Date: Sat, 25 Jan 2014 03:02:29 +0000 From: Luke Wilson Subject: PUSH Chapter 1 This is a fictional story based on the Push movie universe. Any similarities are to people is a coincidence. This story may contain sex between two males, a male and a female. Also may contain nudity, swearing and violence. If it is not legal for you to be reading this please leave now. You have been warned. I control all rights to this work. PUSH Chapter 1 Jaymes It worked. I thought, as I walked out of the store with the bag of clothes in my hand. I can't believe I just did that. I wasn't sure if I was being paranoid but were people starting to stare at me? I pulled my hood up and walked a little faster, heading for my car parked down the road. I avoided eye contact with anybody, I just had one destination, get to my car and drive away. "Sir" I heard a female voice about a meter or so behind me. Shit, they've caught me. This was it, I'd be forced to give the clothes back to the store, apologise and probably be banned from this part of town for the rest of my life. What if I get arrested for stealing? I'd have a criminal record and then nobody would want to have anything to do with me, I'd have to move away, maybe change my name, lay low for years until it was safe to come out of hiding. This thought process went through my mind in a split second and I stood there, frozen. A few seconds went by and I realised I hadn't moved at all. I should be running, isn't this how they do it on those crime watch programs? The offenders usually run or put up some sort of fight but no, I just stood there like a coward. "Umm, Excuse me, Sir?". The woman said. Excuse me, Sir? I was confused, shouldn't she be saying something along the lines of 'You have the right to remain silent, but anything you do say blah blah blah'. I slowly turned around and sighed with relief as I realised my own stupidity. This woman wasn't a police officer. She looked up at me with grey eyes hidden behind the rim of her glasses, blonde hair in a messy ponytail which looked like I could have done a better job at doing her hair, and I was a guy. I realised I was being judgmental and probably gawping at her. I relaxed, what did this woman want anyway? "Yes?" I politely replied. She smiled slightly, before looking down at the leaflets in her hand. "I was just wondering if you'd like to take one of these leaflets?" she stuttered. I considered walking away when I thought this woman had probably had a bad day. I mean, giving out leaflets isn't the best job in the world. I took a leaflet from her and smiled. "Oh, thank you. But I do have to go now, have a nice day!" I said with my most charming voice, or at least I thought it was charming. "You too." She simply said, before turning away from me and asking another person if they wanted a leaflet. I walked the rest of the distance to my car, pressing the open button on my keys as I got closer. As I reached the door, I stopped, looked down at the bag and sighed. Maybe I wasn't doing the right thing. It was stealing after all, or was it? I had handed the guy at the checkout money, I mean, the money wasn't real, I had temporarily shifted the appearance of the paper to make it look like money, but they wouldn't notice until later when the paper restores to it's original state. That's what I was, a shifter. I could change the appearance of an object with the wave of my hand, for a short period of time only. I almost drove away, but I couldn't. There were people in the world that were working their asses off in crappy jobs, and to have stuff stolen from you wasn't a nice feeling. I picked the bag up, locked the car, headed to the cash machine and got the money I owed out of the bank. Walking back into the store, to the checkout I nervously stood in front of the guy that had served me a mere 5 minutes before. "Umm, hi, I got these clothes just now and realised I didn't pay, so here." I spluttered out in one breath, as I threw the money at him. "Err, are you sure Sir? I could have sworn you gave me the money." He said, with a confused look on his face. "I'm sure, I looked in my wallet and I had all my money still there." I smiled, knowing I'd done the right thing, as I walked back to my car. I chuckled as I remembered the guys cute face in confusion as he took the money and put it in the till. * * * I stood in front of the mirror as I tried my new clothes on, clothes that I had not stolen. I will not use my ability for bad. I thought as I took the new t-shirt off. I stared at my nineteen year old body in the mirror, I wasn't a bad looking guy with my almost flawless creamy skin, dirty blonde swept back hair and cute features. Dark blue eyes, a straight nose with a slight curve up at the tip but I particularly liked my lips the best, a healthy red colour and finally a five o'clock shadow. My eyes lowered as I looked at my toned body, I wasn't big into muscle building but I kept in shape, I did have a weakness to chocolate though. I glanced over at the alarm clock on my bedside table. 