Isaac Holt

Isaac Holt is one of the lucky few to enter this prestigious academy. His powers manifested a few years ago, but he tried to keep them quiet to avoid unwanted attention. This came to an abrupt end when he used his powers in public to save himself from a rampaging brawl between a superhero and a supervillain. His unique powers drew much attention, far too much for his liking, but ultimately landing an offer to attend Winchester Academy on a full ride scholarship. Having just turned 18, this will be a new chapter in his, until now, boring life.

A somewhat old and rather plain looking black sedan began to drive away from him, with three sets of hands waving out if the open windows. "Goodby, honey! We love you! Stay out of trouble! We will see you for Thanksgiving!" His stepmother shouted her goodbyes from out of the passenger window, her head sticking out and the wind blowing her hair around. His step-family was the only family Isaac ever knew, adopting him when we was just a baby. Often he wondered if his birth parents were super, or if they abandoned him because they somehow knew that he was. He hoped to find out one day, but for now, he was met with the grand view of Winchester Academy... asphalt. A sudden impact from the back had pushed him forward, but, unfortunately for Isaac, his luggage was at his feet, causing him to trip over it without any hope of steadying himself. Winchester Academy asphalt was his first friend here.

A brief shout escapes his lips as he fell, unable to stop himself. Crashing onto the pavement hurt, scuffing his hands and face as he hit. The pain pulse through his upper body, but it was not as bad as the sheer embarrassment he felt. Just then, the sound of mocking laughter filled his ears, causing him to look up in time to see some large jock in a letter man jacket laughing at him, walking backwards so he can point at Isaac as he continued on his path.

That jerk must have pushed me! I will show him... Isaac seethed, embarrassed and injured as soon as he arrived here. All hopes of a new start in a new place seemed to vanish in an instant. This bully may be the normal student here, although Isaac wished it were not the case.

His anger filled his mind, focused on humiliating this brute in retaliation. Isaac was still somewhat new to his powers, since he tried to not use them in public as a way to remain anonymous. Due to this, he could not react in time to save himself from this moment, but he did have one trick up his sleeve that would not draw much attention, and this was the perfect time to use it. He focused on the backpedaling feet of the bully, and used his powers, without using his own hands, to slow down the jock's feet, causing him to quickly lose balance and fall backwards onto the ground with a very audible THUD. Laughter erupted from the nearby students as he received his just desserts. While this assumed Isaac to no end, it infuriated the big bully, as one might expect.

"RRRAAGGHH!!" shouted the fallen, obviously angry at the mocking laughter. He slammed his fists down on the ground, shattering the concrete and causing a minor rumble in the ground! Small caters were left where his hands impacted the solid ground! Clearly not expected by any student, the small crowd that was gathered around the minor spectacle immediately scattered, some screaming in surprise, while others walked or ran away. "WHO DID THAT??" he shouted again as he rapidly jumped to his feet. "WAS IT YOU, YOU LITTLE RAT?? I WILL CRUSH YOU!!"

Slowly getting off the ground, and brushing the debris off of himself, Isaac did not realize that this maniac was shouting at him. That is, until thundering stomps grew louder as this guy charged at him, still shouting his threats. Reality hit him like a truck, as the jock grabbed Isaac by the shirt and lifted him six inches from the ground! He had to think and act fast, or his face would be broken like the concrete in the distance. "WAIT! STOP! PLEASE!!" was all Issac could utter as a large fist was pulled back, wide eyes stared into his soul, and open mouth shouting "YOU'RE DEAD!!" all happened at once. Petrified of his imminent demise, all Issac could do was close his eyes and brace for impact!

...but the impact never came. Slowly and uncertainly, his eyes opened to see the face if his doom was turned to stone! Looking at him more closely, he noticed that his whole body was of the same mysterious material. "What-"

"Are you okay??" asked a cute voice. Isaac turned his head to the right to come face to face with a beautiful sight. Well, he has to look down a bit, due to being involuntary elevated, but she was very attractive! A short but curvy girl, probably only 5'2" and 130 pounds, if he had to guess, was starting at him with a wide eyed expression that showed only worry and concern. Her right hand was on this new statue, while her left reached up to him. "I hoped I could stop him in time!" Her breath was slightly ragged, indicating that she just ran here.

"Uh, thanks! Thanks a lot! I thought I was going to die!" Isaac looked at her with great appreciation, but then back at his current predicament. "I seem to be stuck in the air; he has me by my shirt. Can you free his hands?" he inquired hopefully.

"Umm... no, I can't. Maybe one day, but I don't have that much control over my powers yet. Can... can you just rip your shirt free?" This cute girl tried to ask straightforward, but obvious shyness took over. "I mean, not that I... Umm..." her voice trailed off.

Isaac chuckled to himself, finding her reaction adorable. "Yeah, I guess that is all I can do, anyway." He grabbed the stony hands and pushed against them until he heard the targeted ripping noise he needed to hear. Once free of the clutches of stone, Isaac let go and dropped to the ground, two holes now in his shirt, at the top of his chest. He extended a hand toward her. "My name is Isaac, Isaac Holt. Nice to meet you!"