A milk carton exploded against the wall behind me, barely missing my head. A looked around to find my attacker, when I saw him snickering with his posse. 

"Hey nerd how's it going?" Bret said barely holding back his laughter. "I heard today's the anniversary of you parents murder- freak". 

"Yeah what about it Bret?" I stated as monotone as possible. I hated it when anyone brought up my parents. It always caused my anger to spike and surge to flare. 

"Well I just thought I'd remind you of how much of a lonely, orphan freak you are".

"Oh because I've done oh so many terrible, freakish things to deserve that title". I stated sarcasm laced all throughout my tone.

"Please Ane we all know abou-" *ring ring*. The sound of the late bell cut him off.

I gathered my things and made my way to American History (my favorite class). The only thing we really did in that class was go over the change brought on by rich white guys. You'd think I'd be joking, but no I'm not. I arrived at my destination hesitating for a moment at the door way. Mr. Smith hated it when his students were late to his class. 

"We will be covering Unit- ah Ane to what do we oh the pleasure of this visit?" He inquired amusement and sarcasm dripping from his tone. The whole class turned to me in unison. I could feel their eyes burrowing into my soul, which was amplified by my enhanced senses. 

"Sorry sir I lost track of time..." I hung my head down and proceeded to my seat. Except when I looked over to my seating area, I saw a beautiful girl with raven black hair, and deep sapphire eyes sitting in the seat right in front of mine. Now this was concerning for two reasons. One I sat alone at the small pod of four desks, and two I've never seen this girl before. I shook my head with a sigh and headed towards my seat.

"Hi" she said quietly her voice soothing and soft. 

"Uh hey I'm Ane" I said as I plopped down in my spot, and began pulling out my stuff.

"Kacy" 

"Pardon?" I asked confuzzled

She laughed and repeated herself "my name is Kacy".

"Oh that's a nice name" I murmured a light shade of pink tinging my cheeks

"Thanks your's is-" she paused for a moment "interesting".

I chuckled "I know it's not normal, but-".

"Mr. Tedesco, Ms. Morgan do you have something to add?" Mr. Smith questioned clearly agitated.

"No sir!" We said in unison.

"Then I suggest you keep quite Tedesco!" he barked. "Now miss Morgan since your new here I'll cut you some slack, but in the future please refrain from speaking during my lesson". Mr. Smith threw me one last glare before returning to his lesson on the Louisiana Purchase of 1803. I already learned the material so I pulled out a novel from my backpack (Halo the Flood, and yes there are a lot of Halo novels, and they are awesome!).

90 minutes later...

"Now Thomas Jeff-" the bell rang cutting off mister smith and signifying our freedom from this torture chamber. I quickly gathered my things and headed off to my next class, but not before saying a quick goodbye to Kacy. She seemed really nice and was the first person, aside from aunty, that  I had actually made legitimate small talk with in nine years.

I got water from the fountain next to the bathroom before heading to PE. As you can already guess I loved the class. It was easy and since it involved a lot of physical strain, it allowed me to train surge to my hearts content. 

Now I'm what's known as a grade 2 surge. This is a term that I made up myself after analyzing the energy rush and how it worked. Now the grades are basically levels, but I liked the term grade better than level (sounds more interesting). Grade 1 is just simply the ability to feel the energy in the body, and to use it to enhance your abilities by about 25%. Grade 2 is a bit more complicated and can only be achieved by practicing surge and feeling a mixture of relatively intense emotions. Listening to loud rock/pop music is what caused me to hit grade 2. 

Now in essence grade 2 is basically the ability to intensify the energy rush, and focus the power into a more focused point, as opposed to just randomly spreading the energy out in hopes of getting results. So in a nut shell grade 2 is just a stronger, more focused grade 1. However unlike grade 1, grade 2 shows a 50% increase in strength, speed, reflex, senses, etc. The last one that I've discovered is grade 3. That was the power I used when I... never mind you get the point.

"Line up!" Ms. Palmer shouted and blew her whistle. "I want four rows with five students in each, move it!". 

We all lined up without hesitation when I noticed Kacy was in this class as well. I got into a line that had 3 people in it already, and to my surprise Kacy took the last position in our line up.

