Well, here's the first chapter. I know it seems short, but that's only because I cut out the future scene. I still have my version of the future and I'll e-mail that to you as well. It may need to be a prologue. Well agin I have 10 chapters and their length often fluctuates. This one is about a page and a half, while another of my chapters is 7 pages. I'll e-mail you them soon. Extremes #1: Generation Next At the residence of David Ebon, a fourteen year old boy, shakes convulsivly. Well, this isn't an ordinary seizure. One could say that it was a seizure within, within the very depths of the mind, and causing a reciprocation to his corporeal, or physical, body. Drew Ebon awakens without a single scream, for what Drew has endured this night has so imbued him with terror, he is left speechless. *What just happened?!* Unbeknownst to Drew, a small, blue flash streaks upon his forehead and his head cascades gently to his pillow like a new born babe, falling back to sleep. * The next morning, Drew wakes up about 8:45 and gets ready for the day ahead . . . While Drew dries off from his relaxing, hot shower, he ponders on the event that occurred last night. *I still don't understand!* says Drew to himself. *What happened to me last night? What if . . . it happens again. Well, at least I feel a whole lot better now after that shower.* Drew then walks slowly with a worried expression on his face, for he has no clues about what that mysterious episode was all about. He enters his room and dresses rapidly. As he gets ready to turn the doorknob and exit his room, Drew is struck with a most unpleasant pain. Drew gasps deeply in misery and anguish. He then sees that he apparently isn't in his room any more, but a landscape filled with iridescent colors. *Where . . . am I?* Instantaneously, Drew sees that he is back in his room. Being simply overwhelmed by this phenomenon, he holds his fist up to his chest, breathing heavily. * Days go by with more psychological experiences, but nothing had prepared him for what is to come. One Monday morning, Drew, who is a freshman student, sets off for school, or more specifically Tullahoma High School. After second period, Drew meets up with his good friend, Alex Davidson . . . "So, Alex, how's Rose?" Drew asks Alex about his girlfriend very shrewdly. "Man, Drew, can't you ever be serious?!" Alex accosts as Drew becomes wide-eyed. "Did it ever occur to you that I just might not be in the mood to talk?!!!" Staring into the angry eyes of Alex, Drew is abruptly transported within the mind of his friend, something he has never experienced before. He views images of the life of Alex Davidson, and decides that looking into his friend's mind is despicable and to Alex it's an injustice. *What's happening? How did I . . .?" "Drew, are you okay? I'm sorry for what I said. I've just had a lot of stress lately, and I really don't feel too good," Alex says. "Wha . . . what?" Drew says lightheadedly as he returns from the chasm of the mind. "Oh, Alex, I'm the one that should be sorry. I should have respected your feelings. I just didn't know you weren't feeling too well. Well, I gotta go. I don't want t' be tardy to third. See ya." And just like that, Drew runs off to the English wing. "Huh," Alex mumbles under his breath unknowing of why his behavior changed. Alex watches Drew race off down the hall and then turns to his next class. As he walks to Biology, he thinks, *That was weird. I wonder what that was all about. Drew came here two years ago, and I still don't understand him! I ask myself everyday if I should tell Drew the truth, the truth about who I am and where I am from . . .* Thoughts of drear envelope Alex's mind. He remembers days of the future, his past. He and his father together came to the early 21st-century, to escape a madman whose rulership was filled with Death's rapier hanging over each head. The madman's name was En Sabah Nur, the great Apocalypse! It was a time when only the powerful survived. On an attack on Alex's and his father's living quarters, made by the Infinites, Apocalypses genetic soldiers, Alex and his father fled from the future, the year 2096,to the year 1993. Since then, he has been in Tullahoma trying, with his father, to build a safe future for themselves. "Oh, jeez. I'm going to be late to Biology. Eek!" says Alex, coming back to reality, as he scurries off. * * * *Alex feels, I don't know, some how frightened,* started Drew. *I can't understand why though.Anyway, how did I do that? It doesn't surprise me, though, since I'm having those attacks more frequently. I'm glad I stopped when I did and didn't go any further. About the pains, though, they're so awful! It feels like a migraine ten times worse. Lately, along with the pains, I have been able to do some other awkward things, like when I wake up, things in my room are moving and they suddenly drop. I've read in a lot of magazine articles about mutants, those who have special powers. I guess I'm a mutant as well. Why do I have to have these powers? I never wanted them!* As his concentration on his powers drops, images of memories flood his mind, "Got to get out! Mem . . . ories from those around me. Can't stand it!" "Drew, are you all right? You look very sick," says Mrs. Price, the English teacher. Then all of the students stared back at him to see what was wrong. *C . . .can't stand it! They're looking at me so innocently, but I've violated their minds and souls!* Drew stampers as quickly as he can to reach the door, but collapses instead. First he is conscious, sending a psionic shriek over the globe, filling all that are psi-sensitive with pain, and then there is nothing but silence. * * * The next morning at the Tullahoma Harton Hospital . . . Drew opens his eyes very weakly while saying, *What happened? Where am I? A hospital? I . . . had one of my attacks and then . . .* "You can't go in there! He isn't awake yet! Who are you?!" screams an insolent nurse from the hall. "I assure you madame that our meeting with this young boy is most critical," says a young woman with exquisite blonde hair. "Aye, lass. My name is Sean Cassidy and this my associate Emma Frost. We are headmasters at a private school . . ." *It's all right, Sean. I've done a little psi-blinding again,* says the woman in a tone familiar to Sean. The two walk into Drew's room, and Sean says, "Hello, laddy. We've come here from Massachusetts. Well, actually a school. It's Xavier's School for Gifted Youngsters." "And you, Drew Ebon, are special."