[h3][center][color=004b80]Kyle Lancaster[/color][/center][/h3]

Kyle would examine today over and over. Every second since he left the Mess Hall. Only twice in his life, after he gained his [i]powers[/i] had he touched someone. The first was a former best friend who he caused to have seizures and nearly killed. The second was his mother, right after The Event. Thankfully Kyle's mother didn't hold onto him long enough to do anything but render her unconscious. For a small boy, that was still traumatizing enough. So when Kyle was told he was going to a school, kind of like a boarding school, filled with other kids, he panicked. Sure he'd kill someone on his first day.

Yet it didn't happen. First a few hours passed, then a day, then a week. After a few months Kyle began to relax. That maybe he wouldn't kill anyone. Or even touch anyone. But all good things must come to an end. As Kyle slipped out of the Mess Hall, cramming his omelet into his mouth; the way only a growing boy could, he managed to dodge two girls, one guy and what looked like a walking statue, his luck ran out.

Kyle had ducked around the walking statue right into the path of a blonde girl. Kyle had tucked his hands away and tried to dodge but they collided. Forcefully. They ended up sprawled on the ground. Kyle was on the bottom of the unhappy pile with blonde girl on top. 

Kyle blinked at the spinning grey sky, water getting into his eyes. He tried to piece together what had happened when someone started screaming. Almost unconsciously he reached out and helped someone move the blonde girl off him before he realized he didn't have gloves on. Hadn't put them on this morning because he just hadn't thought about them. 

Kyle recoiled in horror. One of the passersby had rolled Blonde Girl onto her back. It was quite obvious she was having a seizure. He could hear some one some where shouting at someone to get help. To get a teacher. To get someone. 

"[color=004b80]Oh God.[/color]" The words dropped from Kyle's lips. Not quite a prayer but close.

"[color=004b80]Oh God.[/color]" He repeated a little louder as panic started to set in. This was it. He killed someone. He killed someone and they were going to lock him away somewhere where he could never hurt anyone again. Surprisingly that thought didn't comfort him. This school had given him a taste of what normal could be like. Had dangled it in front of him like water in front of a dying man. But then yanked it away, leaving only regret behind. Regret at what could have been.

"[color=004b80]Oh God.[/color]" Kyle repeated once more. He didn't want to go away. Which sucked because just a few months prior he would have been fine with it. But no. 

"Hey kid, you okay?" Someone asked. Then, Kyle felt someone touch his shoulder. Thankfully he was wearing his leather jacket and a shirt under that. But his reaction was still violent has he jerked away.

"[color=004b80]Don't touch me![/color]" He shouted as he leapt to his feet. His backpack hit the ground and papers and books scattered in the damp. His black eyes were wide and wild. If he had a mirror he would have thought he looked slightly crazed. Still, the effect and the screaming worked because the growing crowd took a step backwards. Or maybe they realized just how dangerous he actually was.