My name is George, and I am the fastest man ali- wait what? Sorry, I'm a 'Flash' fanatic, and I got a little bit carried away.
My name is George, and I am ordinary. Yep, no special powers or secrets about me. I'm as normal as you. Yet, for some reason, I was the one chosen... let's start from the beginning.

Life was going perfectly for me. Good job, good pay, good house, and my more than good soon-to-be fiancé, Lea! I couldn't have asked for more, even if I wanted to. Well, apart from getting rid of my girlfriends fear of dogs. That's what I could be rid of. But we'll ignore that...

Unfortunately, my job position gave me quite a lot of money, more than I needed. I was the CEO to one of the biggest, multimillion oil rigs. Due to this reason, thieves all across the state of Washington knew my name. Yes, my name is George, and I live in Washington. It was my parents idea of a cruel joke. Alas, I couldn't leave even if I wanted to. My late fathers business was stuck in Washington, and after his demise, it was handed to his good old friend. At that time, I lived in Vancouver. My mom suddenly called me, ordering me over at that instance because my father was ill. I entered the Vancouver airport that morning, a normal, recently graduated man. I exited the Washington airport a CEO to the oil rig my father founded.My father hadn't lived through the night. Unfortunately, leaving the job for something less... flashy would result in a corrupt businessman taking my place. He would take the place of CEO, and work his way up to being boss through blackmail. I owed it to my father to stop that as long as I lived.

That's why I don't step out of my house much. Not only do the thieves target me, but Bob Wilderman, the corrupt businessman, had thugs ordered to take me out the moment I was seen. Unfortunately, I didn't have the proof, but what other man had the money and desire to do so? The lucky part was that being so secluded, barely anyone knew where I lived. That's why I didn't have people constantly hammering my door, threatening to take me hostage, burn my nerves, and carve me like a pumpkin on Halloween.
So you can see why I was surprised to see a envelope outside my door... I didn't receive that many. I took it on, assuming it was my mother. She, and my dads old friend, who currently was my boss, were the only ones who knew my home location. I pried the cover off, and noticed 2 things. The address read Australia. And the envelope was heavy, with a white colored eagle in a blue background serving as the stamp. It was long distance and it contained more than a letter. At this point I already knew it wasn't my mother nor was it my boss. I shrugged it off, assuming it was someone with the wrong address. A name inside the envelope caught my eye. 'George Price' it read. So it was meant for me. I looked outside the windows to see if there was any stranger waiting for me. The street looked empty, but that mail van looked suspicious, just sitting on the side of the road. Or it could just be my jumpy nerves, playing with paranoia. I quickly pried off the waxed seal, before I could change my mind.

Dear George Price,
We have contacted you because you are one of the Chosen. Our organization has been looking into metas for the past few decades, and our studies lead us to believe you are one of the only live metas to exist. The wallet included in the envelope will hold a few hundred dollars, a plane ticket and a card. You'll know what to do with the card. The ticket it to bring you to our organization in Australia. As for the cash, well it's for you to use for yourself

See you there,
Alfred Donningman

He was right. There was a wallet and a plane ticket, scheduled to depart 3 days from today. I wanted to throw the envelope in the trash so bad, but the word meta intrigued me. With a sigh, I went to my bedroom to pack.

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Soon after I was done, my girlfriend came home and discovered my bags. Let's just say there was an overreaction in which she thought I was dumping her. Why would I dump her, she's perfect! I explained what was going on and she seemed to take it really well, even agreeing that I should go check it out.

And that's how I found myself in Australia, at the address on the card, staring up at a gazillion-floor building. Ok maybe not a gazillion, but this building was huge. I walked in and was immediately greeted with a smile from the porter waiting for new visitors. I showed him my card, asking what it was for, and his smile faded. He gave me a solemn nod and took off. Slight annoyance burst through me. I had to carry my own bags?! I picked them up, muttering under my breath, and followed him. He took me to a small room nearby. It had only two doors: the one I entered through, and another one right in front of me. The porter handed me a note and walked out.
Walk through the door ahead of you and enter the lift
Alfred
I crumpled up the note and put it in my pocket. Something about this seemed very escape prank room themed. I half expected someone to jump out and scare me half to death.

After standing for 30 seconds, with no random person in a skeleton costume jumping out and calling me an idiot, which would have resulted me to run out of there screaming, I cautiously opened the door. I was NOT expecting 5 other people to swivel their head and stare at me. It did add to my suspicion of being pranked by some rich kid. However, they all raised cards, ones that looked like the one I was holding. 'Yeah kid, it seems we're all metas. I assume that means we got some crazy powers or something' a rough looking man said in a thick Spanish accent. I nodded, unable to make my mouth work. The elevator that I somehow managed to overlook saved me from that, giving an attention-seeking ding! All of us turned to look at the opening elevator, which held one bald man. He looked rich, just not a kid. I still hadn't erased the suspicion from my mind yet. 'You all are metas. It's time you learnt what that means' he said in a wheezy voice. 'We know what that means. We just wanna get this over with, so why don't you speed this up old man' a black-haired girl with red highlights said. 'My name is Dr Alfred. I think it was you that got my letter' he pointed at me. I nodded my head again, then realized the others would start thinking that I was unable to talk, so I cleared my throat and gave a deep, hearty 'yes'. Well, attempted to. It came out more as a squeak. Spanish accent guy snickered. I ignored him and put on a confident face. 'Well you're not gonna stand there all day are you? Come on in!' Alfred told us. We all piled in, and Alfred pressed the highest button. Halfway there, my suspicions were proved, just not in the way I expected. 'I bet you're all wondering why I called you here' Alfred broke the silence and pushed the emergency stop button. 'Yes, you all are metas, but I'm not a scientist that discovered you. I'm more of the human side soldier that's going to sacrifice himself to rid the world of you freaks of nature' Alfred smirked, and pushed a small lever near the buttons. Immediately, the floor opened up beneath us, and we fell into the elevator shaft. Unfortunately, we were too high up to survive. Millions of thoughts ran across my head. The most recurring was Lea. I never even gave her my vows! I'd been working on them for so long, and now she'd never hear them from my mouth. The ground howled closer, and I gave one last prayer for Lea.

I bolted upright, sweating even in the cold. I looked around frantically, and breathed out a sigh of relief. I was in bed, Lea sleeping right next to me. It was just a nightmare. I checked the time, and realized it was already morning. I got up out of bed, and went outside. Even though I rarely got mail, I still went and checked. I pulled open the door, and froze. In front of me lay an envelope. What scared me was the white colored eagle in a blue background stamp.

'I know I'm a meta' I told the envelope like it could hear me. 'How else would you explain this ?' I smirked and snapped my fingers. A ball of fire appeared above my palm, fueled by the powers I had kept hidden my entire life.