5:01pm? Where did the time go? Kate should be home soon. Kate Jefferies, my foster mother, a sweet woman that I'd been with for almost my entire life. She stood almost 6 feet tall, and had beautiful long black hair with gorgeous chocolate eyes that would make any straight man fall to his knees. The clothes she wore always complimented her tan skin and healthy physique. When she smiled she revealed straight white teeth, the power of braces she would always say. I never knew what had become of my parents, Kate wouldn't tell me about them, neither does Chris, my foster dad. They always say when they adopted me that they wasn't told about my parents, just that they were missing, but I always felt like they wasn't being completely honest with me. All I had to remember my parents by was a photograph, showing my Mum, Dad and myself taken when I was probably just a few weeks old. Chris Jefferies, a man of few words, but when he spoke there was only one thing to do, listen. He had one of those leader voices, he made good decisions and knew when to talk and what to say. He was tall, about 6ft 4, and had the body of a god. His facial features were striking, when you looked at him it was almost impossible to tear your eyes away from his beauty. Gorgeous facial features, with piercing blue eyes and brown hair which went well with his slightly darker than pale skin tone. They both knew I was gay, I had told them when I was in my early teens and they still loved and accepted me the way I was, I was grateful. I made my way downstairs and switched the kettle on, Kate loved my coffees, unless she was just saying that to make me feel better, but I doubt it, I did make a fine coffee. As I poured the hot water in Kate's favourite mug, I heard the keys in the door and watched, with a smile on my face as she walked through the door, keys in one hand, phone in the other. "Okay hon, no don't worry about it, it's my night to cook anyway. Okay. Love you too." She hung up the phone, disappointment on her face. "Trouble?" I asked concerned. She looked up at me, disappointment disappearing from her face to be replaced with a smile. "Not at all, is that coffee I smell?" Her smile brightened. I knew she liked my coffee. "So why the disappointed face when you hung up the phone?" I asked, still slightly concerned, it couldn't be that bad if she was happy from just smelling some coffee. "Coffee first, talky talky later." As she picked up the mug and took a big gulp, only for moments later her face to redden slightly, flapping her hands trying to cool her mouth. "Careful, it's hot!" I chuckled. Laughing even more when she plunged her head into the sink and put the cold tap on to drink. "Yeah, now you tell me. Bitch!" She laughed. We had a good relationship, probably due to the fact that there wasn't a huge age gap between us. She was only sixteen years older than me. "Now tell me, what was the call all about?" I asked, after we had calmed down from our laughing. "You know, this is the third night this week the hospital has kept Chris working late," she explained, "it just makes me nervous when he's not walking through the door half an hour after me as usual." Chris was a doctor, and apparently he was really good at his job, I'd never had to go to the hospital but apparently his surgery success rate was very high. "Well, being a doctor is a lot of work, and he's good at it, I guess that's why they like to have him work late, he saves a lot of lives, right?" I asked, I could see why Kate would be irritated by it, but he was saving lives, wasn't that more important? "I know that, Jaymes, but there are other good doctors there too, I don't see why we should have to suffer because he's good at what he does." She said, making the quotation marks with her fingers as she said the word 'good'. She had called me 'Jaymes', and while it was my actual name, she knew I preferred it when people called me 'Jay', I guess I'd struck a little nerve. But honestly, I could see why she'd be upset about it, and it was true, there were other good doctors, why should Chris have to stay on overtime a lot? We had made our way into the living room and made small talk as we watched TV. "So what time do you think he's coming home?" I asked, as the 6 o'clock news played in the background. "I'm not sure, I'm guessing around 10 tonight if he's lucky." She sighed, knowing that she'd probably be in bed by the time he'd get home. After a few minutes of talking, Kate had stopped speaking mid-sentence, and averted her eyes to the TV. "You were saying?" I asked, expecting her to carry on the sentence. She didn't get distracted easily. "Shh, wait a second." She hushed me, her eyes glued to the TV. "Police are treating the collapse of the building suspiciously, there is also a bomb squad standing nearby to check the place out when some of the debris has been moved. Medics are also standing close as there are people still trapped inside the building. Security cameras have spotted a tall man wearing a dark coloured hooded jacket fleeing the scene just as the building collapsed. There is no further news at this time, back to you guys in the studio." The reported finished. I looked over at Kate, her eyes wide in shock. "Kate, what's wrong?" I asked, concerned. For a minute she didn't answer me, she was frozen. She turned her head towards me, eyes still wide in shock, she was breathing harder, and tears were threatening to fall from her eyes. "Jay," her voice, barely a whisper, "that's the hospital Chris works at." She stuttered, as tears fell from her eyes. ===================================================== Hi guys, hope you enjoyed the first chapter of PUSH. Feel free to send me your feedback, good or bad to my email (lukewow1993@hotmail.co.uk). Let me know if you have any suggestions, or have any questions. I do have a plan in my head for where the story will go, so please don't be offended if you gave an idea and I didn't use it. Thanks guys and look out for the next chapter!