes and counting later we were at his door. He lived on quite a soiled estate with his stories from home often including blue and red flashing lights. We weren’t extraordinary kids, quite the opposite looking back.
His house was a semi detached, scarlet bricks, colorless windows and a white door and there is no more description than that. It was simply basic and boring. I rang Scott ‘ring ring’ “go away I’ll be two minutes, I’m not ready okay? Okay bye”. Dan looked at me and then we both just laughed. Typical Scott being totally unprepared no wonder the rest of the lads drove off and left him. See nobody could beat my extensive preparation. A considerable amount of time later my light brown haired friend appeared with sweat dripping from his forehead, probably due to his minor panic attack he had just had down the phone.
He sat in the back, breathing a heavy sigh of relief. The ignition was alit and we were off to Kielder reservoir…eventually. Scott then tried to explain himself “you don’t understand how bad my day has been, I…”
Dan interrupted saying “as bad as yesterday Scott”
Name: Scott Henderson
Age: 17
D.O.B 20th August 1994
Height (cm) 188
Weight (kg) 75
Power N/A
Intelligence 68/100
Strength 25/100
Speed 35/100
Scott has a relaxed life, being brought up by his two ‘parents’. He achieved solid good grades but lacks ambition being a typical lazy teenager. His hobbies include TV, Eating and more TV. He also has a short fuse making him the target of insults when in a sociable environment
Scott replied aggressively moving his head between the two-front seats “you don’t understand I have been worrying I will forget something so…”
I then interrupted “did you bring the matches?”
He put his head in his hand, “Crap!”
Dan turned to me, “do we really have to go back because of this moron?” I shook my head in astonishment and we were off and the day had definitely started as it meant to go on…a full to the brink disaster.
Time had passed and we were now in the glorious countryside with such exotic animals as sheep and cows in view from field to field but the foul reeking stench of excrement everywhere. We were getting closer but then all of a sudden somebody darted at high speed into the middle of the road like a shooting star. Dan slammed on the brakes coming to an immediate standstill, Scott nearly flying through the windscreen from the middle seat in the back. We sat in total amazement but then we realized who it was. A tall, slim teenager with gelled blonde hair and deep blue eyes, a typical appearance for teenager but the little wink and bold smile belonged to only one teenager fitting that particular appearance. It was Lewis Finnie.
Dan opened the window and went to town on him “Lewis you absolute idiot what on earth are you doing in the middle of nowhere and more significantly the middle of the road? I could have killed you!” Lewis was an apprentice, well an electrician, one of my closest friends. Was not afraid of danger, he just laughed and ran round the car to speak to Dan through the driver’s window.
Name: Lewis Finnie
Age: 18
D.O.B 20th November 1993
Height (cm) 192
Weight (kg) 71
Power N/A
Intelligence 48/100
Strength 32/100
Speed 56/100
Lewis is one of the sporty guys, playing up front for his local football team. He has a beautiful girlfriend and good bunch of friends. He has just got an apprenticeship and things seem to be going good in his life. He however has never been the bravest and often looks to blame his mistakes on others.
“Boys, we are camping here now, the site was like five times more than what we expected so I was just waiting for your car to come along, although maybe I shouldn’t have cut it so close” he laughed
Scott looked at him in amazement as Lewis continued to laugh “Maybe, really maybe, I nearly went flying to outer-space there you insane kid, get the first aid kit for me”
“Why?” he asked
“So I can treat you once I beat seven bells out of you” Scott said.
In an attempt to divert our conversation from the middle of the road, I decided to be practical “yeah it was a close call Lew be a bit more careful you were not that fast but I’m sure Mr. Henderson can lecture you later, where is Joes car? We will park up next to it”. He pointed to a clearing in the trees and we rolled over, Dan seemed a bit cheery and smiley again, Scott sat with folded arms and a less than amused look pasted on his face. We vacated the car, after parking up next to Joe’s car.
The air was beautifully fresh but that wasn’t the reason teenagers go camping. The reasons included some bad singing hence the packing of the i-pod docking station and a lot of alcohol being consumed through a range of drinking games, which I left to my friends who were of the rightful age, sucked being a summer baby. A small problem in comparison to what hinders me these days, so actually so really I shouldn’t have complained too much.
