June answered the door "Hello can I help you?" a tall man stood in front of the door. "I Mister Buckmen, Charles Buckmen. Is this the residence of a Miss Tyler Michelle Foster?" his voice sounded like someone turned the bass way up. "Who's asking?" I added as I came down the stairs. This can't one of my parents, one his as tall as an elephant and as black as night, as far as I knew I was your "average" white teenage "girl". "I'm sorry I was addressing the wrong person." he then clicked his fingers and June, Dustin, and Mark disappeared. "Humanity needs to learn it's place." he removed his right glove and placed it in his pocket. "Before you ask, they are fine, we are the ones that moved." he sat in a layzboy next to the coffee table. "We moved?" "Yes, this is the nexus, a place between reality and fiction. Here our powers are endless that is if you know how to use them." he glared at me. "Your powers are not to be played with Tyler though I do say you make a much more fitting girl then guy." he smiled. "How'd you?" "Easy I to can control reality. You didn't think you were the only one. You are what is known as a Manipulator. Reality bends to your will, but there is a catch, it doesn't affect everything." I sat beside him and asked "Like what?" "For starters, other Manipulators like myself can see through your manipulations. Also many animals cannot be affected like Sam here." thats when Sam caught my eye. "Sammy" when he heard me call he waddled over and sat on the floor next to me. "Third, you can only manipulate so much. Every time you change reality weakens ever so slightly around they people you manipulate until they to gain the ability." I listen very carefully as he explained. "So is that how I got mine, someone used theirs around me?." "No, you are a natural manipulator one born with the gift, unnatural manipulators tend to have less control and their manipulations backfire." he continued explaining the manipulators and their codes and what not and then I asked "So how many of us are there?" he scratched his head. "I'd estimate about twenty natural manipulators and as many as six or seven unnatural ones that haven't manipulated themselves out of existence." 'Why so few?' I asked myself. "Simple, our purpose is balance for everyone thinks that reality cannot be manipulated reality is reality, but if that was true then reality goes against it's own rules nothings perfect or orderly. We are Controlled Chaos, legion of the unorthodox and surreal." "Nice motto." "thank you" "So what does Controlled Chaos want with me?" he sat up and returned his glove to his hand. "To ask you to either join our side or refrain from using your abilities or life just might take a turn for the worst for you Miss Foster." "Well now thats a choice, join a league of Chaos or bend reality at my own free will, I'll take the free will." he sighed "Suit yourself, you will hear from us at a later date, then judgment will be passed." "I do think it's time you left" "Indeed it is. Please reconsider my offer Miss Foster, it would be in your best interest." I laughed "Why is it all crazed not jobs say that. You are going to force me to join you little club or else..." "Silence!" his voice shook the house. "It's one thing to disagree with our methods but its another to belittle them. I see no need to return but policy is policy. In two days time I will return to see if your worth saving, good day!" with that he snapped his fingers and in a flash he was gone. "Tyler, the foods getting cold." "I'll be right there mom" this wasn't good.