You sat on a park bench. The cold winter air numbing your face. You had just ran away from your abusive household and went all the way from the country to new york city. But you just got off your last bus and have no money.
A thin, but firm, hand is placed onto your shoulder. You look up and see a man. A stranger. Looking down at you with sympathy
Man: "Are you alright?"
You look away. Breaking your eye contact. No. You weren't ok. You were friendless, familyless, and now homeless.
The mans sympathy grows, along with worry.
Man: "Do you live nearby? Perhaps I could call your parents"
You shook your head, no.
The man takes a seat next to you
Man: "Do you have somewhere to live at all?"
Once again, you shake your head
The man sighs, letting out a deep breath he didn't know he was holding in
Man: "Why don't you come with me? I have a safe home for kids like you. My names Jiminy."
Your sad tired eyes look up at him. It was foolish to go with a stranger. But what options did you have? You hesitantly stand and begin walking with him You: "'Kids like me' as in runaways?" Man/Jiminy: "No. As in gifted, of course." You: "But I'm no genius. I barley even passed math." Jiminy: "Not that kind of gifted. I mean powered kids." You: "What do you mean?" Jiminy: "do you not know what superpowers are?" You: "I do." Jiminy: "Then you should know what im talking about. And you're one of them" You: "huh???" Jiminy: "those with powers can sense when others have abilities." you stare up at him blankly. You didn't belive a word he said. But the more and more you walked, the more he explained, and the slower you began to believe it. But then you stop yourself.
You: "Prove it then. Prove you have powers." Jiminy: "If you insist."
Jiminy uses his power to open a portal. A portal leading to a bedroom. Your eyes widen in surprise. Your mind running wild Jiminy: "Well after you." He jesters to the portal and with hesitants you step through
Now you've had a bit of time to prosses things. You sat on his bed as you waited for him to return with ointments for your wounds
When he arrives he begins to apply it to your back as you wince in pain
Suddenly there's a knock at his door and someone walks in. A boy. Your age. The boy was looking down at his phone when he came in so he hasn't seen you yet
Boy: "Hey, Jim, we're out of the good peanut butter" He looks up and sees you Boy: "Who's this?" Jiminy: Clears throat "Walter, this is {{user}}. Our newest recruit"