2025-09-25, 09:29 PM
Chapter 01
"I can't help it! I'm envious as fuck!" Sara yells as she points to a young boy showing off his newfound abilities to his classmates by flying effortlessly above the playground.
"And I can't help but worry he's gonna fall and break his neck." I respond earning an "aww you'll be the greatest dad one day" from Sara as we walk past the school on our routine walk home from work.
"Isn't he too young to be able to control it so well? You reckon he's a pusher or a power?" – I ask inquisitively, trying to start a conversation we've had many times before.
There was an incident in 1998 where a young boy in Sweden was caught starting fires whenever he cried. This became news sensation across the world but before long, similar incidents were popping up all around the world. Since then the world has drastically changed, some say for the better, others see it as the start of the end of the world. The world quickly learned that almost everyone developed a minor ability to affect part of the world. This had been going on for just about 20 years now and people were still arguing about the specifics along with a plethora of theories as to why it started. But no one has any real idea why.
"He's a pusher" she declares as she scans the boy with her abilities. I can always tell by the way her eyes light up bright-blue and her stare becomes slightly vacant "If you look closely babe, you can see the sand around him is lifting into the air as well. He's clearly a forcer".
I know she can't help herself, if she truly believes someone may have a power, she would report it online immediately in one of her blogs or forums. Powered people are believed to have been given a gift and they are often seen as celebrities in the world and many of them become superheroes. It's estimated less than 1% ofthe world has unique powers and some are even rumoured to have multiple.
Sarah is a Static pusher and can manipulate electric currents in the air. She uses this to scan people's bodies and she is one of the very few people in the world that can tell the difference between normal humans and pushers or powers. She has a cool range of abilities, but she usually only uses one or two of them. Mostly for white hat hacking and searching the internet for fun facts.
"I would have thought Power, the way he's flying doesn't really look like a normal forcer" I say trying to sound smart as I squeeze her hand slightly to bring her attention back to the flight pattern of the boy.
Forcers are people who can manipulate gravity. They are often seen flying as they can reverse the gravity around them. Although it often looks as if they're swimming in the air as it's not the easiest ability to master.
Me and Sara continue discussing our hope to one day walk past that primary school and find someone springing into their newfound power. Powers can be awe-inspiring as well as terrifying, and I've heard stories about heroes from all over the world. There are many rumors going around about Superheroes and not a lot is actual fact but mere speculation. The government funds any superhero wanting to use their powers for good and they seem to keep all secrets tight within those factions.
Me and Sara arrive back at our studio apartment in the Eastern Suburbs of Sydney.
"I'm gonna grab a quick shower, I stink from soccer practise" I say while sniffing my armpits and make a face towards my partner.
"I'll join you in a minute, just have to check an email from work" she responds.
I step into my narrow bathroom and take off my soccer jersey, socks and my shorts. I rarely wear underwear as I've recently come to enjoy catching girls sneaking a glance at the outline of my bulge as I run around on the field. I look in the mirror and assess the level of grime I picked up from the last game. I run my hand through my dark light hair that stands up with thick volume. My green eyes dash across my light brown skin that my African-European decent left me. I stroke my chest and stretch my arms feeling the soreness across my firm pecks and arms. My hands glide down towards my stomach where I wish I had more of a six pack, but it is smooth and hairless instead, except for the trail leading down to my pubes.
I've often hoped that I'd grow more hair on my chest as I got older but I'm now 19 and still only have a small awkward patch of hair in between my pecks. Serves no purpose I scoff to myself as I step into the shower. I start washing myself while thinking about having to go out to meet my mate at the botanical gardens to help him film something for his uni. Probably another video about how he can make plants do what wanted. He's known to be one of the strongest Earther's in Sydney from what I've heard.
Earthers can manipulate dirt but more impressively they can make plants grow and change. Some very powerful Earthers can even bend plants beyond their normal capacity.
A few short moments later Sara steps into the bathroom and walks up and pulls the shower curtain away so I can get a view of her body. Sara is 5'4 and with a toned body, c cup breasts and black hair that she curls. She almost never wears make-up. This only adds to her natural libararian style beauty.
She plays with her body for several minutes meanwhile watching me play with my cock until it's hard in my hands. I start stroking my uncut cock back and forth feeling the sensation of my skin pulling over my cock-head over and over.
That's when her phone rings and she dashes out of the bathroom.
I yelp at the emptiness I feel, and I'm left without a satisfying end, but I know she'll come back to finish the job she started, she's not that cruel. I sigh at the dedication my partner has to her work at the research facility. It's been getting more and more intense for her at work lately, but she's been close lipped about it. I guess she believes I may not understand the techno jargon of it all, so I've decided not to push it.
"who the hell is disturbing us in this holy moment?" I yell out with a smirk across my lips.
A few seconds pass and then I hear her scream briefly. "What is it? Are you okay or do you need rescuing from another huntsmen?" I scream out in response.
She is terrified of spiders and Australia is known to have some big ones around. I turn off the tap as I finish up and try to dry myself quicker than normal in case it's something serious going on with Sara. Just as I'm stepping out of the shower, I hear muffled sounds and a loud bang on the bathroom door.
My heart starts pounding in an instant and I fear the worst. I quickly run out just to catch Sara's legs being dragged out of the apartment. Fear hits me like a jolt and all instincts kick in and I know I have to run out the door as fast as I can. I take one stride towards the door as I feel something shift behind me and everything goes black.
