Date: Sun, 2 Jul 2006 16:53:43 -0700 (PDT)
From: Silvenfox <silvenfox@yahoo.com>
Subject: The Chosen - 1

The following is a complete work of fiction.

Any resemblance between the characters and any real life person is
completely coincidental.  Please do not copy or distribute the story
without the author's permission.

Disclaimer:

The following story may contain erotic situations.  If it is illegal for
you to read this please leave now. Also expect blood, gore, incredibly
funny scenes and super-powered teenagers with a destiny to save the
world. If you're not a fan of any of these plus strong cursing and
violence than this is not your type of story.


Chapter 1


Smoke was everywhere. It made the air gray and its thick scent clung to
the back of my mouth. I coughed as I looked around the carnage before me.
Bodies, mutated and twisted, and not even kind of human littered the
ground. Splashes and pools of thick, black blood coated the inhuman forms
and made my stomach turn. My ears pricked as a name was called. I spun
around, as a figure stumbled through the haze of smoke toward me. I could
almost see his face...And then that's when I woke up.

Damn it all. My alarm clock blaring some old tune screamed annoyingly
loud in my ear. I slapped my hand down on the clock cutting it off and
accidentally knocking it off the dresser in the process. I sighed and
collapsed back onto the bed. The softness of the pillow and sheets tried
to lure me back into dreamland, but I fought the temptation. And it was a
hard temptation to fight.

Okay, I was officially losing my mind. This was the eight time I had the
same dream within the last two weeks. The images of the dream ran through
my mind on a loop, the blood, the bodies everywhere, making me shudder.
Sighing, I ran my hand through my hair. Maybe I should stop watching so
much Sci Fi channel before bed. All that Stargate had to be doing some
kind of irreversible psychological damage. Suddenly, the alarm clock
turned back on, louder than before. What the fork!

"You bastard," I muttered, glaring and diving from the bed intending to
take out this piece of shit with extreme prejudice.

Fifteen minutes later, I was in the bathroom looking at my reflection in
the mirror. My skin was tanned thanks to spending the past few weeks
getting in a soccer game with some friends. My blue eyes were a bright
blue that people often commented on. I personally would rather have brown
eyes, but that was just me. Yawning, I ran some hair goop through my
blond hair and brushed it forward with only my bangs spiking up in front.
I have worn the same hairstyle since the eight grade. In the past two
years, I have upgraded in allowance, car, and curfew, but not my hair, my
hair was unchangeable. Why change what works is my opinion.

I put on red polo and some faded blue jeans. White Nike's with red
swooshes complimented my shirt. Grabbing my backpack, I bounded the
stairs two at a time. I threw my bag near the front door and walked into
the kitchen. The windows were open throwing golden oblongs of sunshine on
the tiled floor. Still yawning I went to the fridge and opened it up,
grabbing the milk and snatching a box of cereal from the countertop, I
plopped down at the kitchen table.

"Well hello to you, too," said a feminine voice, dryly.

I looked up and grinned at my mom. She raised one eyebrow at me and shook
her head, blond hair sweeping across her shoulders with the movement. I
gave her my best innocent look. It was really good too. I have been told
it was worth at least an eight out of ten. Her blue eyes, identical to
mine, glared at me, but with no fire in her gaze. She never really got
mad. Being a single mom and taking care of two kids made us appreciate
each other that much more. We were no Brady Bunch that was for sure, but
we got along just fine with only the three of us.

"Good morning, mom."

She playfully rolled her eyes. "Morning, Chad. You have an almost an hour
till you have to be at school. That means you can slow down a little bit
you know."

I shook my head. "Can't mom. I told Kevin I would pick him up this
morning."

She nodded and went to switch the channel to the small TV on the island
top. The screen blinked replaced by a typical desk and anchorman
attributed to any local news.