The trees were like skyscrapers surrounding us. Lewis began to lead us to the camping spot. As our feet shuffled along the sun dappled soil, the branches creaked spookily in a menacing wind. “Rahhhhhhhhhh!” and I jumped out of my skin in fear. I hated surprises and one friend in particular knew that, Joe.
Name: Joe Macintosh
Age: 18
D.O.B 31st December 1993
Height (cm) 178
Weight (kg) 65
Power N/A
Intelligence 45/100
Strength 42/100
Speed 55/100
Joe is a young charismatic teenager who is very up to date with everything. Although he is not the most intelligent of the group, he is kind hearted and very influential figure in the route the group of friends often takes. Like Lewis he has just got himself an apprenticeship and seems to be getting his life together.
Macintosh another friend with his eye on the industrial end of things, doing plumbing at College, but again just a normal young man.
Scott who was already not in the best of moods did not seem impressed with this prank however. “Joe are you actually thick, I thought you were some murderous mad man who was going to violently decapitate us one at a time!” Everybody just laughed. We are all used to Scott’s reaction, this being small in comparison to the ones in the past. You should have seen him when David Thomas, another friend of mine gratified on his work. I’m in no position to repeat some of the language that scolded my ears that particular day.
I drifted towards the back, as I wanted to talk to Joe who was lingering near the back trying to avoid the full strength of Scott’s wrath. I wanted to see why we were not camping where we had planned. A small skinny lad, however his bubbly personality and short blonde highlights hair had always made him the most popular in terms of attraction from the ladies. He had a black baseball cap, a black and blue Nike jumper and black joggers on. He patted me on the back friendly “alright Jamie son, how ya been?”
I said “not bad Joe my boy but why are we all the way out here?”
Joe replied “well Jamie we were on our way to the site but Cory texted us but it was going to be a load so you know we thought let’s experience the outdoors to the maximum…what’s the worst that could happen eh?” he said.
Name: David Thomas
Age: 18
D.O.B 4th February 1993
Height (cm) 188
Weight (kg) 75
Power N/A
Intelligence 62/100
Strength 55/100
Speed 38/100
David is the comedian of the group, often at Scott’s expense. People often get frustrated at his lack of ability to take things seriously and always just having a joke. His heart however on the most part remains in the right place. He lives with his Aunt Moffett after his Dad went missing and his Mother died. He wants to be a History teacher as he looks to develop an exciting future for himself.
“Where is Coz?” I asked. That is what I called Cory.
“Mate he’s at work will be along later, he brought us to this spot though, it has all the bells and whistles.”
“Like what?”
“A hole in the ground hahah!’
“Ha-ha” I laughed, Joe always knew how to cheer a guy up! The wind was whistling, the leaves rustling, wildlife chattering and insects humming. The full catalogue of nature’s sounds surrounded us. In my eyes this was the soundtrack of peace and harmony, something that avoids me no matter where I go in these days.
Within a few minutes we had reached a small opening in the middle of a hefty maze of trees. This was our camping spot and that’s all it was, no tent, no fire, just David sitting in a camping chair slurping on a brew. He had long straight light brown hair, an oval face with bright red cheeks. Although for the clown he was, his nose should have been red rather than his face. He was a tough guy but careless with what he said sometimes, especially to Scott who often dreamed of ripping his head off. He climbed out of the chair to greet us. “You guys, welcome to the site…Scott what took you so long?”
Scott aggressively replied “shut up David” and he went to move forward but I put my arm across him, calming the beast inside of him, putting out his fuse for now.
I then thought it would be better to change the subject “Where’s Martin and Tom?”
“Off getting some wood so we can build one killer fire, now put your stuff down and lets drink and remember guys "I" before "E," except in Budweiser, so let’s get smashed!” Everybody laughed, well nearly everyone, Scott remained less than happy with David’s previous comments.
Scotty and me set up our chairs and opened a tin. The smell of alcohol was weak but growing in strength around the camp. I asked him, “you’re not going to be moody for the whole summer, are you Scotty?”
He replied rather sarcastically “of course not, only the days ending in Y”. I laughed but Scott was quite often a witty character, this was just always overwhelmed by his considerably low tolerance for anybody trying to wind him up and that person was more than likely always David.
