STEPH, The Teleporter

[Hey guys! I found out that I was specially-different on the same day Helen found hers. 😉😜 Let's goooooo!!!]

(The Same) Few years ago and few hours later

When Helen found out that she could see other Invisibles while they couldn't identify her as one of them, we were confused.

Doubt Number 1: How did this happen?

Doubt Number 2:  After so many years of living as specially powered girls, how come she realized it that day?

Our second doubt got cleared after many investigations from friends and surfing the Net, that there weren't many Ability Inheritors around the world like James, and this only continued in generations. 

It first began in an apocalypse when a brave man fought a villain to protect a special stone his forefathers had given their lives to protect. 

The battle worsened between the young man and the evil man when he had to stop the latter from putting the stone into a barrel filled with some bubbling liquid and would kill the people who lived within a few radius. The battle only ended when both of them killed each other.

When that stone, "The Wizard's Heart", [We found its name later, a rare stone which was put in a tank full of water, and the water was used to cure incurable diseases!] fell on a stone and got cracked, it caused a huge disaster and its sparks attacked a few people who were watching this fight. 

Fortunately they didn't die, instead they glowed in different colours and inherited special powers. Those abilities were transmitted only to their offspring or through blood transfusions (like how James gave it to us).

This happened centuries ago. Scientists conducted vast number of experiments on how to get rid of the powers from the humans, how to multiply the power, how to blend different powers, how to control, etc. 

Most of the Inheritors use their Abilities in a wise and good manner while a few use them in cruel and bad ways. Luckily (or unluckily) not all their descendants got their powers; only some. According to science, and Imaginary-Scientist-Miss-Helena, it had to do something with a unique combination of codons in genes and their ratios.

[I'll not go in detail about the scientific stuff, because I don't know about them myself. I hate science while Helen loves it and Lisa only likes the mathematical parts. I originally don't like anything that has to do with the brain. I wish to keep my brain from getting rusted and to preserve it for my sanity.]

This was the reason for why there weren't many witches and wizards as the normal people liked to call us, roaming the world.

And the answer to the first doubt, after consulting with James, was that we had his 'special' blood running in our bloodstream; 'special' because he had all three abilities inherited from his parents. And his line was a pure one where his grandparents and great-grandparents and great-great-grandparents were all having their own powers, causing him to get a multiple of the unique gene/codon. (I didn't know what a 'pure line' meant until he explained about his ancestors. I only know clothes line.) 

And, that's why we could see other people and identify them as our Ability-Brothers/Sisters.

[Please forgive me for the detailed stuffs. I want to have the microphone for the longest time since Helen and Lisa had their share. So I am gibbering and blabbering gibberish and rubbish. As I hate to anger my readers, I\ll continue with the story!]

After a tiring day at the beach we arrived at the Pizza Palace, and sat around a table for three, in a corner and went through the menu.

A few minutes later, a waiter with the apron of 'Pizza Palace' appeared at our table and noted down our orders. I was so immersed in the menu with different styles of pizza and baked breads that I didn't even look at him and just mentioned the pizza I liked after Lisa and Helen told theirs.

He then arrived a bit later with our dishes and cokes. I looked at him and a yelp escaped my lips. He didn't have legs. [I mean it, guys. He was legless and was walking around the table placing the platters, legless, but was walking!] 

He was of dark skin, average build and should be in his mid-thirties, with his honey coloured hair and grey eyes. His smile was sweet which made him look hot and would definitely make girls fall for him; but minus the legs.

I had to cover my yelp with a pretend-cough when he and my friends turned their gazes on me. I gulped down some water when he smiled at me and left.

I turned to my friends. "Didn't you notice anything different? Did you see his legs? He didn't have legs. Is he a ghost? Did you see him actually?"

"We saw him." Helen laughed.

Lisa laughed too. "And he's hot!"

I groaned. "Did you see his legs?" 

"Yes, Stupid-Stephid! He has legs with a black trousers and loafers in his feet. Wash your eyes for a clear view. Maybe you were blinded by his handsomeness." Helen retorted.

"Guys, this is serious. Let me call him back and actually see him. Maybe you both were blinded." I rang the bell on the table.

"He's coming." Helen whispered. The same man arrived from behind me, again legless. I was seated in the opposite side my back to the kitchen and I couldn't see him coming from or going in. 

"Can we have some chips too, please? We forgot them."

"Yes, please. How would you like them?"

"With extra spice, less salt and more butter."

"Sure." He left.

I turned back with eyebrows raised, "Well?"

"Still yes." They huffed. 

"Then let me test if he can see mine." I took Lisa's car key in my hand and started groaning when he came back with chips in hand.

I pulled up my right leg and placed it on my left thigh. "Oh these shoes are so tight." I unbuckled the straps.

When he was placing the final chips bucket, I dropped the key, pretending it to be accidental. My friends also pretended to be in deep talk with each other stealing glances at us.

I slowly put my leg down and before I could bend to pick the car key, which I purposely took a long time because I had to pretend that my legs were hurting, the hot-and-legless-waiter, bent down and grabbed the keys in his fingers.

He placed it on the table and his eyes went to my crossed legs and heels. Could he see my legs?

I was wearing denim shorts that day. "Thanks a lot."

"My pleasure. And your legs make the heels look nice too." He whispered.

I couldn't help but blush at his words. I buckled the heel and put my leg down watching him looking at my leg. "Th-thank you. You look ho-" I stop myself, "uh-good too." I again glanced at his not-there-legs. 

Watching the exchange, seeing my blush and hearing the stammer in my words, my FFs (foolish friends) whistled.

The man left us with a cute grin on his face. I watched him leave turning my head behind to my astonishment, he looked to his left and right when he reached the kitchen and POOF he disappeared. 

With wide eyes, I saw him reappearing with two platters in each hand and walked to the table next to the counter. I quickly turned my head and saw my Lisa's eyes and jaw open wide too. 

We looked at Helen who was oblivious to what was happening and was pulling a pizza slice upwards to see how far the cheese would be dragged.

"Helen!"

The cheese snapped and she glared at me. "What?"

"He's a Teleporter." Lisa stated. 

"What?" She repeated, the slice halfway to her mouth. 

"And maybe that's why I couldn't see his legs?" I asked them. 

"Are you sure? Did he see yours?"

"Yes, Lisa. He could see my legs. I'm specially-different too. Like Helen!"

"So you see your fellow Teleporters legless and I can see their hair having a glow?"

I nodded and Lisa smiled. "You will find your fellow-SS too. I'm sure."

"SS for Shape Shifters," Lisa grinned and we all giggled.

(My friends get along with my abbreviations. I'm proud of them.)

We then spoke about random stuff and commented on all the pizzas shown in the menu book as we had our bellies filled with a mixture of pizza, coke, chips and laughter. 

Before leaving we placed the cash with the bill inside the book and I secretly left some tips for my fellow hottie Teleporter.

[And, my dearies, this is the end of our flashbacks and let's return back to where we left. And, it's my turn to narrate the story on what happened before we were pulled from Tara's case and had to delve into the flashbacks. So you'll be hearing my voice in the next chapter too. 😈😁😆 Congratulations, Readers. I'm with you in the next part of the book.]