"And in today's top news story. Last night another animal attack, that
has left two killed, took place in Preston Park. Authorities have
still been unable to ascertain what type of creature is on the loose.
Experts think it may be a wolf but the state of the bodies and markers
determine that it's a creature much large than a wolf. The police have
issued a ten o'clock curfew effective as of today until the animal that
is roaming free is captured and-"

The TV clicked off and I blinked breaking away from my trance. "Mooom," I
whined, pouting.

She shot me a stern look. "You don't need to see that, Chad,"

The kitchen door swung open and in strolled Satan. Well, lets not go that
far. Morgan wasn't Satan. Maybe a minion. My little sister, with her pale
blond hair and bright blue eyes, was like a mini me version of our
mother. Dressed in a white mini skirt, red halter, and too much make-up
that it should be illegal, Morgan looked like a hooker at the point. I
grinned at her as she strutted into the kitchen, stiletto heels clicking
against the floor. I chanced a look at mom and could see her eyes narrow,
and her jaw tighten. Oh yeah, she was definitely pissed. This was going
to be fun.

"And Slutty Malibu Barbie makes her runway appearance," I said, imitating
an announcer and doing a drum roll on the table.

Morgan looked at me, her gaze holding nothing but contempt. "Don't you
have a rock to crawl under, fag?"

"Morgan Lilliana Summers!" shouted Mom, her voice carrying and echoing
through the kitchen. I smirked at my sister. She was in for it now. "I
have told you time and again never to call your brother that! You are
already on thin ice with that outfit young lady. Now go to your room and
change."

"Mooom!" whined Morgan, stomping her foot, quite childishly.

Mom shot her look that said no arguing. "March!" she said sternly,
pointing to the door.

Her heels made a racket as she stomped from the kitchen. I secretly hoped
they would break, but alas, you can't always get what you wish for. There
was no love lost between Morgan and me. When push came to shove, we would
have each other's backs and I pity those that hurt one of us. But that
didn't stop us from not liking each other very much. Two teenagers under
one roof is never a peaceful place. Add to the fact that one teenager,
me, is gay and the other teenager doesn't understand it, then you have a
recipe for drama. It was a like a never-ending season of the Real World
in our house sometimes. I tried my hardest to make Morgan understand how
my being gay made me do different than any other guy, but she just didn't
understand why I would 'choose' to live my life like this. It just didn't
make sense to her. Mom was fine with it. Claims she knew since I was six
and I kissed He-Man on the television, and then proclaimed that I would
marry him.

"Hey now," said Mom. "You're going to be late if you don't leave soon."

I nodded and emptied my bowl into the sink. "I'll see you later, I wont
be home till late. I have a meeting after school for student council.
They want to start another fundraiser or something."

Mom laughed. "Your school is always trying to get money out of people.
Drive safe, honey."

I smiled. "Always."

I headed out the kitchen, crossed the living room, and grabbing my
backpack off the floor I headed out the door. My red Chevrolet Blazer
was parked next to mom's Jeep Cherokee. I hit the button and
disengaged the alarm. Climbing into the drivers seat, I started the car
and backed out of the driveway. The ten-minute drive to Kevin's house was
spent with me mumbling along to a song on the radio. I pulled up in front
of his house honked the horn and waited.

Kevin Montero had been my best friend since elementary school. He was
half Chinese and half Dutch. The combination had given him permanently
tanned skin, honey brown eyes, and long dark hair that just barely
brushed his shoulders. He was pretty rather than handsome. With broad
shoulders and a muscular body, he made up for his prettiness with a very
masculine attitude and body. I loved Kevin like a brother, although I
could see he was gorgeous, I just couldn't see myself being into him.
That would be like incest. Ga-ross.

"You took your sweet time getting here, bitch," said Kevin, buckling his
seatbelt. No hi, no good morning. Ah, how I love our friendship. We could
always skip the pleasantries.

I laughed as I pulled away from the curb. "Your lucky I didn't leave your
ass. I had to stop by the store and pick up those tampons you wanted."

He blinked and frowned. "Dude, you know my period's not for another week.
Dammit, I thought you knew me!"

I gave him a look. "Okay, I'm done. The period talk is getting a little
gross."

