Miniscule Tasks, huh?

My name is Mykha Alaric, I'm a sixteen year old sophomore at Bluemond High School. Although I'm still a sophomore and my academic ability is average to say the least, I play varsity on the basketball team. However, that is not where my true talent lies.

"Mykha! Catch!"

My teammate and best friend Trey inbounds the ball to me at half court. I pivot on my right foot before exploding past the left of my defender. It's the last game of our playoff season and if we win this game we will qualify for the state championships. It's four seconds on the shot clock and the score is 61-62 we are down by one, I decide it's time for me to use it. The violet glow in my eyes are hidden by black contact lenses

I can see everything. Where the defenders are, where my teammates are, even the coach screaming my name and all at the same time. With this skill I can determine the best course of action. In my eyes I see a glowing violet path leading me directly to the basket. I spin past one of the defenders, another defender in the paint crashes towards me, but I'm ready as I euro-step out of his trajectory. The opposing team's center is a bigger issue as they are directly in my only path, even if I was to shoot the ball from here they'd likely just glass clean it. I toss the ball away from the basket and I can feel my coach's anxiety, as well as the crowd's eyes thinking the same thing, "Is he insane?" Trey catches the ball mid air and dunks the ball over the distracted center. The crowd roars and the air is filled with my teams excitement.

Back in the locker room, our team is celebrating the victory.

Kenny, our team's six foot five center walks up to me and puts his large hand on my shoulder.

"Hey Mykha! Some of us on the team is going to celebrate at Cheezy's Pizza and Arcade, you wanna come?" He asks with a wide grin on his face.

"No thanks, I'll pass. I have some homework to catch up on." I respond kindly.

"Aw, well you know I have a trick for doing homework, it's called not doing it. If you change your mind, we'll be there." He says while walking away laughing. It's not like I don't want to go, it's just even though these guys are my teammates, I wouldn't consider them being my friends, I make that line a clear one, It's better that way. As my teammates walk out of the locker room gleefully, I am finally left in peace and silence.

"Ah! Mykha!" Trey screams from across the locker room.

This startles me and I instinctively activate my Aura, luckily I had not removed my contacts yet. "Jeez man you almost gave me a heart attack, what is it?!" I snap at Trey.

"Uhhh, could you lend me your afro pick? I left mine at home and I can't show up to Cheezy's lookin' messed up." He says, he's darker in complexion to me and his hair is way more coily, so of course he needs it.

"Yeah here," I respond handing him my metal afro pick. "Just make sure you give it back tomorrow. Also why are you going to Cheezy's Isn't that like for babies or something? I guess you did cry over videogames up until you were thirteen" I say poking fun at him.

"Hey! That was a long time ago and you said you wouldn't bring it up anymore!" He says in retort. I stand there laughing for a while and Trey begins to laugh too. I've known Trey pretty much my whole life, we've been neighbors for eight years, when my dad passed away back then he had just moved into the neighborhood. He was shy at first, but even so, he somehow sensed the despair in my heart and put aside his own issues to reach out to me. "Well I'm off now! Oh! And you better show up to the first state finals game this Friday, I might be the best on the team, but everyone knows we can't function without you! So be there okay?" Trey says enthusiastically.

"Yeah, yeah, I promise." Although I refuse to have many other friends, he's the exception, my best friend Trey Landon.

I remove my contact lenses, grab my gym bag and leave the locker room. I find it annoying that it's gotten so dark all of a sudden as it's only 7:00 pm, it's quite a long walk home and the wrong kind of people tend to lurk around at this time, so I decide to activate my Aura.

This skill will alert me of any danger in my vicinity and give me the best route home. It's also the reason why I have to avoid making any more friends. You see, ever since Forty-one years ago when the Ragnarok Clock was discovered, certain people began what the World Government likes to call "Awakening." People who have Awakened gain abilities akin to superpowers or magic and are called "Awakeners." Some people can control fire, some can run fast and others have everything else in between. The Government, however, likes to keep tabs on all Awakeners, in order to do so they send them to an artificially made island located in the Bermuda Triangle where the Ragnarok Clock is also located. Because of this, many have nicknamed it Ragnarok Island. While there, rumor has it Awakeners live fairly normal lives, that is if what you call normal is fighting monsters that appear on the island and preparing for this grand apocalypse that's supposed to happen in four years. Contact between Awakeners on the island and the rest of the world is near impossible, you would have to get very special treatment just to contact your family that aren't awakened and even then it would be monitored. Although most Awakeners are born with their Aura making them easier to find, I've only been awakened for a year and a half now and I'm not too fond of monsters, plus other than miniscule daily tasks, I can't realistically visualize my clairvoyance being much help in fighting against a monster. However, I do not expect to go unnoticed for very long, my only goal is to finish this basketball season and then turn myself in, I'll finally tell mom and Trey about this secret.