Name: Martin Watt’s
Age: 18
D.O.B 28th November 1993
Height (cm) 190
Weight (kg) 25
Power N/A
Intelligence 72/100
Strength 35/100
Speed 48/100
Martin is a very clever young man with aspiration to go to University. He is also a very athletic, charming young man with a friendly personality. He is one of the more popular friends of the group, supporting any of them when they need it. He lives with his Mother and Father and enjoyed a pleasant upbringing.
Time passed as we drunk away the sorrows of the latest school year. The blustering wind roared, sending a shiver violently through the very fabric of my body. The trees lashed and crashed against each other like drum sticks in the hands of an encoring drummer. The owls whistled spookily. By now, it was a bit late to have realized this maybe was not the best spot in the woods; it was such a sinister, uninviting place. We were rule-breaking teenagers looking for adventure. Ha! We got it all right.
If we only knew what was to come. Would we dare go back there? A night, which would revolutionize not only our futures, but also the future of our planet. Death, the end result on more than a few occasions. Losing everything I care about was not a price worth paying for this, this power I have was just not enough. There yet seems light at the end of the tunnel but back to that frightful evening and the events, which took place that night.
We were gathered round the blazing campfire, fighting for heat as if we were trekking across the North Pole. I had spent afternoon and day with them god dam cheap matches, we picked up from Tesco along with little pieces of dry wood attempting to light the fire but it was like setting light to water. It was even hard to find the stupid wood considering it had bombarded down with heavy rain the day before but eventually I managed to get it going. So it was bitterly cold and soaking wet yet somehow spirits still remained high. David was telling his normal jokes and “what do you call a deer with no eyes? ... No idea”, well even though it was rubbish it was funny.
Name: Tommy Dunn
Age: 18
D.O.B 28th February 1994
Height (cm) 194
Weight (kg) 68
Power N/A
Intelligence 65/100
Strength 12/100
Speed 40/100
Tommy is someone quite new to the group having made friends with Lewis and Joe at an athletic competition. He now hangs round with them and the other members of the friends. He is very clever and loves reading. He has two brothers and lives at home with his two biological parents.
My friend Martin was back carrying some wood for the fire. He was such a clever lad, even before he got his powers.
So that was it. We were chilling back, relaxing as you do and tossing back some less than tasty beverages but there was a great energy in the camp despite the stupid arguments; everyone was optimistic for the future, full of hope more than anything.
The music was blasting loud like we were in an outdoor nightclub, Wonderwall by Oasis to be precise. It was our group favorite, which we always sung under the influence with all our passion, especially Dan, he would put all his passion into it time after time. It seemed too bad Rory could not come, he was away in Scotland with his family, but his role become more clearly missed in time as we wash away the stains of mystery, which had so far developed.
I sat in my green camping chair; with my can of delicious Strongbow Cider sitting comfortably in my cup holder and a bag of half eaten wine gums on the other holder; a weird combination I know. But it was the life Memories of days like this is amazing. I sat next to Tom, the last of my friends to introduce you to; he was tall and skinny with the heart of a saint. He had bright brown eyes and long straightened brown hair. He sat in a blue jumper and blue jeans, he asked me “Jamie what you going to do now, what if you can’t get into University? I am so worried about it”
I just looked at him and sighed “Tommy mate, life’s an adventure so venture into it, don’t fear it” well I thought I sounded wise, especially for somebody under my influence. Tommy was sensible, kind and generous but he should not have worried so much as that night obliterated everything not just for him but most of us. Cursed.
“I hope so Jamie but something doesn’t feel right,” he replied, how right he was.
Dan was on my left looking rather sick as he always did when he had been drinking vodka so every couple of minutes made sure to hurl a black wine gum off him. This was to firstly make sure he was still among the living and secondly, I just didn’t like the black ones. He seemed a shadow of the energetic Dan I had been with in the car only hours earlier. Shows you what drink can do to a guy, not that he needed it to have a mood swing. He may have been a skinny guy but had monster guns, which he could probably knock your head off with actually, I would not argue with him, especially when he’s had a drink or twenty, although at other times he seemed such a loving guy always a caring guy, always thinking about others rather than himself; it is amazing how things can influence and change people. As it says in Spiderman with great power come great responsibility, guess uncle Ben knew his stuff!