"Good," he agreed. "I was beginning to think so too."

Kevin turned on the radio to some talk radio show. We listened to the
stale jokes of the radio jockeys and groaned every time they said a lame
line. I parked the car in the parking lot of the school. Ah, Centennial
High. How I love yet hate the. The school was three story's high and
still looked brand new despite being open for nearly thirty years. The
sun was still low in the sky and the air was thick with that early
morning smell of dew. The bell rang and I swore loudly.

"We are so going to be late again," I said needlessly, as we sprinted
toward the building along with probably a dozen other students.

The seniors just strolled along behind the crowd, not caring if they were
late or not, seeing as this was their last year. I felt a pang of envy.
Seniors had it so good sometimes. While being a sophomore had its perks,
we were still pretty low on the hierarchal ladder at Centennial High. I
slapped Kevin a five and promised to meet him for lunch. We didn't have
any classes together this semester and lunch was the only time we could
see each other while at school. His first period was health. A widely
known blow off course. Mine first period was English. Joy. Not.

I waved at a few of my friends and sat in my usual seat by the window
that overlooked the east side parking lot. I was glad that I didn't have
any real friends in this class. I really wasn't in the mood for talking
right now. I felt so tired. The yawn practically built up in my throat
threatening to escape in a loud show, but I kept in. Ms. Bradley entered
the room and instantly the talking stopped.

"Good morning. I hope everyone did the assigned reading last night.
Anybody care to share? Anybody? Come on guys this is a AP class you have
to do better than this..."

Her words began to fade in and out, as my eyelids got heavier and
heavier. I couldn't resist placing my head down on my desk and closing my
eyes. Sleep hovered just on the edge of my consciousness. Ms. Bradley's
voice prevented sleep from whisking me away totally into oblivion. I bit
back a groan hearing my name called on. What was with teachers calling on
those they knew weren't paying attention. Was seeing a student humiliated
like some kind of sick turn on. Hmm... now that I thought about it I
could totally see Mrs. Bradley getting off on a students torment.

Raising my head, I met Mrs. Bradley's eyes and recited the poem word for
word. "O SOLITUDE! if I must with thee dwell, Let it not be among the
jumbled heap Of murky buildings; climb with me the steep,- Nature's
observatory - whence the dell, Its flowery slopes, its river's crystal
swell, May seem a span; let me thy vigils keep-"

"Okay, Chad, you made your point. You did the reading," said Mrs. Bradley
cutting me off.

She gave me a half smile that I met with one of my own. It pays sometimes
to have a photographic memory. If I studied something long enough
eventually it just stuck. It was a pretty sweet skill to have when it
came for studying for tests.

"What is your interpretation of the poem?" She asked me.

I shrugged. "I'd rather live in nature and enjoy the beauty than live in
this bitch of a modern world."

She rolled her eyes and I looked away as she began lecturing on about
beautiful mountains and the serenity of nature compared to the bustle of
today's world. My eyes strayed to the window and I sighed. Today was
going to be a long day.

And it was indeed a long day. Classes passed by in slow motion. My mind
was never fully involved in any subject. Thoughts of the dream and what
could be wrong kept swirling through my head. Who could I talk to about
this without sounding completely out of my mind? I was just begging to be
fitted for one of those white straight jackets. I could just picture
myself with drool running down my chin, bumping against the padded
white walls of an asylum room. Oh yeah that was a promising image.
Sarcasm aplenty there.

Even lunch with Kevin didn't break me from my mood. Though I did feel
better after watching Kevin make a fool of himself trying to cheer me up.
The final bell signaling the end of final period was heard with relief. I
thought this day was never going to end. I was tempted to just skip the
student council meeting after school but I knew that wouldn't go over
well. So reluctantly I dragged my way to the muli-purpose room that we
used for our meetings. I plopped down in the back and tried my best to
look interested but I might as well not have been there for all the
attention I was paying.

"Chad, you are in charge of donations. Spencers in the mall is always
ready to give us stuff," said Allen, the council president.

