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Chapter 1 - Neo L.

In my dream I had a horrible sense that I was going to die. All I remember is a woman with different colored eyes, but most of it was a blur. She had a long, haunting kind of face that left you uneasy, but she didn’t really do anything. She just silently stood there pointing at me as if she was blaming me for something I had done. I don’t know what she was implying, but eerily, the one thing I did know was that she was right.

The dream ended at the sound of my phone ringing somewhere around me. I rummaged through the trash that I laid in until my hand found my pocket. My boss informed me that I was late once again, but I assured him that I slept in the alley outside his building… once again. He didn’t like that and so he hung up. I shook off last night’s hangover and used my phone’s camera to make sure my uniform was fitting correctly. Just like that I started for the building’s front door, but as I turned the corner a stray cat crossed my path. It seemed like it was in a hurry and its black fur was matted from years of homelessness. I peeked around the corner to see what had startled it only to see the city started work on the street I needed to take.

There were moving parts and gears that served no purpose as far as I was concerned. I ignored it to the best of my ability as I rushed to the door, but I never made it because my foot went ankle deep in freshly poured cement. I cursed loudly and looked around for help, but miraculously found no one operating any of the machinery. Of course this happens to me, I thought to myself. I pulled it up and tried to wipe it uselessly on the ground. In an attempt to not make more of a mess I started hopping on one foot so I could find a place to take off my shoe. Luckily for me, I tripped on a beam and fell hard onto a nearby fire hydrant. My vision faded quickly and I was in darkness.

In my blindness I felt myself step down from the curb and into the street. I panicked and focused on regaining my composure but as my eyesight cleared I noticed white spots still clouded my vision. Horns went off all around and cars whizzed in every direction to dodge me. I still staggered around but fear set it in once I saw the lion.

The lion stood in the middle of the street and roared at me, bearing its viscous teeth. In a daze I stumbled backwards as fast as I could. My back hit a crashed car behind me and I found myself on the floor again. Just my luck, my mind seemed to say. I shook my head in fear of what would become of me. I squinted my eyes though because I realized something didn’t make sense. Why would a lion be in the middle of the city? I took a closer look to see what my hallucination really was but before I realized the lion was only a poster on a city bus, it was too late.

I tried to roll out of the way and I was almost successful but the corner of the bus smacked my temple hard. My vision blurred again and I felt my face pressed on the hot asphalt. I blinked away stars and for a second I felt fine, but I was far from it. I wiped my forehead and my hand came back bloody. No coming back from this. The world was dimming as thoughts rushed through my head, I glanced up and saw the bus driver running toward me with a horrified look in their eyes. In my last moments I noticed the woman from my dream was in the doorway of the bus. She loomed behind the bus driver pointing in my direction with her crooked finger and I knew it was my end.

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Chapter 2 - Andrew O.

Before I go any further let me start from the beginning. My name is Diego. My friends all call my ‘D’. I grew up in the green light district in Brooklyn, New York. It might seem like I live a typical life on the outside but that's not the case. Growing up where I did you have to fit in like everybody else. You have to fit in for survival. I try to act like these visions I have aren't making me go crazy. Everybody always wants something here. Money, fame, a record deal, etc.  I've always just wanted to get rid of these visions I have. My parents used to say I was possessed by spirits or something. That was before they left. They never really seemed to care about me. They were always obsessed with their work and couldn't seem to leave that out of the home. My aunt Linda says they died but I still believe they are out there. They left when I was 8 and my aunt Linda took me in like her own son. I do love her but she is just so narrow minded. She cant even

Anyways, my parents supposedly died in the brooklyn terror attacks march 14th. They were one of the victims of a bus hijacking when they were just going to work. They fell 13 stories off the williamsburg bridge where they drowned in the East River. That is, if they even survived the fall. They worked at some fancy museum in Long island but never talked about what they did. Even aunt Linda was kept in the dark. Everything I have researched about them has just come to a dead end. I gave up on it a couple years ago. If they were still alive they would at least send a postcard, or a congratulations on my job, or try to reach out somehow. Wouldn't they?

