My name is Henry Hesten, but if you have read any of my other works you know me as H.H. I'm sure the lettering is self explanatory due to my first and last name. Though that is not why I am writing this file. I am a journalist for the New York Times and have been looking into some strange findings recently. And if you are reading this you already know what has been going on in New York the past few months. Something is changing, the city is changing.

There has been an emergence of people taking the law into their own hands as of late. People that think they can protect the innocent better than the cops; they aren't wrong. People like the Jumper and the Chronicle. Both with strange abilities that not even science can explain, at least not to my understandings. But these people are alive, they are out there and the people need to know. They need to know that our evolution has continued into a manner more unbelievable than anybody could have ever imagined. These people are taking matters into their own hands. Not as vigilantes, but as hero's. I think I may have found one of them.

Outside the city in the more suburban areas is where I started my search. Anybody that had something to hide wouldn't be in the city. I followed anything I could. To whispers about a girl that can read minds to a boy that is stronger than the hulk in the comics. But this isn't the comics, and as I thought all my leads ran cold. Until I was passing by Westin Oaks High School. I was in my shitty 2007 Honda driving away from another so-called "Story" when I saw him walking out of the school.

This kid was just like any other nerdy high school probably off home to do god knows what kids his age do these days... maybe god should spare himself from such a thing. But anyway, it wasn't how he looked but his body language. Everything about him besides how he moved checked out. It was like the kid was being followed or something he checked over his shoulder at least 5 times crossing the side walk. Now I know what you're thinking "Hey man maybe the kid is high like half the other kids his age." But he wasn't. That's what I thought first too, but I drove up next to him to see if his eyes were bloodshot or any other indications that my gut feeling was dead wrong. My gut is never wrong. Besides the last 6 cases that ended with an angry mother smacking me with a broom for accusing their child of being some kind of super human.

The kids eyes weren't bloodshot or anything like that at all. But he seemed to be hiding something, cause the moment he saw me pulling up next to him I could have sworn he was on track at his school because that kid ran really fricken fast. He ran down the street and dodged behind the corner. I followed him in my car, hoping he wasn't about to run into the street and get himself killed. But when I turned the corner I was shocked to have seen what was before me. Nothing. The kid just up and vanished like he never even existed.

After that I was hooked on this kid. Yeah it didn't seem right following some kid around like a stalker but something was off about him. And I needed a story to get out in the next few weeks or I was going to get my ass fired.

The next day I rented out another car so the kid couldn't recognize me . I stayed in the front of the school waiting till school was out then I took out my portable canon camera. I couldn't just approach him with nothing to go on. I needed to get information from people around him first. If somehow this kid was like the rest of the gifted I needed better evidence. I waited in my car till the bell rang and I saw him walking out of the main hall. I pulled out my camera and took a picture of him so I could ask around. Once he was completely out of sight I decided it was time to do a little research for my friend here.

First person I went to was who seemed to be one of the more popular boys at the school. Girls frolicking around him and sitting next to a shiny new red Mustang.

"Excuse me son." I asked, "Do you know the name of this kid?"

Now at first he just looked at the picture and said nothing. He stared at me like I just asked him to solve some kind of Mathematical algorithm or something.

"Do you think I care?" The kid said, he quickly jumped into his car and drove off leaving me and all the girls that were with him in the parking lot. Time to look for the next potential asshole. The next person I went to was hopefully one of the more, nerdy kids. That may have known who my guy was. She was a tall girl, in glasses, a long white skirt and a Marvel hoodie. Interesting choice of clothing. She was sitting with two other boys that were wearing close to the same clothes as the girl. All bit super hero nerds.

"Did you hear about the Chronicle?" One of the boys said

"Dude I heard he snapped someones neck with a tire iron!" Said the girl.

"A'hem." I Interrupted," Sorry to interrupt but do any of you know who this boy is?" I held up the picture to them and almost got an immediate answer from the girl.

"He doesn't go here." She said, "He is always here after school and just leaves. Nobody knows who he is or why he comes by the school everyday. It's like hes watching someone."

After that I went back to my car and sat there, puzzled for a  while. There was obviously something going on with this kid and I wanted to know what.

The next day I went back to the school and waited for him just like I did the day before. Though this time I wanted to talk to him. He exited the school like he did the last two days and started walking down the street. I parked and began to walk behind him.

"Hey kid!" I yelled to him. He stopped in his tracks and turned towards me and looked like he had just seen a ghost. He started to walk towards me and stopped when I could completely see his face.

"You're the guy that drove after me the other day." He said, "What do you want?"

"Hi my name is-" He cut me off.

"Henry Heston. You work for the New York Times as a journalist and want to ask me some questions. Right?" he said.

"Yeah how did you?" He cut me off again.

"you have been going around town accusing kids of having some kind of strange abilities. Word gets around down here faster than in the city Mr. Heston. What do you want." He said.

"Well kid I just want to know why you are hanging around here everyday.  Why you don't even go to school here but you still come for some reason. What is that reason?" I asked.

"Do you really think my answer will give you a story?"

"I'm not very interested in a personal story. I'm more interested in what you're hiding."

"Who's to say i'm hiding anything?"

"Who's to say you're not."

"Oh i'm sorry does me coming my to check on my little sister make me some kind of paranormal freak?"

After that we just talked back and forth for a while. The kid seemed clean. He was going by the school to check on his sister sense just recently their mother had passed away and he was kicked out of the house a little over a year ago for reasons he wouldn't tell me. But there was something off about him. Something I just couldn't quite get my hands on. He wouldn't even tell me his name, but he did say to meet him behind the school at midnight. To talk.

Now I wasn't sure what I was getting myself into but I knew from the start he wasn't like us. He isn't like us. And somehow one of the only hero's this city has seen in a long time.  When I met with him he seemed eager to speak, but the only things I was focused on was the bright white glow in his eyes.

"I want you to tell the world that I am in Magnus Falls, 50 miles out from New York city. I want everyone to know so they will come looking for me. I want a man named Dr. Lafario to come for me. I want them to pay." He said. As he did so his hands began to glow and what seemed to be electricity  started to emerge from his hands and wrap around his arms.

"Who are you!" I screamed to him. And he only replied with one name. A name that I am much more familiar with than he might have thought.

Chronicle. The name of the hero that was in the streets at night. Making sure we are safe. This boy was somehow drawn to me by fate so I could share him with the world. And a Doctor that he is eager to be found by. Dr. Lafario... I hope his intentions with you are good because after he said his name. A pulse of lighting shot through his hands sending him straight into the sky.

I write this file to share with you. The world, I wrote this file to show that there are people out there just like you and me that have An ability so unique it can't be looked for. It comes to you. This is history in the making. The history of him, The Chronicle.