I snapped to attention at my name. Shit. All heads turned to me and I
tried hard not to flush at the attention. Okay, so not paying attention
in a Student Council meeting was definitely a no in the future. Allen
pushed his glasses up with one finger, making the action look cool rather
than nerdy. After all he was the first-string quarterback and varsity
basketball captain at school. A real all-American. He was cool
personified at Centennial High.

"Could you go by there today and talk to the manager to see what they
would like to donate for us to sale for the fundraiser?"

Hell no. Well, at least that's what I wanted to say. Instead I smiled and
nodded. "Sure. I'll go right after the meeting."

I actually paid attention to the rest of the meeting. Screw this getting
volunteered for stuff crap. I should have asked if they were going to
reimburse me for gas but I figured that would get me a couple of stares,
so I kept it to myself.

When the meeting ended I made a quick jaunt down 635 South and exited
Legacy Boulevard. Centennial, California was a huge city but only had six
malls. Three really nice ones, and three really not so nice ones.
Luckily, I lived only twenty minutes away from one of the really nice
ones. The mall was so huge that the parking lots actually had
alphabetical designations, otherwise you would just wander around beeping
your car alarm hoping the 'chirp, chirp' sound was yours. Okay, I told
myself as I parked in the J lot. I need to be in and out of here. No side
trips to the Abercrombie or Hollister. Haha. What could I say? I had a
thing for clothes.

The mall was pretty full for it being almost six. Teenagers not old
enough to drive hung in groups, spotting members of the opposite sex and
doing the eye flirting, complete with giggles and blushing faces. When
your not old enough to drive the mall was the cool place to hang out in
the Centennial. I smiled. I could remember me and Kevin doing the exact
same thing a couple of years ago. Except I was eyeing all the guys and
Kevin had every girl within radius flocking to him. Kevin knew I was gay
and had no problem with it. His response when I told him last year was,
"Sweet. More girls for me".

Allen was right about Spencers. The manager was nice and very
accommodating. I left with lots of different little goodies and products.
I did my part for the fundraiser. I better not hear any bitchin later
about me slacking off. I sipped on my cheery coke and leaned against the
wall to check my phone for any messages. I tossed my cup and I almost
screamed as I felt a hand on my arm. I turned around and looked up. I was
all of 5'9 and the man holding my arm was taller than that. More than six
foot with dark, slicked back black hair. His light green eyes bored into
mine with an intensity that scared the fuck out of me. I jerked my arm
from his grasp.

"Can I help you with something?" I snapped, taking a step back. He took a
step forward and I took two more steps back. Wait, when did this become a
Paula Abdul video?

"You are Chad Summers am I correct?" asked the man, his voice accented
with British inflection.

I nodded, slowly, staring. This dude was starting to creep me out. His
staring was a little too hardcore. He was wearing a very sharp brown
suit, cut so it fit his form perfectly. It spoke of good tailor ship. It
was not something bought just off the rack. Psycho killers were rich too,
the suit was not about to fool me. If this guy flipped I was already to
kick him in the nuts and run like hell.

"Yeeeah," I replied, still tense, ready for anything.

The man smiled. It actually made him seem, well nice. Screw that though.
My guard was still definitely up. The man cleared his throat. He looked a
little sheepish as he extended his hand.

"Sorry about that," he said sincerely. "I didn't mean to grab you. I was
afraid I wouldn't catch up to you. Is there somewhere where we can talk?"

I nodded. "Sure." I didn't go anywhere. "Here is pretty good right."

His eyebrows rose up into his airline. I wanted to smile but that would
throw off my whole badass vibe. "Yes, yes, here is fine I suppose. I
would like to ask you something." He stepped closer. Not too close but
enough so that what he whispered next was loud enough for only me to
hear. "Have you been having any unusual dreams lately?"

