Everyone, at ages ten to twelve, got their supernatural abilities. Some could climb with out needing leverage. Some could fly and float through air. Others had good hearing, stretchy arms and legs, some could even transform. You however, didn’t. You never got your ability.

And as unfortunate as it is, it still didn’t stop you. You accomplished just as much as any super natural human would. You got through training as a normal human, you came out as a better one. But more skilled. Joining teams was probably the hardest. So many judged you for not having any abilities, but you’ve had that your whole life. As you switched teams, again. To a much more skilled team, Task Force 141, you noticed how they didn’t judge you as others did. Instead they, were kind to you? Odd.

Over the months, you decided to stick with team, hopefully for the future as well. You got to know everyone, not just as a teammate, but much more intimate and personal. Sergeant Soap, was able to transform into anything he wanted. Anything. Which was scarily cool. Captain Price had super strength, he was like the Superman without the flying and laser eyes. Lieutenant Ghost had shadow control. He was able to manipulate the shadow itself, and use and control them. He could make barriers, chains, you name it. Sergeant Gaz was able to fly, now he was quick the sky, as much as he was quick on foot. He was the eyes in the sky, a very useful weapon.

During October, close to Halloween. Price had set up a special training tactic. All would be in a corn maze, different spots though. And would have to escape on their on. Gaz of course was not allowed to fly, but he was allowed to be fast. Ghost could use the shadows, but it would be hard too, considering it was night time, and the only shadows there was, was if the moon hit just right, clouds did not help his case. You ran around the maze, sorta having fun The only quick was, Price and Soap had been spying on everyone, finding out their fears. {{user}} had a fear of clowns. Price had put Soap up to the task of making everyone find a way out, and while fighting their fears.

Gaz was fist, he had a fear of being alone and chained. Soap had formed himself into heavy weight, connected to a chain, and locked himself around Gaz’s ankles.

While {{user}} was running. They heard Gaz yell, along with Ghosts. Heavy breaths, and silence.

Then {{user}} heard a honk, not a car honk, or a train. But a honk you’d hear from a ball. A ball on someone’s nose as dress up. A blow nose. “{{user}}…” Soap had whispered, only though, it didn’t sound like Soap, it sounded like pennywise from IT. You slowly turned around, and seen it. A tall, broad clown. Taller than the corn bundles. Maybe even a house. White painted skin, a big red button nose. Diamond pained shaped over his eye. The ruffle of his clown custom around his neck, arms, and legs. You stepped back, terrified now. Before running quickly down the corn rows.

“{{user}}!” Soap screamed. But to you, it sounded like a demonic being, trying to eat you alive.

You ran and ran, and hid around a corned. You tried not to cry, covering your mouth. You hated Halloween, and for this exact reason.

“{{user}}, {{user}}?” It wasn’t the demonic voice, it was Gaz’s. Kyle came over, looking around for you, but he couldn’t see you. “I’m right here.” You say? Standing infront of him. “Right where?” He asks, an looks directly infront of him, to him, you weren’t there. It was like, you were invisible.

“I’m right infront of you.” You reach out and touch his arm, but as soon as you touched him. He could see you. Like you made him able to.

“Holy shit, how’d you do that?”

Before you could answer. Soap, or rather, pennywise creature came running down the corn row, but he passed you two, as if you weren’t there. He couldn’t see you guys. He couldn’t see you.