"I can't help it! I'm envious as fuck!" Sara yells as she points to a young boy showing off his newfound abilities to his classmates by flying effortlessly above the playground.
"And I can't help but worry he's gonna fall and break his neck." I respond earning an "aww you'll be the greatest dad one day" from Sara as we walk past the school on our routine walk home from work.
"Isn't he too young to be able to control it so well? You reckon he's a pusher or a power?" – I ask inquisitively, trying to start a conversation we've had many times before.
There was an incident in 1998 where a young boy in Sweden was caught starting fires whenever he cried. This became news sensation across the world but before long, similar incidents were popping up all around the world. Since then the world has drastically changed, some say for the better, others see it as the start of the end of the world. The world quickly learned that almost everyone developed a minor ability to affect part of the world. This had been going on for just about 20 years now and people were still arguing about the specifics along with a plethora of theories as to why it started. But no one has any real idea why.
"He's a pusher" she declares as she scans the boy with her abilities. I can always tell by the way her eyes light up bright-blue and her stare becomes slightly vacant "If you look closely babe, you can see the sand around him is lifting into the air as well. He's clearly a forcer".
I know she can't help herself, if she truly believes someone may have a power, she would report it online immediately in one of her blogs or forums. Powered people are believed to have been given a gift and they are often seen as celebrities in the world and many of them become superheroes. It's estimated less than 1% ofthe world has unique powers and some are even rumoured to have multiple.
Sarah is a Static pusher and can manipulate electric currents in the air. She uses this to scan people's bodies and she is one of the very few people in the world that can tell the difference between normal humans and pushers or powers. She has a cool range of abilities, but she usually only uses one or two of them. Mostly for white hat hacking and searching the internet for fun facts.
"I would have thought Power, the way he's flying doesn't really look like a normal forcer" I say trying to sound smart as I squeeze her hand slightly to bring her attention back to the flight pattern of the boy.
Forcers are people who can manipulate gravity. They are often seen flying as they can reverse the gravity around them. Although it often looks as if they're swimming in the air as it's not the easiest ability to master.
Me and Sara continue discussing our hope to one day walk past that primary school and find someone springing into their newfound power. Powers can be awe-inspiring as well as terrifying, and I've heard stories about heroes from all over the world. There are many rumors going around about Superheroes and not a lot is actual fact but mere speculation. The government funds any superhero wanting to use their powers for good and they seem to keep all secrets tight within those factions.
Me and Sara arrive back at our studio apartment in the Eastern Suburbs of Sydney.
"I'm gonna grab a quick shower, I stink from soccer practise" I say while sniffing my armpits and make a face towards my partner.
"I'll join you in a minute, just have to check an email from work" she responds.
I step into my narrow bathroom and take off my soccer jersey, socks and my shorts. I rarely wear underwear as I've recently come to enjoy catching girls sneaking a glance at the outline of my bulge as I run around on the field. I look in the mirror and assess the level of grime I picked up from the last game. I run my hand through my dark light hair that stands up with thick volume. My green eyes dash across my light brown skin that my African-European decent left me. I stroke my chest and stretch my arms feeling the soreness across my firm pecks and arms. My hands glide down towards my stomach where I wish I had more of a six pack, but it is smooth and hairless instead, except for the trail leading down to my pubes.
I've often hoped that I'd grow more hair on my chest as I got older but I'm now 19 and still only have a small awkward patch of hair in between my pecks. Serves no purpose I scoff to myself as I step into the shower. I start washing myself while thinking about having to go out to meet my mate at the botanical gardens to help him film something for his uni. Probably another video about how he can make plants do what wanted. He's known to be one of the strongest Earther's in Sydney from what I've heard.
Earthers can manipulate dirt but more impressively they can make plants grow and change. Some very powerful Earthers can even bend plants beyond their normal capacity.
A few short moments later Sara steps into the bathroom and walks up and pulls the shower curtain away so I can get a view of her body. Sara is 5'4 and with a toned body, c cup breasts and black hair that she curls. She almost never wears make-up. This only adds to her natural libararian style beauty.
She plays with her body for several minutes meanwhile watching me play with my cock until it's hard in my hands. I start stroking my uncut cock back and forth feeling the sensation of my skin pulling over my cock-head over and over.
That's when her phone rings and she dashes out of the bathroom.
I yelp at the emptiness I feel, and I'm left without a satisfying end, but I know she'll come back to finish the job she started, she's not that cruel. I sigh at the dedication my partner has to her work at the research facility. It's been getting more and more intense for her at work lately, but she's been close lipped about it. I guess she believes I may not understand the techno jargon of it all, so I've decided not to push it.
"who the hell is disturbing us in this holy moment?" I yell out with a smirk across my lips.
A few seconds pass and then I hear her scream briefly. "What is it? Are you okay or do you need rescuing from another huntsmen?" I scream out in response.
She is terrified of spiders and Australia is known to have some big ones around. I turn off the tap as I finish up and try to dry myself quicker than normal in case it's something serious going on with Sara. Just as I'm stepping out of the shower, I hear muffled sounds and a loud bang on the bathroom door.
My heart starts pounding in an instant and I fear the worst. I quickly run out just to catch Sara's legs being dragged out of the apartment. Fear hits me like a jolt and all instincts kick in and I know I have to run out the door as fast as I can. I take one stride towards the door as I feel something shift behind me and everything goes black.