"The fuck," I blurted out, staring at him with wide eyes and trembling
hands. I shoved my hands into my pockets so he wouldn't notice. Tip
number one: never let the crazy psycho see you crack. "How do you know
about that? I haven't told anybody...wait..." I smiled, trailing off. "Am
I getting Punk'd?" I twirled around looking for a camera. "Ashton! Come
out you crazy bastard!"

I got a few crazy looks. Well, a lot of crazy looks. It was safe to say
that I was not getting Punk'd...

The man shook his head. He looked at me seriously. "This is not a prank.
I ask you this because it is important. You have been dreaming of things
that seem unreal. Demons, monsters, battles fought with you in them yet
not you."

I swallowed. How did he know? I cleared my throat. It took a couple of
tries for my voice to work. "How?"

"This is not the place," he said, talking quietly, his voice barely above
a whisper. "Look, my name is Nathaniel Ruiz. Come to my place and I will
explain everything to you."

Warning bells immediately rang in my head. Of course. It all made sense
now. I narrowed my eyes at Nathaniel Ruiz. "Fuck that you dam pedophile.
You almost had me too, but you creepy old guys always give yourselves
away in the end. Get out of my face or I will scream rape so loudly that
you will be hearing it echo in your head two years from now."

"Chad, please," he began, but I already turned and started walking away.

I half ran, half walked till I got around a corner. Soon as I hit the
corner I was in a full-blown sprint. Survival instincts kicked in and I
was out of the mall and in my Blazer, driving down Legacy doing 70mph in
less than ten minutes. The sun had long gone down by now as it was past
eight o'clock. Mom's car was still missing when I pulled into the
driveway. The lights were on in the house so that mean Morgan was home. I
unlocked the front door and entered the house. The living room was to the
immediate right as soon as you walked into the foyer. The couch faced
away from the door and the flat screen took up residence on the wall
facing the entryway. Morgan turned around shooting me a disinterested
look.

"Where have you been?" She asked.

I opened my mouth to answer but she turned back toward the TV. I rolled
my eyes. That's what I thought not even kind of interested. I jogged up
the stairs and walked down the hall to my room. I sat on my bed and just
looked around. My eyes flicked to the TV, the posters covering the walls,
my desk, dresser and closet. I just had to make sure I was home. I can't
believe that I was close to a likely kidnapper. That Chester the Molester
almost had me going. I saw through him at the end but something wasn't
adding up. How did he know about my dreams? I shook my head. Fuck it. I
was tired of thinking about my dreams. I got up and flicked on the TV
letting the mind numbing evening line-up wash over me.

I glanced out of the window again. Mom's car was still not driveway.
Hmm... She must really be working late tonight at the office. It was
already past ten. I yawned as I stood up, stretching with my fingertips
reaching toward the ceiling. Scratching, I walked to the bathroom to
brush my teeth and wash my face. I would have eaten something but I was
still full from eating at the food court at the mall. I washed out the
hair products from my hair while I was at it. When wet it was a darker
blond than its normal gold color. I brushed it into a neat style and
walked back toward my room.

"Crap!" I swore as I stubbed my toe on something. Hopping into my room, I
grabbed the door for balance and closed it, all the while hopping on one
leg holding my other up to look at my toe. No blood. That was a plus.

I stopped as I felt something shoot up my spine. Wildly, I looked around
the room. My head snapped right and then left, but nothing was there.
Dam, that was the oddest feeling. I felt almost like an electric shock
but milder. I turned around to open the door and go downstairs. That's
when I met a familiar pair of green eyes and I screamed. Nathaniel Ruiz
stood in front of my door staring at me with that see through gaze. He
held his hands out, and my hand came flying out on instinct. I slapped
Nathaniel with enough force to send him stumbling back. I flipped
backward, doing a roll over my bed distancing myself from him. I grabbed
the baseball bat leaning in front of my window. I raised it up and got
into a stance that would have made Mark McGuire proud.

My heart was pounding in overtime. I think I was going to go into cardiac
arrest. "Alright you son of a bitch!" I growled through clenched teeth.
"What the fuck are you doing in here?"

