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A woman named Olivia Sparks is recruited by a group of super-powered beings, known as Shifters. Together, they must protect all of time, from being destroyed by an ruthless enemy.


Chapter 1

ACT I

[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.

“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, but no one was there.

“I’m nowhere in your house, however, it is a nice place though,” the voice says.

I then go into my drawer and I pull out my taser.

“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,” the voice says.

I then go the rooftop of my apartment and I see a tall man, with a black trenchcoat on, standing at the edge of the roof.

“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?” I ask the man.

“My name is Kyle Lynch… And I am just like you,” he says to me.

“What do you want with me?” I ask him, as he steps down from the ledge.

“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

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.

The next day I get out of the shower and I hear a knock on my door and I also hear my locks drop to the ground.

“Ms. Harris, we need to ask you a few questions if you don’t mind.”

I then open up the door and I see a man and a woman, dressed in black attire, enter my room.

“Hello Ms. Harris, my name is Eric Bane and this is my friend, Danica Shadows,” says the man.

I then begin to ask them, “Are you CIA, FBI?”

They then 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.

“You must have me mistaken for someone else… I never worked for the CIA,” I say.

Danica then points a gun behind my head.

“No, Maria Harris never did, but Olivia Sparks… She was a CIA prodigy,” she says.

I then hear a voice in my head say, “Stay right where you are, backup is on the way.”

Before I could say anything however, two people just teleported into my apartment and they started to shoot at Eric and Danica.

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

I then jump from the stairwell and onto the floor. I then run out the door and I don’t stop.

[Corona’s POV]

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

“Hardly…” I reply.

We then take cover behind the walls and we begin to get into a firefight with Eric and Danica.

“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.

I then grab Arthur and I begin to slow down time, in order to find Olivia. As bullets are slowly flying past us, I sense Olivia near a park. Me and Arthur then shift over to Olivia’s location.

“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, “Grab my hand…”

She gently grabs it and I then say to her, “This will feel a little weird.”

We then shift to Pier 17 and Olivia begins to feel dizzy.

“I apologize for that, don’t worry, you will feel better if you eat this.”

I then hand her a piece of chocolate and she eats it.

“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 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 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 on my face and he says, “Okay, but this will hurt like a bitch.”

I then 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.

“Okay, this will definitely convince you kid,” Kyle says to me as my eyes close.

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