Two Lives, and a special visitor.

Well, I must say that living two seperate lives is an insane amount of fun! On one hand, I'm Justin Funke, British exchange student in one of the most prestegious high schools in New York City. On the other hand, I'm Damian 'Cienfuegos' West, Cuban-American Special, with the ability of Psychokinesis, which has evolved quite alot.
I haven't gone much into detail about myself, and even though Tempest protected my account, I'm not going to post any pictures of myself, partially due to the fact that my Transformation ability has been evolving lately, alone with my TFP. Here's been my week so far:

So yesterday I was stoked and ready to infiltrate the infamous Building 26, Mr.Danko's operation, and rescue my mother. Aron (who has chosen the nickname 'Armor') was practicing with his new synthetic ability of Metal Mimicry, making himself look like a suit of armor, then back into regular form. He decided to use his ability to make some bracelets of different materials that he has attached to his arm, incase the situation arises where he has to absorb them for protection. Unfortunately my friend John, who had also taken the formula, had not yet manifested, and I was beginning to think he may have taken an uncatalyzed version of it.


Anyway, there I was, about to teleport to B26, when I received a text message. The number was blocked but the message read this:
YOU'RE NOT SAFE! BUILDING 26 IS BEING WATCHED, DON'T INFILTRATE YET
-Rebel

I was shocked, remembering what the girl I had met when my house was invaded had said. I changed my mind, knowing Rebel could help me most likely. I replied to his text:
WHAT SHOULD I DO?
The response was immidiate:
GO TO PERU. HELP A FRIEND, SENDING PICS NOW
-REBEL
The next thing I knew, a picture of a park showed up on my iPhone. I looked at John and Aron, who were fast asleep, and teleported to the location.
When I rematerialized in Peru, the temperature difference was immidiate. There was less humidity, and a chill in the air. I looked around, it was 1 AM there, but a few parties were ravaging the area. Thankfully, I had teleported to an empty area, and nobody had noticed my seemingly random appearance. At this, another vibration from my pocket:
FIND JORGE. HE'S BEING HUNTED, YOU CAN HELP PEOPLE!
-REBEL
I obeyed blindly, and looking at the attached picture of the Jorge that was mentioned in the message, I used TFP to make a picture of him, to ask people if they had seen him. Thank God for my language skills in Spanish, if not for them, I'd be done. The conversations I'll write are rough translations of what I really said.
"Have you seen this guy?" I asked an elderly man smoking a cigar on a curb.
"Not recently. We haven't had Jorge visit in a few weeks, not since he moved to America."
"Well thanks" I replied, but then he noticed my accent.
"You're cuban, aren't you?" He asked inquisitively
"Yeah, how'd you know?" My accent wasn't that thick.
"I know things about people. Its a God-Given talent. Much like your own. Something else I must ask, you have Psychokinesis, why not find Jorge with it. You can, clairvoyance is a part of your ability. You may have not unlocked it, but I know it is there. Weak, like some other aspects of your ability, but you can find him if he's within about 2 miles, and I know for a fact that he is..." I realized this guy had some sort of omnipotence ability, and it was pretty cool. I thanked him, but I didn't know how to access the clairvoyance he mentioned. After focusing and failing to locate Jorge, I turned to ask the Omnipotent Man, but he had disappeared mysteriously, and I saw no evidence that he had teleported. If he had I would see a light trail and "hole" in space-time that I could follow through.
Walking away, I heard something from a corner a little ways away. It was a quick shuffle, not like an animal, but heavier. It was human. I teleported to the dark corner and caught a hand on fire to light the area. I looked into the seemingly small area, and couldn't believe it, there was a huge MANSION! Not just that, but a garden, a lake with a geyser, and like 7 nice cars parked. I walked up, keeping my hands lit up in case this was a trick. Just to test, I terrakinesised a spike into a Bentley that was parked in the large half-circle driveway. The crunch sound was realistic enough, but then I walked over and pikced up a piece of glass from the busted windshield. I used it to cut my arm, to see if it was just an Illusion, but sure enough I felt the pain, before healing my arm conciously.
Just to go on the side, that is a huge downfall of my healing, it isn't something natural yet, I actually have to focus my ability to heal, not like other healers I've read about.
Anyway, I walked up to the house. Fearing a trap, I telekinesised the door open. I felt no lock when I opened it. I walked into an extravagant room, and when I looked up at the gigantic staircase, I realized that this was crazy. On the 5th step, descending the stairs, was my dream girl, Melissa Lopez. Oh My God, she looked even more beautiful than I remmebered her, and I'd known her my who life as Damian West.
She walked up and kissed me straight on the mouth, and the butterflies in my stomach confirmed that this had to be real. The sensation was so pleasing that all my suspicions were lifted. I gave in to the feeling, but then suddenly it went away, and was replaced with a claustrophobia, as the insanely real area around me was replaced with the tiny alley I knew was supposed to be here. I relit my hands, but not before I was hit in the chest, hard.
I hit the ground, and faced a black panther, which was roaring in my face. I felt fear, but then realized that this was no problem.
Like the time I had stopped a tranquilizer dart from hitting my with TK, time seemed to slow down, so I could think more. The panther looked almost HD to me, even though it was still very dark in the alley. I TKed it, and it hit one of the decaying brick walls next to me. Upon impact, it disappeared, but some dust did fly off of the wall. My cell phone received another text, and it informed me alot:
JORGE IS A REALITY ALTERER! DON'T FALL FOR HIS TRICKS, TELL HIM YOU AREN'T GONNA HURT HIM.
-REBEL
Thankfully, I was still in my clear-thought mode where time was slow, and I realized that what the Omnipotent Man had told me was true. I sensed Jorge's presence. He was not 3 feet away, hiding by making himself invisible to me. I used the telepathic part of Thought-Form Projection to assure him that I was a friend. I went into his head and read a memory of Rebel texting him, of being tranqued, of his abilities being nulled temporarily, and most of all, I understood his fear. I felt bad, and then soothed him.
"Soy un amigo. I'm your friend Jorge, I'm here to help. I'm special like you, I'm being hunted aswell, they don't stop persecuting. You can stop using your powers on me. You are a valuable asset, and I can provide you refuge, safety, and a chance at redemption. I read your thoughts, I know you used your powers without restraint, and for gain, but I'm offering you a new chance. Please believe me. If you can also alter reality, then you can read my fears, and also my memories, my desires, so you must be able to read my intentions. Read me, I give you permission, no boundaries."
The young man from the photo Rebel sent me appeared suddenly. He stood up, showing to be about 6'3", although I believe he changed his own appearance to be more apealing, and it probably worked well. I should try it.
"I can trust you." He said in a convinced spanish voice. "Take me then, to safety."
With that, I touched his shoulder, and we were instantly back in Cambridge.
"Sleep my friend. Tempest will find you here." I handed him my iPhone, and told him to show it to Tempest to prove that he was a good guy. With that, I teleported again. This time, to New York.