My eyes flicked to my dresser where my cell phone was resting on the
charger. Damn. Double damn it all to hell. Okay, I could beat his head in
and then grab my phone and call the cops. Yeah, that would work. I gave
myself a mental pat on the back proud at my plan. My hands gripped the
bat tighter. I was all ready to go Joaquin Phoenix in Signs and "Swing
away, Merrill" on this guy's ass.

"Let me explain," said Nathaniel hastily, holding up his hands. "I mean
you no harm."

"Fuck that," I shouted and raised the bat to get momentum.

Quickly, Nathaniel held out his hand and whispered a word underneath his
breath. The bat was suddenly jerked from my hands by an unseen force and
it soared through the air, landing perfectly in Nathaniel's waiting hand.
What the fuck! I felt dizzy and nauseated. Leaning against the wall, I
stared at him in shock. Nathaniel twirled the bat in his hand and laid it
on the ground. He swept a hand down his suit jacket smoothing out the
wrinkles.

"Now do you think that you will listen to what I have to tell you?" he
asked patiently, eyes twinkling.

I nodded dumbly. Something weird was going on here and damn my curiosity
I had to find out what. And if this motherfucker tried something I was
hauling ass out the window. It didn't even matter that my room was on the
second story. Something inside was telling me to hear him out. A sense,
almost like a feeling deep in my gut.

"How did you do that?" I asked hoarsely, my voice sounding too scared to
my own ears. So much for being all manly.

His face turned serious, a grave look that showed how crucial this
situation was. "People in this world, not all, but some are gifted in
ways that are beyond. Some call them psychics, mystics, witches... I am a
wizard. I was able to get into your room and take away your bat using
magic."

"Oh lord," I muttered dryly. Magic, yeah right. I didn't know what the
hell he did but magic? Ha. "I have Harry Potter in my room. What does it
have to do with me, Merlin?"

Nathaniel sighed. "Let me tell you a story. The Earth is older than
people think. Contrary to popular belief it didn't start out as a
paradise. Demons, vampires, werewolves, monsters from your darkest dreams
ruled this world. For eons they were supreme in their might and humanity
were the bugs at their feet. A time came when four warriors, chosen by
They Above All, drove back the creatures into a dimension neighboring
this one. Using their very lives they sealed off the barrier, and it has
been so for millennia." He shook his head, frustration coloring his voice
now. "Over time cracks formed in the barrier and the monsters of old
started to reappear."

I snorted. This guy was seriously losing it. "Okay, so let me get this
straight. All the stories above vampires like Dracula and ghost haunting
people, demons possessing kids...Those are 'creatures' that escaped
through the barrier back into this world."

"Yes," replied Nathaniel, looking pleased. Not at all catching the
sarcasm lacing my voice. "The dimension they live in is called the Ever
After. Some fairy tales have a basis in truth. The original authors were
seers who foresaw the events happening not in this world. The stories
should read, "They lived happily 'in' Ever After. Not "they lived happily
ever after". They didn't understand their talents and thought their
visions were merely their imaginations not real events."

I was getting really tired of listening to his nonsense. I would rather
listen to Star Jones talk about her wedding on the View again than this
crap. "What does this have to do with me again?"

"The barrier is not just starting to crack its starting to crumble.
Swells of monsters are entering the world at an untold number each day.
Soon the barrier will drop completely. When that happens Hell will again
be on Earth." Nathaniel looked at me and I shuddered at his intense gaze.
"The world needs the Chosen to answer the call and return to fight for
humanity."

Oh no. I was starting to get a weird feeling. I think I know where he was
going with this. "Your not saying I'm one of these chosen people, are
you?"

Nathaniel nodded. "Called on by forces beyond this world the Chosen have
been reborn to again take up the fight and finish the battle once and for
all. You are one of the reincarnated Chosen. You were once the champion
of magic. It is up to us to hold back the dark forces while we search out
the other three Chosen."

