[Olivia POV]

Time... The one thing that is sometimes everlasting and sometimes short. All of your memories and life changing moments happen through time, the day you were born, the day you had your first birthday party, your first day of school, your wedding day and your death. All of this happens through the flow of time.

Now, what if you could change history, have the power to change a specific event, to manipulate space and time to your bidding? Well I found that I could do that, as I got older... But that comes later.

My name is Olivia Sparks. I was born in Australia and raised here in America, and in case you are wondering, I am a duel citizen. I had a British father and an Australian mother. The reason I said "had", is because both of my parents were murdered when I was little.

I was orphaned and brought into a foster home, when I was 10. By the time I turned 18, I discovered that I had powers, time powers of some kind. I can rewind, speed up or slow down the space time continuum, I can even stop time dead in it's tracks.

When I went to college, I discovered that more powers laid within me. Telepathy, teleportation, enhanced reflexes. I had to keep my abilities hidden throughout the duration of my years at Princeton, over the fear that I might cause damage to something, or someone.

After graduating from Princeton University, I enlisted in the special forces, for 2 years. I then joined the CIA at the young age of 25. I had that job for 3 years, until I suddenly lost control of my powers and accidentally killed a fellow agent.

After that horrific incident, I went into seclusion by going off the grid. I wondered if I was the only one in this world, the only one who was... Different. I've also noticed, that my powers make me age very slowly. I still look like a young woman who just started college. I don't know why I have these powers, but I have a feeling that it is for a reason.

I managed to find work under an alias name, Maria Harris. I was working at a local garbage factory in East Compton, California, real down and dirty stuff. While working, I did my best to hide my powers, to avoid any suspicion. Every time I walk home, I keep looking over my shoulder, hoping that a CIA agent is not following my every move.

My home is a small apartment. To avoid people breaking in, I padlock my door with multiple locks. I usually take long showers and I think about my dead parents. Birthdays, Thanksgiving dinners, Christmas mornings, every memory I have of them, brings me to tears. Their death was like a living nightmare for me. I joined the CIA partially to find my parents killers, but ever since I lost control of my mysterious powers, that plan went south.

6 months have passed, and I just came back from a 5 hour shift and I begin to do my daily routine. Suddenly, I start to hear a manly voice in my head call out to me. The voice sounded so calm, like a river stream, but it spoke with powerful confidence.

"Olivia Sparks, I know you can hear me," the voice said to me.

I try to find out where the voice is coming from, I begin to check every area of my apartment, from room to room, but no one was there.

"I'm nowhere in your house, however, it is a nice place though, very roomy!" The voice says.

I then go into my drawer and I pull out my taser, prepared to defend myself.

"You won't be needing that, I mean you no harm," the voice says.

I then put down the taser and I still wonder where the voice is coming from.

"Come onto the roof, I am waiting for you there. Don't be shy," the voice says.

I then go the rooftop of my apartment, by way of the window and I bear witness to a tall man, 6"5 I believe to be so, with a black trenchcoat on, standing at the edge of the roof. Doesn't he knew that it is very dangerous to stand there?

"Olivia Sparks, 4.0 high school graduate, graduated Summa Cum Laude from Princeton University, former Special Forces operative and CIA agent. Quite the resume Ms. Sparks," says the man in black.

"Who are you? And how do you know my name?" I question the man. I hope you are not a CIA agent.

"My name is Kyle Lynch... And I am just like you, very much like you" he says to me.

"What do you want with me?" I ask him, as he steps down from the ledge, thank god!

"Well, I am simply here to tell you, that you are destined for something greater than what you are settling for now," he says to me very calmly.

"If you want to find out more about your powers and heritage, meet me at the waterfront warehouse on pier 17, I will give you all the answers you need to know," says Kyle, while staring into my eyes.

Kyle then steps back, onto the ledge of the apartment building and he falls backwards off of it.

I then rush over towards the ledge and I see no one there. Did he vanish into thin air? And what did he mean, when he said he was "just like me?" I guess I have to take Kyle up on his offer, he may have the answers that I am looking for, maybe...

The next day, I felt in need of a hot shower after what happened last night, as the heated water gently attacks my skin, I think about the image of my parents at Christmas time. Words cannot describe how much I miss them, I'd give anything to have them back in my life.

A knock then makes it way through the halls of my apartment, I was a little startled by it, being lost in my own world after all. After I step out of the shower and dry myself off, I take a pair of black jeans, along with a tan colored shirt and a black leather jacket, and I slip them on.

Walking up to the door, I notice that my locks were somehow picked apart. Those locks were reinforced steel, how the hell did they just come apart.

"Ms. Harris, we need to ask you a few questions if you don't mind," says a voice reminiscent of a female. My heart starts beating fast, knowing the familiarity of those words.

