The Outsider

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The Outsider

Note: The year of this story is unknown and doesn't need to be known. It could be 889BC or 2000 years in the future.

Jay Outsbridge, live an ordinary life. He attended school regularly and always got good grades. Jay, had a small group of friends who always looked out for him when he was in a rough patch. But for some reason they never had that aura to them that Jay had..

Jay saw lights. Not like lampshades, or bulbs.. Just random patches of light floating in the air. Different shapes, different sizes, different colours, different tones. Of a young age he learnt that these lights where not normal for someone to be saying, as he'd say "That's a cool coloured blue light over there, Martin." And Martin wouldn't have a clue what he's on about! Jay realised that he lost many friends this way, and up until the age of 14 he blanked them out. Never spoke of them.

One day Jay was sitting in his room. It was the 20th of august and half way through the summer holidays. He was looking at the lights that were currently in his room (which change all the time as they randomly float through walls) Jay moved his hand toward a rectangular yellow light and imagined he could move it to a square green light. As he closed one eye and lined his other eye up with the side of the rectangle he realised that if he focused hard enough then it would move on his command! When he bought two shapes together they glowed hard and then fused together. Jay had a lot of fun playing with the colours and simply sat there fusing two, three, four, five shapes together to create a big black light! Jay was just scraping up the last of the lights to add to his shape, when the light became round. Perfectly round. The edges of it curved inward to make a 3D effect and Jay could hear the sound of rushing wind in a hurricane and then.... Blackness.
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Jay woke up with police tape all over his room. Police torches and finger print kits where laid out across his bedside cabinet and window sill. Jay rushed downstairs to find his mother crying at the dinner table of which they'd only eaten their Chinese take-away on the evening before. He'd never really got on with my mother. He'd always gone to football with his dad or gone snooker with him. Never really did anything with her. But as she heard Jay coming she put her arms around him and hugged him as if he were about to ...

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