Chapter 1: How to freak out a teenager in two easy lessons

Everyone always said I was a special child. I have been told that my birth was special, one hour from start to finish and my mother has said that it was the easiest birth she had ever heard of, she said the she and dad only just made it to the hospital and there I was. The doctors told her that I was the first baby that they knew of that would focus his eyes only moments after birth and did not cry. I am told that I was crawling at three months of age, at five months I was taking my first steps, at eight months I was beginning to talk and before my first birthday I was starting to read.

At five years I went to kindergarten with all of the other children, but did not feel like one of them. While most were learning their ABCs and 123s, I found that I was interested in other things, for example when my dad and mom told me that I was going to go to kindergarten, I asked them what that was and after they explained it, I asked them why it was not just called "school" and they explained that it was a German word that meant basically the same thing, so I asked if I could learn German. Two weeks later my parents got me my first books on a different language, six months later I could speak, read and write in German and after that it was a race to see which language I would learn next and how fast could I learn it.

It seemed that for the first fourteen years of my life I soaked up knowledge like a sponge, I guess that I would have been labeled a geek or a nerd except for the fact that as my mind grew so did my body. I excelled at all sports and it seemed to come as easy as anything else I did, basketball, baseball, football, fencing, track, martial arts and gymnastics, nothing was out of my grasp, in high school I passed up my freshman and sophomore years and started as a junior, that seems to be where everything took a different turn. I had saved all my money from birthdays, odd jobs and my summers of mowing lawns and working for the neighbors, when I turned sixteen I asked my dad if he would buy some stocks for me. He figured that if that was the way I wanted to lose my money then it was my choice, but in the back of his mind he told me later that he had a hunch that I might be on to something as I was always picking up on things that would either grow or flop as I figured it would, so when he bought the stocks I asked him to, he would buy just as much for himself. Sometimes I would let the stocks sit for months on end and never touch them, other times I would only keep them for a few days and then ask my dad to sell them and buy something new.

During this time I was still going out for as many sports as I could and I have joined both the chess and debate teams as well, some of the older kids were friendly, but some were downright hostile over the fact that a "young geek" had pushed them out of the positions they wanted in the sports teams. It came to a head one day after baseball practice, I was picking up the equipment and getting ready to turn it in and shower, when six of the seniors stopped me as I walked past the dugout. Up until now I had never been in a fight as I was always the biggest and fastest in grade school and no one wanted to take me on, but now these six were a bit taller and a bit bigger that I was, so they figured that I was an easy mark for all of them. I asked them what they wanted and one of them (Bill, I think), said "You think your hot stuff coming in here a showing us up, don't ya'?," I looked at him and saw the rest slowly moving to surround me, "No, I just wanted to try my best, if I hurt your feelings then I'm sorry" I said. From the corner of my eye I saw two girls, who had been watching practice, whisper to each other and one of them ran towards the school, while the other took out her cell phone, opened it and pointed it at us. I sensed movement behind me as she screamed "Look out," not knowing what to expect, I dropped down on to my hands and did a mule kick directly behind me. The boy I hit let out a whoosh of air as I kicked him in the solar plexus with both feet and was thrown back about six feet and fell to the ground. His friends all started towards me at the same time, I threw myself to my left rolling and knocked the legs out on two of them on that side causing them to fall flat on their faces, Bill and the two other were tangled in with their fallen friends as I got to my feet, the girl in the stands was screaming for them to leave me alone, but they were not listening to any of it. One of them said "We were just going to rough you up a bit, but now we're going to put some hurt on you." I looked in disbelief as the three still standing reached down to the equipment bag I had dropped and pulled out bats, at this point something in my mind said "it's time to begin the purpose you were born for," everything slowed to a crawl as my mind, body and senses went into over drive, I looked around and saw a bird and it seemed like each of it's wing beats took forever to complete, turning back to my opponents I saw one of them draw his bat back over his shoulder to start his swing and it was the easiest thing ever to step forward and "tap" his funny bone with my fist, and see the beginnings of the pain start to form in his face, losing all feeling in his arm he opened his hand to drop the bat. I side kicked right knee and saw him start to fall as I turned to the next boy in line, he had already began his swing so I jumped into the air and gave him a spinning back kick to the face, watching him drop like a sack of potatoes I then turned to Bill and saw that he was about to connect with the place that I had been, looking at his face I saw that it was just dawning on him what had happened and was trying to make the adjustments necessary to still connect with my head, but was woefully out of place and out of time to do so. Feeling like driving home a point I grabbed the bat in Bill's hands and twisted it out of them, then using the momentum from the swing I altered the arc of the bat so that it would continue on and slam into the side of his head (I didn't hit him, he hit himself officer).

Sensing that the danger was over I dropped out of overdrive and everything sped back up to normal, the girl was still screaming, but stopped abruptly as she saw the six of them laying on the ground around me. Closing her cell phone she started towards me as I noticed the other girl coming from the school with the coach and several security guards, she reached me first and looking first at me then surveyed the guys on the ground in wonder, she then got her voice "I was so worried that they would hurt you, but I guess that I was wrong. Are you OK?" Stopping for a moment I took in her beauty, she was tall for a girl/woman at 5'10," she had the body of an athlete with muscles that were graceful instead of gaudy, her skin the color of cream with freckles in abundance, her breasts were about a full 'B' cup, her hair was the kind of red that you only see in the morning as the sun rises, running all the way to the middle of her back, her eyes were the type of dark green that you only hear about, but never see, her neck put you in mind of Audrey Hepburn, you know; long and sleek, her face reminded me of Grace Kelly (classic beauty). So there I stood like a knot on a log, just staring at her and only hearing this buzz in my ears, finally I came to my senses and asked her name just as the crowd from the school came up to us, her reply was "I'm Andrea, but most folks call me Andy," at this point coach Johnson wanted to know what happened, Andrea pull out her cell phone and showed him that she had taken video of the confrontation, but it stopped just before I pushed into overdrive. The security guards seeing this pulled out several tie-wrap handcuffs and got the boys trussed up like a Sunday chicken, then called the police to come and get them, when they started to wake-up one or two of them tried to tell the coach that it was all my fault, but when Andy showed them that she had it all on video, they shut up except for Bill, who looked at me with death in his eyes and under his breath he said "They can't lock me up forever and when I get out you're a dead man, you might as well kill yourself now and save yourself the pain I'm going to cause you before you die." One of the security guards put his foot on his chest and said "Keep talking asshole and dig yourself a little deeper in the hole, you've just added communicating a threat to the charges of assault with a deadly object, the way your going he will be an old man by the time you see the outside again." I looked on as three police cars pulled up and put all six in the cars, then one (Sgt Brooke) asked the coach and the guards about what had happened, once they told their stories he asked Andy to see the video and she played it again for him, then he asked me to tell my story and I did (at least the edited version), he then told me that I would have to come to the station with my parents to file a complaint, but he figured that unless these guys got total dummies for lawyers, they would plead out in the face of over whelming video evidence and spend a few years in the prison system as each of them would be charged as an adult.