Ideas for later: Fabray is alive, was affected with some extreme intelligence, main villain but behind the scenes. Australia had months to find a solution and secretly many of the people of Australia live underground safe. Group of children brainwashed to tailor powers, from young age, become killing machines. Someone will have electricity manipulation, someone will have air manipulation, sand, ice, metal, someone will have the ability to call on the powers given to them by tattoos.

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“So a long long time ago, some millions of years ago, a really big asteroid hit. I’m sure you’ve heard the story, oops, goodbye dinosaurs, eventually the earth grew again and finally here we are. Of course the earth couldn’t just stop there. 2026, September 13th, The Fallout. I’m sure you’ve heard of nuclear power; the majority of intelligent species tend to wipe out when they discover it, because they really can’t be trusted with it and it always ends in everyone killing everyone else. It’s been a different story for us, but well, is it really a better one? On one of the last warm days before the chill of winter, one Professor Samuel Fabray, a British government scientist, put a nuclear experiment to the test. He was an incredibly gifted person, with a degree in both neurology and psychology, but with a passion for nuclear power and its capabilities. He had been studying the power the brain could give, the mental blocks unlocked by confidence and faith, and came to the realisation that when stimulated with nuclear power it could allow the neurological barriers to break what we thought humanly powerful. In short, we could do things like breathe fire, jump as high as a building, even fly. This propelled him to fame, and along with it so many companies and businessmen pouring money all over him to speed the progress up. But all good things come to an end. Every human being is a majority of left-brain or right-brain. logic or creativity. The Freedom Serum, as Professor Fabray called it, had amazing effects on right-brained, creative people, as we know, but on left-brained people, it could be devastating. This is because the serum neurologically enhances the right side of your brain, so if you are a ‘left-brainer’, there is an imbalance of control between your left and right cerebral hemispheres. With this imbalance of control in their head, they gained the power, but went completely insane. The other, moral dilemma; the risk people with left-brained power who were mentally healthy but morally corrupt might be tempted into bad actions. Likewise, some people might not be affected, or only be affected a slight amount, be it a roughly equal balance of left and right brain, or for unknown neurological mysteries that to this day we still do not know the cause of. In short, the risks were too high, and slowly one by one of Fabray’s company supporters dropped off. He was angry, publicly called out every one of them, claiming the risk was worth it. Unfortunately for us, Fabray tried to demonstrate it by launching the serum in a state of gas unto his hometown of Whitley Bay, in the north-east of England. Long story short, he accidentally caused a massive reaction, spreading the serum slowly all over the world. The English government moved quickly to arrest him before any more hurt was caused but Fabray had disappeared. The purple cloud spread; everyone was in danger. It affected the world as predicted, and by the end it was estimated 80% of the population had acquired some form of ability. The discovery that your abilities were based on your character, inspirations, goals, came later on. This was what the nuclear energy had opened the neurological doors to. Here we are. 41 years later, and we’ve been through the panic stage, the ‘vigilante versus villain’ stage, and we’ve temporarily settled in a world of ‘Superheroes’ who do whatever they feel like, are paid millions, and… ‘talk’ with whoever gets in their way. They are gods, because any Rogues that the police force can’t handle, the ‘heroes’ do. I’m sure any of you could tell us that Rogues are those who are mentally unstable, and perform morally incorrect actions, sometimes in lack of control, or for their own benefit. Correct, Fletcher?”

“Uh-h, of course Sir” Jack managed, jolting awake from his slouching position as the class laughed. “Rogues, mentally unstable, yep.” Damn, he hated history. History. Crap. Why did I take it. 16, a mediocre left-brain, and he wanted out of history. Somehow Mr. Davies didn’t pick on him anymore for the rest of the lesson, and he lazily struggled along, staring at the clock on the classroom wall.

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Chapter 2

The bell finally ran for lunch, and with a sigh of relief, Jack started for the classroom door.

“Mr. Fletcher, a word?” Mentally groaning, Jack stopped in his tracks, and turned around.

“I’d guess it’s not exactly a secret you aren’t a fan of my lessons – but do try to stay awake. If that happens again there will be no warning, it will be a detention. I hope that will motivate you to stay awake from now on, so go enjoy your lunch.”

“Sorry sir, thanks sir” Jack droned, and walked out of the classroom, rolling his eyes. He just wanted to get to the tree and sit down with Xavier. Xavier was Jack’s best friend, since they were young. They discovered their ability around the same time as well, because for most people, your ability appears when you are around 4-5, increasing with power as you grow and for some, train. Also, if you are unfortunately fated to become insane, you mental state starts to deteriorate later in life, around the 19 or 20 mark.

“Lost in thought?” came a familiar voice. Xavier. Xavier didn’t try hard in school, same as Jack, but he lacked Jack’s natural intelligence, so always messed around. He spent less time studying and more time skateboarding or at the gym, and he claimed he was going to become a formula one driver when he left school.

“Sorry. Hey Xav, how was PE?” Jack asked, taking of his school blazer and climbing up the old withered oak. Xav chucked his onto the summer grass and joined him. Jack and Xav both passionately agreed that whoever came up with the idea of school uniform was a complete idiot. The previous year he had been on a Spanish exchange trip, where he had gone to live with a Spanish student for a while, and vice versa. Whilst there he discovered that the Spanish students don’t have to wear uniform, which he was incredibly jealous of, because here in England almost everywhere had a uniform.

‘It was great, we played basketball, and of course we won, which is even better baring in mind I didn’t use my Delta.’ Delta is what everyone calls the Truth Serum abilities now, the triangle symbol of the Greek Alphabet that means ‘difference’, or ‘change in’.

‘Ugh how I wish I could’ve been there, not stuck in History with Davies,’ Jack moaned. Xavier’s abilities were basic but powerful and slick. He was a classic mobility type, because so many people have wishes and dreams to do with some kind of action, like an aspiring golfer might get the ability of enhanced accuracy – hole in one every time. Xav’s Delta was called Cannon Dash. If he could see an object, he could dash at it, in a straight line through the air towards it. He is also seemingly impervious to attack whilst dashing, apart from the occasional block. His favourite move he had come up with, and had developed and practised enough for it to be very powerful, a chain attack, where he dashed onto one target, and immediately continued to the next in another dash, and he could continue for as much stamina as he had.