A/N: This is only my second story. I saw Chronicle this weekend and loved it, so I start this little thing. Just the prologue right now, Chapter One should be up soon. R&R.
My name is Jonathan Doran. I've decided to start writing this journal so that if I die or go missing, someone might find it and know my story. I know what you're probably thinking, these are some dark thoughts for a fifteen year old, and maybe a year ago, I would have said the same. I certainly wouldn't have thought any of the things I've seen, things I'm capable of, could be possible. Ever since the big news story about the incident in Seattle, though, I've been doing quite a bit of thinking. Pretty much everyone has seen the videos of those two guys, Matt and Andrew, flying around and moving things with their minds. The government has got to be interested in where they got their powers. If they knew that I could do stuff like that too, I'd be in federal custody so fast, I wouldn't know what hit me. So, for now, I'm on the run. I don't really know where I'm going, hopefully to find more people like me. All I've got to go on is this... feeling. Every time I close my eyes and concentrate, I feel this… presence. Or presences, I should say. Little voices at the edges of my perception, flashes of color or sound that are there and gone in the span of a heartbeat. And they're increasing. I feel more and more every day. I have to find them. I've got to know what they mean… But I'm getting ahead of myself. My story begins long before this, before the Seattle incident. It all started on a relatively normal day last October…
A/N: Well? Like it? Hate it? Review and tell me what you think.