I needed to sit down. I slid down the wall and landed on the floor on my
ass. I shook my head to clear the swirling thoughts. It sounded
completely crazy but why did I feel like he was telling the truth.
Something inside tugged at his words. It was like his story was at the
tip of my tip as he told it, like I knew all of it long ago. The dreams
flashed behind my eyes. Oh God, the battles with the smoke and the
inhuman bodies littering the battlefield suddenly made more sense.

"But I don't know any magic. I don't know how to fight," I said in a
small voice, more to myself than to him. "This isn't right. No. No. No.
No."

Nathaniel approached me and I looked up at him. I was pretty sure I
looked like a deer caught in the headlights. He gave me a calm smile that
spoke of serenity.

He extended his finger to me and said, " You were never meant to
awaken so early but the need has arisen and the Chosen are required. The
reincarnation bound your powers but I can break it." Nathaniel looked me
in the eye. "Will you let me break the binding?"

I swallowed and nodded jerkily. I felt numb. But my gut was telling me
this was right. Nathaniel kneeled before me on the ground. I must have
looked like a fool staring at him, confused and unsure, sitting on the
floor with my back against the wall. His index finger touched my head and
these superficial thoughts were swept away by a rush of warmth. It
started at my head and engulfed my whole body like a blanket. I could
almost hear a distant click in my head as I felt like something within
had been unleashed. Energy or power surged through every fiber of my
being filling me with a renewed vigor. I felt whole. Alive. Complete.

I rose to my feet and clenched my hands. I stared down at my fists in
awe. I looked at Nathaniel and he nodded with a knowing look. I bit my
lower lip.

"What do I do now?"

He pointed toward the TV that was playing the evening news. I turned
toward the screen and listened. The news anchor shuffled the papers
gathered on the desk before him. "The curfew went into effect tonight and
authorities are urging all citizens not to journey outdoors until the
creature that has killed eight people so far is captured. While the
victims resemble wolf attacks, the bite markings are far too large and
viscous-"

"They are right," said Nathaniel grimly. "It is no mere wolf doing this."

I was already putting two and two together. "Werewolf," I said quietly.

"Yes, and its up to us to stop it."

"Am I supposed change into some fighting clothes or something? I think I
have some Addias track pants..."

Nathaniel smiled and shook his head "Not exactly. Reach inside yourself
and touch your power. You shall be changed into the garb of your warrior
form."

I had no idea what that really meant but I would try. Creepy Nathaniel
guy was right about everything else. I closed my eyes and focused on the
new energy flowing through me. I could almost see it in my minds eye a
glowing orb of light floating in a sea of blue light. I touched it and
gasped. Something -shifted- inside. My skin tingled and I let out a gasp
as I opened my eyes. I stepped toward the mirror and looked at myself.
The clothes I had been wearing were gone. I now wore a black leather suit
that was padded. Something told me it functioned like light armor,
protecting against flame and other attacks. I squinted my eyes. The
outfit looked suspiciously like the outfits the X-Men wore in the movies.
Except I was sure that none of them had a black cloak draped over their
shoulders. It clasped below my neck with a silver pendent engraved with a
five-pointed star.

"You see," said Nathaniel, smiling. "You are indeed one of the Chosen.
The champion of magic."

I knew he was right. A name entered my mind. "In this...form," I said
softly, remembering. "I was called Warlock."

That was evidently the right thing to say because Nathaniel smiled wider.
"Let us go take care of this werewolf threat, Warlock."

Nathaniel opened my window and he simply leaped. I stared as he landed on
the ground below as graceful as a cat. I took a deep breath letting out
all the tension in my body. Time to go kick some werewolf ass. Suddenly,
I stopped. Wait. Champion of magic?

What the hell?

How was I supposed to kill a werewolf? I don't know any forking magic?!

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Okay this is chapter one of a new story that suddenly popped into my
head. As for what you can expect. Big fights. Adventure and romance. More
Chosen. More about their past and powers. And a villain that will make
all others seem like saints. Please give me feedback to tell me what you
think. Silvenfox@yahoo.com