"We meet again" she snickered.

"Yes we do" I chuckled

"Today we do relay races!" the teacher yelled ending our conversation"grab the bean bag at the end of the gym, and run back to your team, and pass the bean bag to your next member. They will then run to end of the gym, and back, then pass the bean bag to the next member so on and so forth".

"Get ready!" Ms. Palmer yelled "3, 2, 1... go !".

The guy leading our group shot off as quick as he could. He was fairly skinny, not too strong, and that allowed him to move swiftly. He grabbed the bag second and sprinted back to the team as fast as he could. He passed the bag off to a chubby girl who took a moment to register that it was her turn to run. She ran as fast as she could, but ended up coming back last our of breath. She passed the bag off to an average built guy who sprinted as hard as he could, trying to make up for lost time. He came back fourth, and then it was up to me. I felt the energy move through my spine to the rest of my limbs. That familiar presence coursing through my veins, granting me unnatural strength. 

I closed my eyes for a breath, before opening them and shooting ahead as fast as my body would allow me. The gym blurred as I ran, pushing my body to it's absolute limit. I can only hold the full affects of grade 2 for about thirty seconds, so I had to make this count. Lucky for me the energy nullifies pain, and more importantly the burn I should be feeling in my muscles. I covered the hundred foot gym in about 20 seconds. I pushed my energy to the absolute limit, and shot ahead significantly faster than before. I reached my group second, just three seconds behind the first place holder. 

Kacy grabbed the bag "Thank you" she smiled

What I saw next baffled me. Kacy stood still for just a moment, and then shot ahead as fast as a rocket. She was like a blur as she sprinted towards the end of the gym. She reached the other side just barely behind the first place runner. She sprinted back, but she was moving slower than when she had initially started. Halfway back she pushed with everything she had and just barely passed the her competitor before reaching our group. She looked exhausted as she gasped for air.

I had seen this before. When I first began practicing grade 2, far before mastering it, I would often lose energy very rapidly when doing simple exercises like lifting weights, and... sprinting. I couldn't believe what I had just witnessed. Kacy might be like me, I might not be alone! However before I had the chance to question her, the second place team walked up to us, and they did not look happy.

"You cheated!" one of them yelled at us.

"How do you cheat at running!?" Kacy yelled

"I don't know how, but that's what I'm going to find out" the guy lunged at Kacy. I noticed it was the runner who she had barely beaten. The teacher had left to go to the office in order to turn in her attendance sheet. That meant that there was no one to stop him, but me.

After just surging my senses and reflexes were heightened. My body seemed to move on it's own, as I came to her defense. I kneed him the stomach, put his head in a lock, and then used his weight against him, and flipped his sorry ass. He hit the floor with a thud, and attempted to get back up. At this point I registered him as a threat and stood in front of Kacy out of instinct. He charged again, but little did he know that I had focused, and concentrated the energy in my left arm. I slammed my fist into the bridge of his nose, causing him to lurch backwards five feet into the gym wall. I felt the bone break under the pressure of the punch, and let me tell you it felt so wrong.

The kid sat up nursing his wound, holding back the reservoir of tears that threatened to overflow. I could see the crimson leaking from his nose, and it caused something in me to snap. I remembered the death of my family, all the crimson blood glistening in the pale moonlight, and more than anything, I felt surge. The energy was overwhelming, but I had to hold it back or I could kill the kid. 

"Wow you really are an orphan freak" he said arrogance clear in his tone "I bet your parents are happier now that they don't have to deal with their freak of child. I bet they hired their murderer to kill them so it wouldn't look like they hated their son enough to off themselves. They just wanted to escape there not good weak child." he stated finishing his monologue

"Is that what happened?" I inquired my body trembling with rage.

"Yeah freak it is". he stated a twisted grin on his face (I had every intention of wiping it off) "They  could never live with the disappointment they created".

I don't know what happened, but it's like someone lifted a curtain. The plateau that once contained my energy collapsed. I walked up to him very calmly looking him in the eyes. His expression morphed from one of arrogance and superiority to that of terror, and regret. 

"Y-y-your e-eyes" he stammered pushing his back as far against the wall as he could.

