From iBoy When he saw me standing there-a hooded figure with a nightmare face -- Jayden froze, shocked, scared to death. I reached out to push him back into the elevator. I only intended to give him a shove, but when my hand touched his chest, my fingers flashed and I felt something jolt through my arm, and Jayden was suddenly flying backward as if he'd been hit with a sledgehammer. As he slammed against the lift wall and slumped to the floor, I stepped in after him and the doors closed behind me. There was a faint smell of electricity in the elevator-a hot, crackly kind of smell-and as I hit the button for the ground floor I realized that the skin of my hands was shimmering, too, just like my face. And the ends of my fingertips were glowing red. The elevator started to descend. I looked down at Jayden. He was very pale, his face white and rigid, his hands shaking. He stared at me for a moment, then wiped his mouth and spat on the floor. "What the hell are you?" I guessed that meant that he wasn't too badly hurt. "I'm your worst nightmare," I told him. Excerpted from iBoy by Kevin Brooks All rights reserved by the original copyright owners. Excerpts are provided for display purposes only and may not be reproduced, reprinted or distributed without the written permission of the publisher.