Scott sat slumped with his substantially thick brown hair the only thing I could see. I shouted across “what’s up now Scotty?’ I asked
“Jamie I hate camping in the cold, why did we not go on the proper site?” he replied…wow this kid could moan! But I replied calmly
“Cool down Scotty you’re going red like a baby tomato, nobody is going to come and arrest us, are they? We are just playing a drinking game and chilling, no harm eh? Just try to enjoy yourself, what is the worst that could possibly happen tonight?” The tent playing some sort of drinking game, which would have no doubt resulted in me throwing up my wine, gums and that would have been a total waste of their valuable nutrition, plus I wasn’t a heavy drinker anyway. Scott has been drinking cider and was going a pale color comparable to a steal shade, so anything stronger, well that, that would have been a bad idea.
If I am blowing your mind with names and information, I assure you it gets a bit less daunting as I go on. I will tell you more about him and the others as we go along the dark road, which I unfortunately call my life.
Then totally out of the blue our innocent little camping trip got turned upside down and sideways.
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Chapter One: Pyro-Flame
Some people believe being a superhero is magnificent and all about glory and justice, how wrong they are. They never realize the never-ending stress, the hurt, the unbearable pain we go through on a daily basis. The powers we have can be described as a gift from the Gods however they could also be seen as a curse from the Devil, for me the jury’s still out. The risks we consequently put on our friends, our family and even people that we don’t even know causes constant frustration and paranoia. I want to be normal; I want to be like you. I wish I never became the man I am, a man who is left emotionally distraught, left as an empty shell. I will always be a shadow of my former self.
Love is now impossibility. I cannot be shown loving affection from anyone, not even my friends. The chance of them receiving harm from the people I battle to protect them from is far too great; it would destroy me, ripping out what is left of my heart and soul. I won’t be able to handle it…not again after losing the person who meant more to me than anyone. It does not matter how much I want it; how much their beauty grabs my attention and tinkers with my mind; I am bound to be alone. I cannot make the same mistake twice. My story is a heartrending one; I won’t give too much away, but I’m obviously still alive and kicking; although for now I remain constrained to this bed, I shouldn’t complain, I’ve been through much worse.
Oh wait, I have forgotten to introduce myself. My name is Jamie Lee, well it was. I’m better known as Pyro-Flame these days and that new identity is the exact reason I find myself confined to this bed. My story can be interpreted in many ways; you will have to decide for yourself. I can now produce fire with a click of my fingers and I tell you; it is no magic trick or illusion! You may ask how did I get such powers? Was I born with them, like Superman? Is it technology, like Ironman? Or is it my genetics, like the X-men? You can think that but you would be wrong. I was a normal teenager celebrating the completion of my AS exams (even though I likely failed Geography… stupid rivers landforms!).
Before you read my story, you should know it is all fact. These events happened to me. The happiness and the pain, the joy of success and the feeling of despair, the extravagant laughter and the emotional tears. It all began that hideous night; we were out camping next to a reservoir, a beautiful tranquil setting just up the road from Newcastle, my home city, not known for its creation of superheroes and better known of a cheap night out. The night was however far from what anyone could possibly expect, however I’m going to take you to the morning of that frightful day...
Chapter Two: Fire Burning
The sun was glaring through the slight gap between the curtains, the birds were singing loudly, out of tune as always. Sounds sweet but I was always grouchy in the morning and did not appreciate being woken up in such a way. It was nine on the dot. My dad was at work, he always was. He worked in and around a car plant but I don’t know much more but that is probably because I didn’t really care about what he did. He stuck with me and I would love him forever, even if he went on to eventually clean toilets for a living.
Back to that morning though and once I crossed the minefield which is my bedroom safely, I went about throwing on some black joggers and a black and red t-shirt and like that, quick as a flash I was ready for an exciting camping trip. My preparation had been endless as you can obviously see. Next on the list would be my normal, wonderfully nutritious breakfast, well that’s what I considered half a packet of scrummy Jammy dodgers and a glass of milk to be, especially when my Dad wasn’t around to cook me bacon or even sausage on special occasions.