"Shit! The CIA must have sent some guys to look for me!" I think to myself.

I crack open the door, my heart still beating fast, as if a drum was being pounced on. A man and a woman stand in front of my door, dressed in garbs of black. They don't look like CIA agents, but I can't be too sure.

"Hello Ms. Harris, my name is Eric Bane and this is my friend, Danica Shadows," says the man, staring daggers into my eyes. He could probably tell that I am nervous as a kid, on stage at a talent show. I could feel the sweat dripping from my face.

I then nervously begin to ask them, "Are you CIA? FBI?"

As they begin to search my apartment and Eric says, "No, we are not with the government of any kind... But you were."

I then begin to have a confused look on my face, as if they knew who I was. Wait a minute, what if they do? Crap, I'm in trouble!

"You must have me mistaken for someone else... I never worked for the CIA." I say, trying to get out of this conversation, for my own good.

Danica points a gun behind my head, I can literally hear the bullet being cocked into the chamber of the gun, knowing the next bullet, would cause my death.

"No, Maria Harris never did, but Olivia Sparks... She was a CIA prodigy," she says, with sinister conviction in her voice.

I then hear a voice in my head say, "Stay right where you are, backup is on the way." What the actual fuck is happening to me?

Before I could say anything however, two random people magically teleported into my apartment and they started to shoot at Eric and Danica. What did I smoke yesterday, this feels like a bad dream!

"Olivia, get out of here!" Says the woman on the left.

As the shooting continues in my apartment, I rush over to the stairwell, dodging bullets as they pass by me. Not having the patience to go down the stairs, I jump over the railing and I land hard on the first floor. Getting up was a pain, but I had to get out of there.

[Corona's POV]

"Just like old times huh?" My friend Arthur says to me.

"Hardly..." I reply with a growl in my voice.

We take cover behind the walls, hiding from the bullets that were flying all across the room. I reload my gun, while Arthur lays down some cover fire.

"We need to get to Olivia now!" I say to Arthur.

"I can't believe that Kyle has us risking our lives, to save some girl!" Says Arthur brazenly.

I then grab Arthur by his shoulder, slowing down time to a snails crawl. Using my Shifter Vision, I get a lock on Olivia, running  to the east of here.

"She's moving towards a park, five blocks east," I tell Arthur.

"Well, let's get going woman! We're not getting paid by the hour, you know!" Arthur says sarcastically.

I grab Arthur by his shoulder, while bullets fly past us, slower than a sloth scaling a tree. I close my eyes, feeling the energy swirl in my body.

Me and Arthur disappear in a swirling radial vortex, appearing in front of Olivia, as she makes it to the park. I can see that she is a little hysterical about this ordeal

"Get out of my way!" Says Olivia.

"At ease Olivia, we are with Kyle Lynch, my name is Corona Epps, this is Arthur Snow, we came here to make sure you were okay."

Olivia then calms down and she asks me, "Who the hell are you people?"

Arthur then says to her, "I know you have a lot of questions, we can give you the answers."

Olivia then asks us, "Pier 17, will you take me there?"

I then reply by saying, "Grab my hand..."

She gently grabs it, still feeling a little uneasy. I then say to her, "This will feel a little weird."

We then shift to Pier 17 and Olivia begins to feel dizzy. Feeling like she is about to throw up.

"I apologize for that, don't worry, you will feel better if you eat this."

I then hand her a piece of chocolate, milk chocolate that is. Milk chocolate has a better taste flavor.

"What we are going to offer is the truth, nothing more." I tell her.

I then take her into the warehouse and we go into our home base.

[Olivia's POV]

Their Warehouse is full of technology, weapons and training areas, unlike anything I have ever seen before.

"Welcome, Welcome, Welcome. I'm glad you could make it. This is our humble home, we hide away from prying eyes while we conduct our operations." Kyle says to me.

"Operations? Are you guys some sort of government operation?" I ask with confusion in my voice.

"No we prefer public do gooders." Arthur says to me.

"First of all, I would like to know why I am here?"

Kyle then answers my question, without hesitation by saying, "You are here because the world as you know it, is in grave danger. There are people out there who want to destroy time as we know it."

I then shake my head in disbelief and say, "No, this is all too strange, I'm going to need a little more convincing in order to believe you."

Kyle then places his hand gently on my face, just what is he doing?

"Okay, but this will hurt like a bitch."

Suddenly, I feel a ringing sensation in my head, that is like getting struck with a billion needles, over and over. After the ringing stops, I collapse on the floor, like a heart attack victim.

"Okay, this will definitely convince you kid." Kyle says to me as my eyes close, drifting off to a deep sleep.