I've gotten checked out and the doctors just say it's nightmares. Every. Single. Time. I take medication at night that apparently knocks me out and makes my sleep “dreamless”. It doesn't work. The doctors just don't know what they are saying. They don't understand how vivid and scary they are. To them I'm just another nutjob. That's why I've given up on help. Given up on society. I gave up on myself. I let myself go downhill. For me my best solution is at the bottom of a bottle. Nothing else works. Honestly the only thing I haven't given up on is the possibility that my parents are still alive.

Nobody will listen to my theory that my parents are still alive. I believe that it was all done by the mayor. Beloved and esteemed Jasmine Gao. Kinda creepy if you ask me. Her long daunting face and different colored eyes are unsettling to say the least. Yet she is loved so much that she has stayed in office since 2009 bending all of the rules that keep democracy stable. Most people can see past her authoritarian rule because her “heroic” actions after the brooklyn terror attack, Her quest to defeat the ancient terror group,and  her humanitarian efforts that benefit the poor. They never see her dark side. She was the CEO of Grand Transportation before she took office. You know… The most common city bus with the big lion plasterer on the center of the logo on the side of every bus. This was the same company where several buses were hijacked in the attacks. Call me crazy but it had to have been an inside job.

When my parents died their boss gave me an opportunity to work for his museum once I was old enough. I haven't done anything too important yet. I am basically a bookkeeper. I make records of every single artifact we receive. I have been sleeping outside the building ever since I got into it with my aunt linda. She thinks I am digging too far into this whole Grand transportation inside scheme. So just like everyone else she now thinks i'm a nut job too.

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Chapter 3 - Lauren S.

Stepping onto the bus and into the leather driver’s seat, I welcomed only one passenger onto my bus. She was a woman with a thin build, long face, and different colored eyes. Her glare created a tense energy into the bus and left me uneasy. I took her change and she walked down the long aisle to take a seat near the window. She seemed so familiar, maybe a political figure? Not sure. I looked left, then right, and left again into the street for traffic before I pressed on the gas. As I pulled out from the Grand Transportation metro station onto the busy city’s street, the rays of the sun warmed my left side and the breeze creeping in from the crack of the window brushed through my hair. Today was a new day, a fresh start.

Suddenly as I made my way onto the street, cars, trucks, and motorcycles from every direction swerved in circles and crashed into each other to avoid a man in the middle of it all. He staggered as he faced the side of my bus and dropped to hit his head on the side of a totaled car behind him. The last thing he saw before he took his last breath was the lion mascot printed on every bus in the city.

There he was before my eyes, his lifeless body laid on the floor; I had seen him in my dream the night before. I look behind me to see the woman with a blank expression. She didn’t look surprised in the slightest. What was wrong with this lady? Had she felt no emotions? What kind of monster could just watch someone die and be expressionless? I sit to catch my breath and try to compose myself. I turn around again to ask the woman if she was alright, but she was gone without a trace.

What luck, only I could have such a great first day on the job.

Screams from drivers stuck in the collision fill the air. As I step down from the bus and reach for my phone to call for help, the feel the ground tremble. A small crack in the concrete forms and a glowing red light emerges above. The trembling becomes a petrifying shaking sensation as the buildings around me become blurred. I’ve never experienced such a strong earthquake before, but what was that unearthly glow beneath?

As the shaking becomes even more intense, the crack in the street grows in length and opens into a whole. Still in shock, I cannot push myself to move. What the hell is this? The heat from it burns my skin and the reality of it all sinks in. The crack in the earth absorbs the man lying in the middle of the street and he disappears. I couldn’t hear him hit the bottom -how deep does it go?! Before I could run away, it grows larger and I slip on its edge. Falling back into the glowing void, I catch myself on its cliff with one hand. I feel my fingers slipping from the hard concrete one by one and I almost lose my grip. Man, I should’ve gone to the gym more often. As my life flashes before my eyes, I see her standing above me, the only passenger on my bus. She stares at me with the same unsatisfied expression on her face and steps closer to me. Thank god, someone is here to help!