‘Buzz’, went the door, my good friend Dan was coming to pick me up. I picked up the phone “Hello welcome to Jamie Pizza place” trying to hold my own laughter.
Name: Jamie Lee
Age: 17
D.O.B 17th August 1994
Height (cm) 188
Weight (kg) 76
Power N/A
Intelligence 61/100
Strength 51/100
Speed 39/10
Jamie Lee was brought up in an orphanage before being surprised by the appearance of his father. The faith of his mother is still unclear with Jamie’s Dad often being unclear. He is looking to go to university and live a normal lifestyle.
He laughed and brushed his hand through his hedgehog like spiky, dark brown hair but then quickly and decisively replied “Jamie, I can’t be bothered with your pizza place joke, we are late, so grab your stuff and meet me in the Bitterbite in two minutes”. It was the same old Dan, he was always in a rush but that was because he never wanted to be late, it made him barmy if we were a second out on the arranged time. By the way the ‘Bitterbite’ is his little excuse of a car and it get’s called that because he had this ex girlfriend, Toni, she was bitter as cheap Chinese food and one night, well you can just imagine what comes next. I grabbed my bag filled with all the necessary camping gear, an Ipod, docking station and a packet of half eaten Wine Gums and of course my I love New York jumper. So I left my little flat, which was just ordinary, plain white walls, little kitchen, living room with two bedrooms. Nothing special, it was just like me. Dan had been my friend for a very long time, we had a lot of history, I was happy his life seemed to be coming together.
The sun beamed bright but the air was harshly chilly. I climbed into Dan’s little car where he sat with a massive smile pasted on his face, Grumpy to ecstatic in matter of seconds, typical Dan he was always unpredictable producing the unexpected. He had a twinkle in his dark brown eyes as the car took off sounding like it had a bad case of the flu. We were cruising with the radio up high bopping our heads in perfect time with one and other, like the Mearcats on Madagascar actually, but obviously a lot less entertaining to the odd pedestrians who were the unfortunate ones to see us showing off our moves. It was just a laugh, something I rarely get to do anymore.
Name: Daniel Rankin
Age: 18
D.O.B 21st September 1993
Height (cm) 185
Weight (kg) 73
Power N/A
Intelligence 64/100
Strength 32/100
Speed 43/100
Dan has not had the easiest start to life being brought up in an orphanage in which he was bullied. His one friend Jamie Lee was then taken into care by his blood father James Lee. Dan was then alone but two years later was adopted. He however still remains solitary keeping his emotions to himself.
It was then I realized we were going in the complete wrong direction and it would not be the first time Dan had gotten us lost. I asked politely “Erm Dan where on heaven and Earth are you going?”
He just kept bopping along and said “Cool off Jamie we are picking up Scotty, he said something to David and they totally bailed on him, so we are picking him up”. Well that was a perfect way for me to introduce Scott or Scotty as I call him, as to be frank he speaks his mind always, sometimes at the right time, well, honestly more often than not the wrong time. Five minutes and counting later we were at his door. He lived on quite a soiled estate with his stories from home often including blue and red flashing lights. We weren’t extraordinary kids, quite the opposite looking back.
His house was a semi detached, scarlet bricks, colorless windows and a white door and there is no more description than that. It was simply basic and boring. I rang Scott ‘ring ring’ “go away I’ll be two minutes, I’m not ready okay? Okay bye”. Dan looked at me and then we both just laughed. Typical Scott being totally unprepared no wonder the rest of the lads drove off and left him. See nobody could beat my extensive preparation. A considerable amount of time later my light brown haired friend appeared with sweat dripping from his forehead, probably due to his minor panic attack he had just had down the phone.
He sat in the back, breathing a heavy sigh of relief. The ignition was alit and we were off to Kielder reservoir…eventually. Scott then tried to explain himself “you don’t understand how bad my day has been, I…”
Dan interrupted saying “as bad as yesterday Scott”
Name: Scott Henderson
Age: 17
D.O.B 20th August 1994
Height (cm) 188
Weight (kg) 75
Power N/A
Intelligence 68/100
Strength 25/100
Speed 35/100
Scott has a relaxed life, being brought up by his two ‘parents’. He achieved solid good grades but lacks ambition being a typical lazy teenager. His hobbies include TV, Eating and more TV. He also has a short fuse making him the target of insults when in a sociable environment
Scott replied aggressively moving his head between the two-front seats “you don’t understand I have been worrying I will forget something so…”
I then interrupted “did you bring the matches?”