"This is how this is going to work" I stated calmly "I'm going to beat you within an inch of your life. Your going to sit there and take it. When this is over your going to be in a pool of your own blood and regret. If anyone here even thinks about "tattle tailing" to the councilors or teachers, I will make sure that you never get up again." I finished taking a minute to indulge in his terrified expression.

I slammed my fist into his stomach, hard. He gasped and collapsed on the hard wood floor. He vomited up blood and whatever he had to eat today. I picked him up by his hair and dangled him just above the ground. He looked absolutely mortified, and I couldn't help but give him a wicked grin having knocked his off his face. I punched in the nose against causing the bone to splinter and protrude from his previous wound. 

I then tossed him nearly twenty feet away causing him to hit the wall directly to his left. I heard a few of his ribs crack from my enhanced hearing, but before I could continue my assault I felt a small hand grip mine. I looked down to see Kacy, terrified, and worried. I looked into her beautiful deep blue orbs, and felt the rage, and energy leave me. I felt regret for attacking the kid. I looked over to see him crying where he had hit the wall. His crumpled form pulled into the foetle position as to protect him from more harm.

As the last of the energy left my veins I collapsed on the floor from pain. My muscles were aching and felt like they had been torn and pulled. I tried to surge, but that only made it worse. I yelped in pain, and hugged myself tighter, trying to rid my body of this overwhelming pain. I thought about all the horrible memories that I had remembered, the pain in my body, and the anniversary of my parent's death. I began to sob quietly, and gripped my arms trying to get a grip, but I couldn't. I was broken, and I didn't know if I could be fixed.

"Ssshhh it's okay, I know what it feels like" a sweet voice said from beside me, it was Kacy. She gently sat me up, and then hugged me. I didn't know what to do, I had never been hugged by anyone aside from my aunty or my p-p-parents. I broke down completely in front of twenty of my peers. I tried to hide myself by nestling my face into Kacy's shoulder. I couldn't stop crying, and shaking.

"It's okay, your okay, I've got you" Kacy cooed softly in my ear. I began to calm down until the teacher burst through the gym doors.

"What is going on here!" she screamed as she looked at her injured students. 

One with a broken body, and one with broken soul.

I was taken to the nurse's office to be patched up. That kid I almost killed was named Ricky apparently. He was very quiet when the ambulance arrived, and when he was questioned as to what happened he started trembling, and said he'd rather not talk about it. The nurse concluded that I needed to go to the hospital as well on account of my torn and pulled bicep muscles, not to mention I fractured my right forearm. 

4 hours later 

I just got pulled out of my operation to repair my damaged appendages, when my aunty burst through the door to my room.

"Ane are you alright!" she screamed as she hugged me. Unfortunately for me I wasn't able to move my right arm much so she ended up squeezing it in her death hug.

"OW!" I yelped "Aunty my arm!".

She recoiled worry crossed her expression "I'm sorry honey" she paused "what happened?".

I sighed "I'm sorry aunty I tried to control surge, I really tried, but that kid- Ricky kept talking about my parents, and how I was a freak and...". I felt hot tears threatening to spill over.

Aunty hugged me tenderly "It's okay Ane I know it must be hard to hold back that much anger, and hate." she stroked my hair gently "I'm just glad you didn't kill yourself or that boy" she softly argued.

"Aunty I want a doctor to analyze surge" she tensed, but I continued "I know I said that I wouldn't tell anyone, but I can't take it anymore. I can't stand not knowing what this power is and why it's so well powerful" I argued

"Ane... if that's what you want then we will ask a doctor to analyze your abilities" she answered hesitantly, worry clear in her voice.

Aunty and I chatted for a few minutes until the doctor came in. I gave my aunty a knowing look and she nodded affirming that I could spill my decade old secret.

"Son how did you manage to do this-" the doctor gestured to my arms "-to your body" ?

 "Well doc it all started 9 years ago..."

To be continued...

Hey guys RagingZombie here with an extra long chapter of surge. I hope that you enjoyed this little update. You can thank bookwormSarah for the update. She got me to typing and before I knew it I was typing... for 2 hours straight. Your welcome Sarah Bear x3. 

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ECQ (end of chapter question) 

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