Jeez, I'm making it sound like I've covered up a murder or something. I walk down a main road with neon signs and tall buildings when suddenly,

My Aura alerts me to danger in my vicinity, I look around trying to see anything out of the ordinary. Could it be a Robber? A Drunk Driver on the road? But then a violet path opens up for me and instructs me to go into a dark alleyway.

"You gotta be kidding me? This way is safer?" I ask aloud

"Okay, Okay, I get it. Fine I'll go this way." I follow the path throught the dark and dreary alley and as I turn the corner behind a building I can hear two people talking, I peak around to get a look and listen in. It's two guys, one with shaggy hair and a small frame and an overweight one with multiple facial piercings. There is also a girl who looks around my age, she has shoulder length red hair and is wearing sailor high school uniform. This doesn't look good, the two men surround each side of her.

"Hey girlie, y'know it's not safe to be wandering in alleys like this at night or something, right?" The man with shaggy hair says as he presses his hand against the wall prevent her escape.

"Yeah, but like, dont worry we're here now. We'll like, protect you." The fat one chimes in with a twisted smile on his face. Jeez, these guys are like actual NPCs, I'm cringing from second hand embarrassment. I guess that this is what my clairvoyance meant when it said 'Danger.' It's annoying but I probably should do something or this could get out of hand.

"Yeah as my colleague here said, we'll protect you or something, but our services aren't cheap y'know? However will you repay us or something??" The shaggy haired creep says as he gazes towards the girl's bosom. I set down my gym bag and step around the corner and allow my presence to be known to which the two guys flinch in surprise.

"How about I pay you guys instead, I think I'll give you two a good beating, on the house." I say cracking my knuckles as I scan for any sudden movements. Before I got my aura and joined the basketball team with Trey, I used to train in kickboxing with my dad and continued to do so after he died, I only quit temporarily earlier this year after school started getting tough.

"Yeah, yeah, I know, but I think the only ones in danger right now, are these two." I say in response to the alert reappearing. The guys shake off their startlement and the shaggy haired one speaks.

"Hey Bo! I think this guy is mocking us or something! You think he wanna fight or something?!" The shaggy haired guy says referring to his chubby accomplice.

"Like yeah Zo, I think he is! You wanna like fight us? 'Cus you don't stand a chance" Bo says in response.

I step forward having full confidence in this scenario, "I guess you guys are just as stupid as you are ugly. Who said anything about fighting?" I sigh at my opponents that sigh becomes a strong and terrifying gaze in their direction. "I said I'm gonna beat your ass."

The shaggy haired guy named Bo charges at me with a balled up fist. The violet path shows me an evasion to the assault, but guys like this are so predictable I wouldn't even need to use my clairvoyance. He obviously is gonna throw a wide hook, he's intending to knock me out, I duck under the blow and connect a left hook into his chin knocking him out. Zo hesitates for a moment, I smirk in his direction which urks him into blitzing me. The violet path tells me to evade but I decide to amuse this guy by letting him think his tackle maneuver will succeed.

Just as his arms begin to wrap around my torso I knee him square in nose and after he loosens his grip I frontkick him in the torso which sends him to the ground in agony clutching his bloodied face.

"Aggh! You bastard! You like, broke my nose!" Zo shouts as he winces in agony.

"Oh really? I think it looks better that way." I say stepping towards him. A look of terror sprouts in his face. I lean over grab his collar to pull him up to my face. "How about I fix it some more, hm?" I say looking into his terrified eyes. Zo, however goes limp and seemingly passes out, I decide that's enough and let him go.

"Hey… I wanted to just let you off with a fair fight or something…" Bo says as he stumbles back to his feet. "But I guess I'll just have to kill you…or something!" He whips out a switchblade.

I'm suddenly rushed by Bo, he slashes at me but the violet path shows me where to evade to. However, when he goes for a stab I'm still off balance and the violet path shows no point of exit. Is this the end? I think to myself, but then I remember that I can't always depend on my clairvoyance sometimes I have to be resourceful. I willingly put my left hand in the trajectory of the blade which in turn impales it. Bo is visibly stunned and delighted at the sight of me being wounded. I wince in pain as my blood is spilled on the dark concrete of the alley, however this was my plan all along. I use my impaled hand to grab ahold of both the blade and Bo's hand manipulating it. The violet path points me directly to Bo's chin and with all of my strength I strike, I feel my fist dislocating his jaw and putting him to sleep for a while.