He put his head in his hand, “Crap!”
Dan turned to me, “do we really have to go back because of this moron?” I shook my head in astonishment and we were off and the day had definitely started as it meant to go on…a full to the brink disaster.
Time had passed and we were now in the glorious countryside with such exotic animals as sheep and cows in view from field to field but the foul reeking stench of excrement everywhere. We were getting closer but then all of a sudden somebody darted at high speed into the middle of the road like a shooting star. Dan slammed on the brakes coming to an immediate standstill, Scott nearly flying through the windscreen from the middle seat in the back. We sat in total amazement but then we realized who it was. A tall, slim teenager with gelled blonde hair and deep blue eyes, a typical appearance for teenager but the little wink and bold smile belonged to only one teenager fitting that particular appearance. It was Lewis Finnie.
Dan opened the window and went to town on him “Lewis you absolute idiot what on earth are you doing in the middle of nowhere and more significantly the middle of the road? I could have killed you!” Lewis was an apprentice, well an electrician, one of my closest friends. Was not afraid of danger, he just laughed and ran round the car to speak to Dan through the driver’s window.
Name: Lewis Finnie
Age: 18
D.O.B 20th November 1993
Height (cm) 192
Weight (kg) 71
Power N/A
Intelligence 48/100
Strength 32/100
Speed 56/100
Lewis is one of the sporty guys, playing up front for his local football team. He has a beautiful girlfriend and good bunch of friends. He has just got an apprenticeship and things seem to be going good in his life. He however has never been the bravest and often looks to blame his mistakes on others.
“Boys, we are camping here now, the site was like five times more than what we expected so I was just waiting for your car to come along, although maybe I shouldn’t have cut it so close” he laughed
Scott looked at him in amazement as Lewis continued to laugh “Maybe, really maybe, I nearly went flying to outer-space there you insane kid, get the first aid kit for me”
“Why?” he asked
“So I can treat you once I beat seven bells out of you” Scott said.
In an attempt to divert our conversation from the middle of the road, I decided to be practical “yeah it was a close call Lew be a bit more careful you were not that fast but I’m sure Mr. Henderson can lecture you later, where is Joes car? We will park up next to it”. He pointed to a clearing in the trees and we rolled over, Dan seemed a bit cheery and smiley again, Scott sat with folded arms and a less than amused look pasted on his face. We vacated the car, after parking up next to Joe’s car.
The air was beautifully fresh but that wasn’t the reason teenagers go camping. The reasons included some bad singing hence the packing of the i-pod docking station and a lot of alcohol being consumed through a range of drinking games, which I left to my friends who were of the rightful age, sucked being a summer baby. A small problem in comparison to what hinders me these days, so actually so really I shouldn’t have complained too much.
The trees were like skyscrapers surrounding us. Lewis began to lead us to the camping spot. As our feet shuffled along the sun dappled soil, the branches creaked spookily in a menacing wind. “Rahhhhhhhhhh!” and I jumped out of my skin in fear. I hated surprises and one friend in particular knew that, Joe.
Name: Joe Macintosh
Age: 18
D.O.B 31st December 1993
Height (cm) 178
Weight (kg) 65
Power N/A
Intelligence 45/100
Strength 42/100
Speed 55/100
Joe is a young charismatic teenager who is very up to date with everything. Although he is not the most intelligent of the group, he is kind hearted and very influential figure in the route the group of friends often takes. Like Lewis he has just got himself an apprenticeship and seems to be getting his life together.
Macintosh another friend with his eye on the industrial end of things, doing plumbing at College, but again just a normal young man.
Scott who was already not in the best of moods did not seem impressed with this prank however. “Joe are you actually thick, I thought you were some murderous mad man who was going to violently decapitate us one at a time!” Everybody just laughed. We are all used to Scott’s reaction, this being small in comparison to the ones in the past. You should have seen him when David Thomas, another friend of mine gratified on his work. I’m in no position to repeat some of the language that scolded my ears that particular day.
