Overpowering Abilities - Johnathan [PG-13]

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This is a Fan Fic partly based off the movie "Push", enjoy!

 

+This Fan Fic will contain violence and moderate adult language (swearing)+

 

[spoiler=Prologue]

I really don’t know I how I got here. I really don’t.

 

I looked from side to side. The blinding white light in front of me did not stop. I stared down to the floor to avert my eyes. The door behind me swung open, followed by a loud creek. I heard footsteps. Large footsteps. There was nothing in sight because of the white light, just black loafers.

 

I heard a voice. “Hello, Johnathan.” The voice said in a moderately deep tone. It was a stern tone of voice.

 

I groaned in reply. For some reason, I had noticed someone had turned off the bright light. My vision finally came back to me. The floor below me was cold and metal. I was sitting in a metal chair also; my arms and legs were bound to it with metal braces. The man reached his arm towards me and pulled my head up to meet his. I was sitting at a metal table held up by one tall pole. The room had a dark eerie feeling, as the walls were pure metal.

 

“Johnathan,” The voice said once again, “can you hear me?”

 

My eyes finally dilated and I looked up. It was an older man speaking to me. He had bright brown eyes with long eyelashes. His hair was gray and ended abruptly right up past his forehead. Creases lined where his forehead is and his cheeks hung loosely. A slight mustache dotted his upper lip.

 

I nodded, "W-Where am I?"

 

"Division." The man said.

 

Nothing made sense. What was "Division"? I shook my head clear of the thought. Obviously, my current situation was a bit more important.

 

"Now," The man stated, "do you know this woman?"

 

I turned my head. Who was she? Why was this man asking me these questions? I looked away from the picture, I couldn't really see it anyway. The man cleared his throat.

 

"Let me ask again." He started in a stern voice, "Do. You. Know. This. Woman?"

 

I looked to him. He was giving me a fake smile in hopes of a reply. I returned the smile and looked down to the picture.

 

It was of a small woman, no more than 25. She had long brown hair that ended in a small curl. It was a bit wavy as it reached the curls. Her glasses were large, very large, and white. In her hand was a small white hand bag with a metal chain as the strap. She wore a pair of white leather pants with a red top. I couldn't make out many details.

 

"No." I said. I thought I knew this girl, but I didn't want to tell him.

 

He smiled and pushed the photo towards me with his brittle arm hidden by his baggy gray suit.

 

"Are you sure?" He asked, politely this time.

 

I didn't reply. It was best to ignore him.

 

"Silent treatment, eh?" He said sarcastically. Before I knew it, his chair was far behind him and the back of his hand had swiped my face. Both his hand and my face throbbed. I winced at the pain. My eyes started to tear up, but I knew I couldn't show him any signs of weakness.

 

The man laughed loudly. "Well then, Johnathan," He said, "Maybe you would be more comfortable knowing my name."

 

I chuckled softly in return, "Why would I want to know your damn name?"

 

His face grew red. The man took a deep breath, then stated, "I'm Bastion. Bastion Rey."

 

This name, where had I heard it before.

 

[spoiler=Chapter 1]

In the not so long ago

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It was a cold night. The wind blew lightly through my short hair. My dark blue eyes shimmered in the moonlight.

 

The allies I were walking down were run-down and beaten. Every brick was covered with some kind of tagging or vandalism. I smiled to myself, as I could dimly see my future.

 

I am a Watcher; I am able to see the future.

 

I visualized my different visions. There was the lights, the metal, and that awful voice. It bounced from side to side on the walls of my skull, "Division". I was unsure of what it meant then, so I just figured it was a division of town. The future was always changing, and I hoped that part would.

 

As I continued walking down the street, the slight thud of my sneakers hitting the ground followed. Small screeches that must have been cats rang down the small alleyway. It was empty, and dark. A loud car alarm began to screech as yet another car was broken into. Garbage cans fell down next to me without warning and a small woman sat there, dressed in rags. She looked as if she was another homeless, but no. She smiled at me. She smiled at me. I noticed the slight stream of blood trickling down the side of her mouth. A small cough came from her, as did a few more drops of blood. Of course, I rushed over to her.

 

"Mam, are you alright?" I asked frantically, pulling a tissue from the pocket of my black leather jacket. I dabbed at the blood.

 

"Rey's men," She whispered, "they got me. I know their secrets."

 

I gave her an odd look. Obviously a drunken homeless who had been beaten. No matter, I thought to myself, she'll be fine. I threw the tissue aside and began walking again. There was the deep feel of guilt inside me that I should go back. No, stand strong. You've got a life too, I told myself.

 

"P-please help me." She said in a breathy tone. I frowned. How could I deny an injured woman?

 

She looked to me as I progressed towards her. I knelt down to meet her at eye level. I smiled comfortingly at her. She returned the favor.

 

I reached my arm out to dab at the blood with my sleeve again but I was quickly stopped. Something had gotten hold of my arm! Wait, it was just the woman. She looked into my eyes, as if trying to read my thoughts. Her dark pupils began to increase and decrease in size rapidly. She remained smiling.

 

"M-Mam! Are you alright?" I screamed.

 

"You... You will take me to the hospital now." She demanded. My thoughts had changed, she had changed them.

 

I obediently placed my arms under her and rose. She was not very heavy, so it was not a hard job. I began to walk towards the hospital with the strange woman in arms, I was unsure why.

 

The woman is a Pusher; she is able to change another's thoughts.

 

Her long brown hair ended in a curl, I thought it was very pretty.