I reach my arm out for her, “Please help me!” I scream. The woman stands with her arms crossed and raises her foot. Confused, I keep pleading for help. What is this woman doing? Before I could yell another word, she stomps her foot on my fingers and I lose grip from the hole’s edge. I see the blue sky become a smaller and smaller circle and the red glow consumes me as I fall through what seems to be an endless void.

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Chapter 4 - Ethan Y.

Ah… She’s killed another. Not only that, another unrelated person killed, again. Sigh, I liked that one in particular. When I visited him as a cat he’d pet me, when I’d land next to him as a bird he’d feed me. He was a nice boy. Although he failed in his purpose, his death saddens me more than others. Maybe it’s because I grew more attached to him this time. When I could, I’d always do my best to save him, warning him of coming disasters using his dreams. Although, this overprotectiveness may have backfired as he was isolated from society as a result… Despite all that, he still failed to survive. A little part of me hoped that he would be the one to end this mess. Alas, it seems I’ll have to wait at least another 30 years or so for another to grow up. This time, I thought I was being clever by picking the child of the last one I chose, but it would seem that she knew I did that and had been trying to get rid of him discreetly this whole time. If only I had noticed sooner that those “accidents” that constantly happened around him were no accidents at all.

Sigh… Now what shall I do? I could fix that crack in the Earth, but it seems like too much work. Although, leaving it is not a good idea as it could make me lose more people. That woman, creating this crack here and not fixing it up, despite being harmful to her, because she knows that I will fix it for her. It infuriates me just to know what she’s thinking. Sigh, I guess I’ll do her a favor for the 1000th time. When my time comes, I’ll make sure to pay her back one thousand-fold. This crack isn’t even that hard to fix, especially since it’s purpose has already been served. Ah, she’s just left the body of that poor bystander in there, no remorse at all. Though, that’s expected since it’s her we’re talking about, but if it was anyone but me seeing this, she’d be in for it. Too bad I can’t leave it here… Oh? This human had potential. Now I can see why she killed him, though that’s no excuse for interfering in the lives of regular humans. They are normal until we mess with them, there is no reason to kill them, a limb or two would be enough to dissuade me. Instead, all she’s done is perk my interest. I should finish up closing this hole and go investigate this man. He may be a lead to my next one.

“Hello, are you Ms. Burch?”

“Yes, you are?”

“My name is Notat Allsus, an investigator at the NYPD. Your husband’s name is Josef Burch, correct?”

“Yes… Has something happened to him?”

“Might I come inside to talk with you?”

“Of course! Feel free to come in, sorry about that.”

“Don’t worry about it, ma’am.”

“So, you have something to tell me?”

“Yes… It pains me to say this, but your husband has died in a freak accident.”

“Died…?”

“Yes, he was driving his bus and it suddenly exploded. The explosion was so violent that it destroyed the road. All that we could find of him was his work ID.”

“No… This can’t be…”

“It is believed that someone accidentally left some hazardous materials on the bus. We are currently investigating who…”

She begins to sob uncontrollably. It is clear she doesn’t want to and cannot listen to any more of this, so I stop talking. I’m not a real police officer anyways, I’m sure the real police will come later, confusing her even more. I’m just here to investigate his family and I am sure glad I did. I found something very interesting: that bus driver's wife has potential for that woman. Normally, when I find someone like this, I’d do something like give her an incurable disease or appendicitis or something, so that woman can’t use her, but I’ve found something even more interesting. She has a child. She doesn’t know it yet, of course, since it’s less than a day old. The father is, obviously, that bus driver, the one who had potential. A child of people who have the potential for both me and that woman, how very, very interesting. Apparently, that woman hasn’t realized this otherwise I would’ve never been able to find this, but eventually she’ll find it. How will this change things? I could do my best to secure this chance to get ahead, but I’m not boring like that woman. Hmm… I’ll do this instead. Let us see how this child and their mother fare with both my curse and my blessing and eventually that woman’s curse and blessing. Will this change anything? Who knows? But it certainly will be interesting. Let us see if you can live with the powers of “D” and “G” influencing your life.