I drifted towards the back, as I wanted to talk to Joe who was lingering near the back trying to avoid the full strength of Scott’s wrath. I wanted to see why we were not camping where we had planned. A small skinny lad, however his bubbly personality and short blonde highlights hair had always made him the most popular in terms of attraction from the ladies. He had a black baseball cap, a black and blue Nike jumper and black joggers on. He patted me on the back friendly “alright Jamie son, how ya been?”
I said “not bad Joe my boy but why are we all the way out here?”
Joe replied “well Jamie we were on our way to the site but Cory texted us but it was going to be a load so you know we thought let’s experience the outdoors to the maximum…what’s the worst that could happen eh?” he said.
Name: David Thomas
Age: 18
D.O.B 4th February 1993
Height (cm) 188
Weight (kg) 75
Power N/A
Intelligence 62/100
Strength 55/100
Speed 38/100
David is the comedian of the group, often at Scott’s expense. People often get frustrated at his lack of ability to take things seriously and always just having a joke. His heart however on the most part remains in the right place. He lives with his Aunt Moffett after his Dad went missing and his Mother died. He wants to be a History teacher as he looks to develop an exciting future for himself.
“Where is Coz?” I asked. That is what I called Cory.
“Mate he’s at work will be along later, he brought us to this spot though, it has all the bells and whistles.”
“Like what?”
“A hole in the ground hahah!’
“Ha-ha” I laughed, Joe always knew how to cheer a guy up! The wind was whistling, the leaves rustling, wildlife chattering and insects humming. The full catalogue of nature’s sounds surrounded us. In my eyes this was the soundtrack of peace and harmony, something that avoids me no matter where I go in these days.
Within a few minutes we had reached a small opening in the middle of a hefty maze of trees. This was our camping spot and that’s all it was, no tent, no fire, just David sitting in a camping chair slurping on a brew. He had long straight light brown hair, an oval face with bright red cheeks. Although for the clown he was, his nose should have been red rather than his face. He was a tough guy but careless with what he said sometimes, especially to Scott who often dreamed of ripping his head off. He climbed out of the chair to greet us. “You guys, welcome to the site…Scott what took you so long?”
Scott aggressively replied “shut up David” and he went to move forward but I put my arm across him, calming the beast inside of him, putting out his fuse for now.
I then thought it would be better to change the subject “Where’s Martin and Tom?”
“Off getting some wood so we can build one killer fire, now put your stuff down and lets drink and remember guys "I" before "E," except in Budweiser, so let’s get smashed!” Everybody laughed, well nearly everyone, Scott remained less than happy with David’s previous comments.
Scotty and me set up our chairs and opened a tin. The smell of alcohol was weak but growing in strength around the camp. I asked him, “you’re not going to be moody for the whole summer, are you Scotty?”
He replied rather sarcastically “of course not, only the days ending in Y”. I laughed but Scott was quite often a witty character, this was just always overwhelmed by his considerably low tolerance for anybody trying to wind him up and that person was more than likely always David.
Name: Martin Watt’s
Age: 18
D.O.B 28th November 1993
Height (cm) 190
Weight (kg) 25
Power N/A
Intelligence 72/100
Strength 35/100
Speed 48/100
Martin is a very clever young man with aspiration to go to University. He is also a very athletic, charming young man with a friendly personality. He is one of the more popular friends of the group, supporting any of them when they need it. He lives with his Mother and Father and enjoyed a pleasant upbringing.
Time passed as we drunk away the sorrows of the latest school year. The blustering wind roared, sending a shiver violently through the very fabric of my body. The trees lashed and crashed against each other like drum sticks in the hands of an encoring drummer. The owls whistled spookily. By now, it was a bit late to have realized this maybe was not the best spot in the woods; it was such a sinister, uninviting place. We were rule-breaking teenagers looking for adventure. Ha! We got it all right.
If we only knew what was to come. Would we dare go back there? A night, which would revolutionize not only our futures, but also the future of our planet. Death, the end result on more than a few occasions. Losing everything I care about was not a price worth paying for this, this power I have was just not enough. There yet seems light at the end of the tunnel but back to that frightful evening and the events, which took place that night.