I arrived in a clearing in central park, a Jump Spot I had memorized. I went into the city and began apartment hunting. After a few boring hours, I found an awesome place. It was a $5 Million place, but because of TFP I payed cash, and convinced the people that they were fine with it. I even threw in a few extra hundred thousands, the economy is hard, it feels good to help.
So, I had purchased an apartment at 5 in the morning, and I wasn't even tired form my full night, I seemed to keep gaining energy from the light and energy around me, although a nap would be great, but then I realized I wanted to start anew, so I devised Justin Funke.
It wasn't hard, I made my hair straight and longer, and made it go from black to a nice brown shade. Next I gave myself green/hazel eyes, made my face perfect, with no flaws. I made my teeth blindingly white, literally. I made it so that photons came off them, making them even whiter. After, I grew to a reasonable height of 5'11" and increased my muscle tone, but not necessarily my strength. Well, I don't know. Does altering muscles lead to heightened strength? Maybe...
Next, I found a great school, and TFPed myself into the minds of all the people, making false memories, and making them think I was amazing. Also, I made false images of my perfect parents in their minds. I showed up to class and was greated by people I didn't know, including many hot girls. Man, transfromation and TFP combined are amazing.
Anyway, after learning that I could TFP a clone of myself and just skip class and make out with any girl I wanted, because I was amazing, made me never want to leave this place. Besides doing that, I really didn't do much, tried laying low for a while.
Teleported back to the VHS store that is our hideout after class and a quick meal at McDonalds with 3 chicks from school, followed by a very interesting trip to EACH of their houses. Did I mention that I LOVE being special?? Anyway, I found that Tempest had gotten Jorge a new identity, because he hadn't wanted to stay with the group, but that he had agreed to help us if we ever needed it, in return for all we had done for him.

At the end of the day, John still hasn't manifested an ability. I can feel his depression setting in, and I think I'm gonna send him back to Miami. Aron may have not cared about leaving his life behind, but I know that John does.

Well, my life has become amazing, and now apparently I am working for [or with] Rebel. Great.

Until next time, stay safe, and rebel
-Damian