Nex Gen United We Stand Chapter One

By Jimi Alan

Three weeks after, Shiloh McKenzie had rampaged across New York Island. The city had started to be repaired. With the rampage still fresh in the civilian’s minds, Sue Leroy decided to prepare DINA’s new team of non-heroes. She has high hopes for her new recruits. Find out what the team’s up to since they became active.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Jimi Alan
• Release date: Jul 3, 2020
• ISBN: 9781005897949

Jimi Alan

Jimi Alan is from Canada. He was raised in a small town called Trinity. During a rough time in Jimi's life, he used writing as a creative outlet. He expressed himself in many ways, which also includes painting.In his mid-teen, he moved from the Trinity, Newfoundland to a small town in Nova Scotia. At the age of eighteen, Jimi finished high school in Liverpool, Nova Scotia. After high school, he moved to the capital of Nova Scotia to start college.Jimi went to several colleges in Halifax. He studied game animation and character design at the Centre for Arts and Technology. Afterwards, he went to the local community college, where he studied story development. Jimi is the author of The Boy who Woke and Uncovered.

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NEX:GEN

United We Stand

CHAPTER ONE

JIMI ALAN

NEX:GEN

United We Stand

CHAPTER ONE

JIMI ALAN

This is a work of fiction. All the characters, organizations, and events portrayed in this novel are either the products of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously.

NEX:GEN United We Stand Chapter One. Copyright © 2020 by Jimi Alan. All rights reserved. Printed in Canada and the United States of America.

Design by Alan G Brown.

SUMMARY

Three weeks after, Shiloh McKenzie had rampaged across New York Island. The city had started to be repaired. With the rampage still fresh in the civilian’s minds, Sue Leroy decided to prepare DINA’s new team of non-heroes. She has high hopes for her new recruits. Find out what the team’s up to since they became active.

Chapter One

Jimi Leroy

Standing in the living room, Jimi looked out at the city. He knew the sight was breathtaking to people who could see. For him, the sight was a white light of nothingness before him. Jimi reached his hand up from his side. He held his hand towards the glass window before him. He felt his hand touch onto the glass.

Jimi felt the coldness of the glass on her fingertips. He took a deep breath in. Focusing on the wind rippling down from the top of the tower. Jimi gripped onto the breeze. He felt the breeze slithering down over the window towards the street below. He kept a hold of the breeze as it drifted down to the street.

The breeze went rushing down the street. Jimi kept his focus onto the breeze, as it twisted and pulled down the street. He felt the breeze going over the cars and people flooding the street. His eyes widened as the breeze took a quick turn. Jimi knew where the breeze was going. He felt the breeze climbing up a tower towards the sky. He felt the broken winds and metal framing from the fight weeks before.

Moving his hand away from the window, Jimi lost his connection to the breeze. His fingertips moved towards his side. He had an idea of where the breeze was going. But a part of him wanted to move on.

Taking a deep breath in, Jimi took a step in. He headed away from the window. He heard the sound of his mother in the other room. The sound of metal rang in his ears. Jimi knew she was putting the dishes away.

Walking across the living room, Jimi moved his hands around. He felt small sparks of the air slithering past his body. The air flowed into the room from small cracks between the glass. Jimi knew a normal person would not be able to feel the air on their skin. He felt his mind drifting away from his body. He connected with the air in the room. Jimi felt the air slithering over the sofa. He knew how far away the sofa was from his body.

Taking a step away from the sofa, he felt the air on his fingertips. The air danced around the room. Jimi headed over towards the kitchen. He made his way past the sofa towards the room. He knew where every piece of furniture was in the room. Jimi made the air in the room pull towards him. He looked at the kitchen island his mother stood behind.

Jimi’s mother stirred her tea with a small black stick. Are you ready for school today?

I think so. He wondered. But I don’t think they're ready for me.

Taking a step towards a stool by the kitchen island, Jimi saw his mother. The air drifted over the kitchen island and up his mother’s shoulders. He felt the air drift over her hands. The air slithered over the cup in his mother’s hands. She lifted the stirring stick away from the cup. Her hand moved the stick towards the kitchen counter behind her.

Jimi felt a chill go down his spine. He knew his connection with the air was lost. He had not felt the air move quickly as before.

A smile went across his face as his hands touched the surface of the kitchen island. Is everything ready?

Yes. His mother lifted her hand away from the kitchen counter. I have a meeting this afternoon with the board. She reminded him of her side of their plan. To go over the cost of the project. Her fingertips touched the edge of her cup. It’s going to require a lot of funds to pull off.

I understand. Jimi let a sigh slither over his lips. It’s a nice dream, right?

His mother seemed upset. Yea.

Jimi took up from the stool. He moved his hand along the edge of the kitchen island. A smile went across his face. Jimi headed out of the kitchen. He kept his fingertips drifting out from his side. He felt his fingertips touch the wall beside him as he walked.

Walking out of the kitchen, Jimi headed towards the entrance to their apartment. He had gotten used to how the furniture was laid out in the apartment. Trying to remember how many steps he took, Jimi made a smile go across his face. He kept his hand to his side.

Reaching the front door, Jimi rose his hand from his side. He felt his fingertips touch the cold metal handle of the door to their apartment. He took a deep breath in. Jimi twisted the metal door handle to his mother’s apartment. He tugged his hand on the door.

Taking a step, Jimi walked around the door. He was careful not to slam into its side. He walked out of the apartment into the elevator lobby. The door slid close behind him. Jimi heard a soft sound of the door locking. He knew the automated system was functioning properly.

Walking on the floor, Jimi approached the elevator. He raised his hand towards the button on the wall before him. His fingers touched onto the button. Jimi raised his head. He lifted his hand away from the wall on the button.

The button has a light, which shined around its metal edge. Jimi took a deep breath in. He waited patiently for the elevator to reach the floor. His mind raced with many thoughts. Jimi knew he would be able to see Clay at the school. He was nervous about seeing him again.

Looking over his shoulder, he felt someone else in the elevator lobby. Jimi lowered his head down towards the floor. He felt a breeze slithering over the back of his neck. He wondered if the person knew they breathed heavily.

Hi there. Jimi kept his eyes towards the elevator. What’s your name?

He heard the breathing stop. Jimi knew the person was pretending to be shy. He wondered why someone was on his floor. He wondered if the person was deaf.

Fine. Jimi sighed.