We were gathered round the blazing campfire, fighting for heat as if we were trekking across the North Pole. I had spent afternoon and day with them god dam cheap matches, we picked up from Tesco along with little pieces of dry wood attempting to light the fire but it was like setting light to water. It was even hard to find the stupid wood considering it had bombarded down with heavy rain the day before but eventually I managed to get it going. So it was bitterly cold and soaking wet yet somehow spirits still remained high. David was telling his normal jokes and “what do you call a deer with no eyes? ... No idea”, well even though it was rubbish it was funny.
Name: Tommy Dunn
Age: 18
D.O.B 28th February 1994
Height (cm) 194
Weight (kg) 68
Power N/A
Intelligence 65/100
Strength 12/100
Speed 40/100
Tommy is someone quite new to the group having made friends with Lewis and Joe at an athletic competition. He now hangs round with them and the other members of the friends. He is very clever and loves reading. He has two brothers and lives at home with his two biological parents.
My friend Martin was back carrying some wood for the fire. He was such a clever lad, even before he got his powers.
So that was it. We were chilling back, relaxing as you do and tossing back some less than tasty beverages but there was a great energy in the camp despite the stupid arguments; everyone was optimistic for the future, full of hope more than anything.
The music was blasting loud like we were in an outdoor nightclub, Wonderwall by Oasis to be precise. It was our group favorite, which we always sung under the influence with all our passion, especially Dan, he would put all his passion into it time after time. It seemed too bad Rory could not come, he was away in Scotland with his family, but his role become more clearly missed in time as we wash away the stains of mystery, which had so far developed.
I sat in my green camping chair; with my can of delicious Strongbow Cider sitting comfortably in my cup holder and a bag of half eaten wine gums on the other holder; a weird combination I know. But it was the life Memories of days like this is amazing. I sat next to Tom, the last of my friends to introduce you to; he was tall and skinny with the heart of a saint. He had bright brown eyes and long straightened brown hair. He sat in a blue jumper and blue jeans, he asked me “Jamie what you going to do now, what if you can’t get into University? I am so worried about it”
I just looked at him and sighed “Tommy mate, life’s an adventure so venture into it, don’t fear it” well I thought I sounded wise, especially for somebody under my influence. Tommy was sensible, kind and generous but he should not have worried so much as that night obliterated everything not just for him but most of us. Cursed.
“I hope so Jamie but something doesn’t feel right,” he replied, how right he was.
Dan was on my left looking rather sick as he always did when he had been drinking vodka so every couple of minutes made sure to hurl a black wine gum off him. This was to firstly make sure he was still among the living and secondly, I just didn’t like the black ones. He seemed a shadow of the energetic Dan I had been with in the car only hours earlier. Shows you what drink can do to a guy, not that he needed it to have a mood swing. He may have been a skinny guy but had monster guns, which he could probably knock your head off with actually, I would not argue with him, especially when he’s had a drink or twenty, although at other times he seemed such a loving guy always a caring guy, always thinking about others rather than himself; it is amazing how things can influence and change people. As it says in Spiderman with great power come great responsibility, guess uncle Ben knew his stuff!
Scott sat slumped with his substantially thick brown hair the only thing I could see. I shouted across “what’s up now Scotty?’ I asked
“Jamie I hate camping in the cold, why did we not go on the proper site?” he replied…wow this kid could moan! But I replied calmly
“Cool down Scotty you’re going red like a baby tomato, nobody is going to come and arrest us, are they? We are just playing a drinking game and chilling, no harm eh? Just try to enjoy yourself, what is the worst that could possibly happen tonight?” The tent playing some sort of drinking game, which would have no doubt resulted in me throwing up my wine, gums and that would have been a total waste of their valuable nutrition, plus I wasn’t a heavy drinker anyway. Scott has been drinking cider and was going a pale color comparable to a steal shade, so anything stronger, well that, that would have been a bad idea.
If I am blowing your mind with names and information, I assure you it gets a bit less daunting as I go on. I will tell you more about him and the others as we go along the dark road, which I unfortunately call my life.
Then totally out of the blue our innocent little camping trip got turned upside down and sideways.
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