[ WP ] To get to emergencies quicker , all Emergency Responders are required to be clairvoyant . This morning , an ambulance , fire truck and police cars show up outside your house . Nothing has happened ... yet .

I had just awoken when I heard a loud bang; having said that, I could've been in the deepest slumber of my life and I would've still shot up like a rabbit from the thunderous noise. I slowly arose to my feet and made my way towards the end of the corridor and down the stairs, the only thing stopping me from moving any quicker to the ( by this moment, deafening ) banging were the bright streaks of morning daylight creeping in through the windows and piercing my already squinting, reddened eyes. 
 
 I made my way to the front door and had only just slowly turned the knob when 7 men barged through; 2 in blue, 2 in red and 3 in green. Working for the local council, I already knew what was happening, and went straight for the living room to allow these fine gentleman the space they needed; a small part of me wanted to just catch up on my sleep, too. 
 
 * 
 
 As I sat on my couch, wondering about what was to happen, my eyes glanced over to the men in blue moving through my drawers rapidly but efficiently; they were most likely looking for any narcotics or weapons, but they would n't find any. The men in red were making camp in my kitchen, no doubt their number 1 suspicious site for a fire, whilst the men in green sat opposite me, able to do very little until something presented itself. One of them, however, was obviously new to the scene; aged 15, wearing oversized clothing and fidgeting, no doubt confused about the predicament. His messied hair and slowed movements also gave me comfort in realising I was n't the only one who wanted to go back to sleep. 
 
'I still do n't ge-' the kid began. 
 
'I'll explain later' said the older gentleman in green, statesman like. 
 
'Let me guess. You do n't get why you're here and what you're doing?' I interjected. I'd worked for the council for over 10 years and my primary role was in locating kids such as the one sitting opposite me and putting them to good use. 
 
'Erm, yeah.' He replied sheepishly, glancing over at the older paramedic who, by this moment, had let his tiredness consume him and paid no attention to us. 
 
'Let me explain, considering we have nothing to do but to wait. I'm surprised you have no idea, actually. Do n't you read the news? Do n't you know why you were trained for this role?' 
 
'No.' The kid was only cementing my disdain for this new generation. 
 
'Ok then; 15 years ago, hospitals started to get reports of people complaining of intense headaches- I assume you've had them by now?' I asked. 
 
'Yeah I have!' He replied. For the first time he was showing interest. 
 
'well then. Doctors were initially perplexed- this fitted no medical pattern that they had! It was n't epilepsy, it was n't a migraine, and over time the patients began reporting other symptoms, such as visions and blacking out and vomiting. Over the next 5 years, they collaborated with government officials and discovered that all of these patients had a mutation in a traditionally thought to be redundant gene sequence tha-' 
 
'Huh?' 
 
'Oops sorry. Basically, a bit of their gene that previous generations of doctors thought did nothing. Well, it does something- and something big! In the small minority of people who have an activated gene sequence, they're able to PREDICT fires, crimes and major health issues- cool, eh? And it's my job to find you guys and train you up to be the modern day superheroes you are' 
 
 The kid has gone white. I could tell this was overwhelming him- I just was n't sure if it was in a good or bad way. 
 
'That seems like a pretty weird combination of things to be able to predict- or even do!' He replied, after a while.'What about flying, teleporting, shooting beams out of your eyes! Why do n't people have those powers?' 
 
 Truth be told, nobody knew. Recent research has indicated just how powerful- and thus, deadly- a severely mutated sequence could be, but this entire situation was unprecedented, and nobody knew what to do. The kid seemed to take that on, but then asked the most pertinent question, something I had n't questioned until then: 
 
'So is it common for all three of us superhero factions to come at once?' 
 
'Err... No, to be honest. I had n't thought of that, so let's see what hap-' 
 
 My body gave way. I instantly collapsed, my head only protected by my carpeted floor. I could hear the men in green calmly discussing their next course of action, but I could n't move; even their voices were coming through to me muffled, as if through the deepest of waters. Suddenly, I heard an intense roar and realised it was the kid screaming. Before I could wonder why, I was thrown into my side and could make out the faintest appearance of white liquid around my mouth; I was foaming. 
 
 What I did n't tell the kid, and what the elder men in green knew, was to look out for somebody like me. 4 years ago, somebody with the exact same symptoms I seemed to be presenting with was discovered in a remote region of Africa, and his mutated sequence of genes allowed him to be able to control objects with his mind. He was what we called a'Speck.' It seemed like I was one too. 
 
 Before the men in green had time to call it in, everything went black. I was able to hear, but could see nothing. Voices soon became unconnected sounds, and suddenly they ceased to exist. After what seemed like an eternity, my previously bloodshot eyes clamped open with a vicious urgency, and my entire body seemed to take a life of its own, first standing on its own accord before moving towards the men in blue, completely dazed and bewildered by what they were seeing. 
 
 On my way, I caught a glimpse of myself in my living room mirror: my eyes had taken on the colour of the morning sky, whilst my hair was standing on ends. I looked twice as big as I had been for the last 20 years of my life, and my clothes stretched hopelessly over the presence of my never-before had muscles. No wonder the men in blue were speechless. 
 
 Suddenly, my hand shot up without any command and faced towards the men in blue. In Africa, the Speck had shown an indication of the gene sequence overpowering his own cognition, and acting out of his own accord. Once that happened, the Speck had no ability to control his own movements, and more importantly, his powers. I instantly knew whatever was going to happen was something I'd regret, and shouted at the men in blue to move. However, no words came out, and out of nowhere dozens of streams of red flew from my hand and engulfed the men in blue, my ears picking up on their whaling sounds and pleas for mercy, however it was too late. They were nowhere to be seen. 
 
 Before I had a chance to explain myself, my legs gave way and buckled, dropping my immensely larger frame onto the ground in a large heap. As my eyes began to shut, I could make out the outlines of the men in red and green running for their lives, unaware of what may happen next. I lay there, myself unaware of what may happen next, content with the fact my life was now out of my hands. 

