Name: Elodie Thomson

Age: 17

Lives in: Upper Manhatten

Alpha Power: The ability to see a person or objects past and future.

It was cool in the air, but warm too. It was one of those days when you could wear jeans and a thin halter top. I was hopessly bord, so I was out and about looking for some fun. I looked across the street for someone I liked, and finaly found someone. Or a group of people, but what caught my attention was there oddness. They moved like they were spies trailing a illegal immagrant drug dealer. I scanned each of there personalities and names, wich fortunatly doesnt make my eyes change color. There was Bill, the FBI angent, Gary, the autistic genius, Nina, the badass fashionista, Dr. Lee Rosen, the leader, Cameron, the Marine with aim, and Rachel, the quiet girl who everybody gets along with. I was scanning Rachel last when she turned her head in my direction. We locked eyes for one and a half seconds, before I turned my head and pretended I was looking for someone. Rachel looked away, and I turned my head back. Okay, I thouhgt. Lets see how this one turns out. I dropped my black sunglasses onto my face to hide my eyes, both when they changed color and to hide myself stairing. Mostly. I felt myself push against Rachel's mind, and suddenly I was in. My now dark gold eyes widened, and I continued on reading. I saw her and her team in a office building, probably there head quarters. Alpha? What's an Alpha? I saw a subway train, broken down and the scene of multiple murders, but then it was different. I saw things differntly; Everything smelled. I smelled the blood, and I even smelled the, whatever she called it on the little bear. Then I saw a man with dark hair running away from me and jumping of a building. I was in the middle of a memory of being so angry at who ever was on the phone and yelling at them in another language, when I was pulled out of it. It happened sometimes, the person becomes focused on something and there brain becoms harder to access. I snapped back to reality, and found Rachel had stopped in her tracks and was staring at me. Then, I realised that in the middle of my search, I had lifted my sunglasses up. I swore in my head. She saw. She saw my eyes. I dropped my sunglasses again and hurried away. Oh my god, she saw my eyes. She saw my eyes. This had never happened before, so I didnt know how she would handle it.

Think. Said a voice inside my head. You do know how she would handle it. You were inside her head, you saw her memories.

Yeah, okay. So how would Rachel handle this? She would tell the rest of her team and they would trail you. I responed to my own question. All this was giving me a head ache. I rubbed my temple's but suddenly the head ache grew. I stopped and rubbed my temples. My jean-clad legs and black flats became distant and blurry. My light blue and lighter pink shirt that was only suposed to be form fitting was suddenly suffocating me. I stumbled, and my red purse fell out of my hand. I had time to register running footsteps and the ground rushing up to me before everyhting went black.

When I woke up, I was sitting in a office chair. My wrists were tied down, and so were my ankles. My bag and sun glasses were on the other side of the room on a desk. I yanked at the straps. One uncommonly known fact about me is that I'm slightly clastraphobic. Crouds and narrow passges I can handle, usualy only alone, but being strapped down was like me being trapped in a tiny box. Everything was screaming at me to run, to get out of here.

"Ah, your awake." A older male voice said behind me. A skinny, kind looking man walked over and sat behind the desk. It was Dr. Rosen, I realised after a second. "How are you feling?"

"I need to get out of here." I blurted. My nerves were begining to act up, and I was starting to sweat. Some more people walked in the room. There were all the people that had been walking down the street when I had scanned Rachel.

"Yeah, that's how I felt when I first came here." Cameron said. "But you'll get used to it." I opened my mouth to explain, but Rachel talked first.

"Your afraid." She said in a curious voice. "Paniky. Just like you were just after your eyes changed color and you passed out. What's there to be afraid of?"

"I need to get out of here." I said again, a little more urgently.

"Listen to me, nobody here is going to hurt you." Dr. Rosen said calmly. "Were like you, we can do what others cant. My name is Dr.-"

"I know!" I snapped. "I know you you all are! I scanned you all first because it's a little suspicous for a bunch of people not laughing and joking like friends or co-workers to be walking down the street. You all looked like spies or something. Your Dr. Lee Rosen, Your Nina Theroux, your Gary Bell, your Cameron Hicks, your Rachel Pirzad, and your Bill Harken. I know what you can all do, and that you cal yourself Alpha's. Odd name to pick if you think your equal to other people. Now, I need to get out!"

They all seemed taken aback at my outburst. "I went through your phone." Gary suddenly said. "Your Mia Smith, right?"

"Mia?" I questioned. "No, I'm not. That's my friends phone, she left it at my house last time she was over. I was going to give it back tonight, when she came back from gymnastics to pick it up." I yanked on the straps again.

"Calm down, it's okay. We just want to talk." Nina soothed. "We can let you go soon if you co-operate."

"You really should calm down." Rachel was still staring at me confused. "Your heart rate is sky rocketing."

"Are you all right?" Dr. Rosen asked me, genuenly concerned. "You dont look-"

"Claustraphobic!" I shouted, having enough. I doubled over, panting. I took a deep breath, looked up and spoke slowly. "I am freakin' claustraphobic! And right now, these straps are driving me insane. I need to get out of here!" Relisation dawned on Dr. Rosen, and he had Bill take the straps off me. I rolled my wrists, neck and ankles, several bones making an audible crack.

"Finaly, how long did you keep me in there?"

"Oh, about 20 minutes." Bill said casualy.

"Ah."

"So, what did you mean you 'scanned' us? What exactly can you do?"