(West Queen west)
7 April 2024, 7:00 A.M.
Striding through a yellow and black swirling circular portal is a 195cm/6'5"ft tall male that physically looks to be in his twenties with fair skin, black spiky hair and yellow iris eyes, wearing a black buttoned shirt under a red puffer jacket and black pants with two horizontal white band lines on the left side and black combat boots. His head swiveled, a predatory grin splitting his lips as he took in his surroundings. He drew in a long, appreciative breath, the air filling his lungs with the scent of fresh and familiar air before getting struck down to the grounf by an intense surge of electricity fired by a figure in the sky.
A figure descended from the heavens, a silhouette against the swirling vortex. Lightning crackled around him, illuminating his pale face and the angry blue fire in his eyes. He wore a black long sleeved shirt and jacket worg dark green cargo pants with combat boots that seemed to hum with energy, and his grip tightened around the crackling orb of electricity in his hand.
The man struck by lightning only brushed at his chest with a dismissive flick of his wrist sending the wisps of smoke swirling away. The fabric of his shirt was singed, but his skin beneath was untouched. He got up to his feet, looking directly at the figure.
"Akashi. So you did manage to survive the slaughter." Aggregor smirks "I'm very impressed... Really." He starts Clapping his hands at the quiet and pissed master of lightning."
(Hamilton, Canada)
5 September 2021
10:15 AM
The morning sun, a mischievous sprite, danced through the gap in the curtains, illuminating dust motes swirling in the air. A groan rumbled from beneath the covers, and a hand, pale and freckled, swatted at the offending light. Finally, with a sigh, a head emerged from the duvet. Orange hair, a vibrant shock against the white pillowcase, tumbled across the forehead of a young man with eyes the color of a stormy sea. He blinked slowly, adjusting to the sudden brightness, then yawned, a sound that seemed to shake the whole room.
He stretched languidly, the worn flannel pajamas protesting against the movement. Sitting up, he swung his legs over the side of the bed, his bare feet finding the cool wooden floor. A quick glance at the clock on his bedside table confirmed his worst fears: it was already late. With a resigned sigh, he stumbled towards the bathroom, the sounds of his footsteps a muted rhythm against the wooden floorboards.
The bathroom was small, but it served its purpose. A quick splash of cold water to the face, a vigorous scrub of his teeth, and a messy attempt at styling his unruly hair – he was ready to face the day. He padded back to the living room, the scent of coffee still lingering in the air from the morning. Sunlight streamed through the window, illuminating the dust motes dancing in the air. The room was quiet, save for the cheerful chirping of birds outside.
He sat at the small kitchen table, a bowl of cereal balanced precariously on his lap. The silence was broken only by the rhythmic clinking of his spoon against the bowl. He was lost in thought, staring out the window at the world bustling below, when his phone, lying face down on the table, vibrated. He sighed, a mixture of annoyance and resignation. He picked up the phone, the notification flashing – a message. He glanced at the message, a frown creasing his brow. He finished his cereal in a hurry, the clinking of his spoon now a frantic rhythm.
Then, he was gone. A blur of motion, a whirlwind of red hair and long limbs. The only evidence of his sudden departure was a brief flash of light blue, like a miniature bolt of lightning, followed by the faintest crackle of static. The silence that followed was absolute, broken only by the distant chirping of birds and the lingering warmth of the sun.
Inside the National Bank in Hamilton, where the air was thick with tension. Two masked robbers, their faces obscured by balaclavas, terrorized the bank employees and the hostages huddled together.
"Hurry it up!" Robber 1 snarled, his shotgun leveled at a female teller who was trembling as she stuffed cash into a black bag. "Now!"
Robber 2, already clutching a bulging bag of stolen money, urged, "That's the last one. Let's get out of here before the cops arrive."
But before they could make their escape, a chilling voice echoed through the bank, sending shivers down their spines. "...Or someone worse."
The robbers whirled around, their eyes widening in terror. Standing before them, seemingly materialized out of thin air, was a figure of imposing stature. He wore a sleek, black bodysuit that clung to his muscular frame, augmented with black metal pads on his shoulders and knees. Black vambraces, adorned with menacing gauntlets, encased his forearms. A sleek black mask concealed most of his face, only his mouth, a flash of vibrant ginger hair, and a pair of piercing blue eyes visible behind a pair of black goggles.
The air crackled with ozone, and a trail of blue lightning crackled in his wake as he landed with a thunderous roar. The robbers recoiled in fear, their grip on their weapons loosening.
A predatory grin curled the speedster's lips, his eyes gleaming with amusement. He struck a confident pose, hands resting casually on his hips, a picture of effortless power. Leaning forward, he drawled, "Boo..."
Robber 1: (stammered,) Aaah, shit! It's the Speedster!
"Yep," the speedster confirmed, his voice a low growl.
In a blur of motion, the speedster was upon them. He moved with impossible speed, a whirlwind of black and blue. In the blink of an eye, the robbers were disarmed, their weapons scattered across the floor. With incredible agility, he bound them with what appeared to be thin, invisible ropes, their struggles futile against his superhuman strength.
The speedster stood over the two miserable robbers, the stolen money bags clutched in his hands. He surveyed the scene, a flicker of amusement in his eyes. "Cheer up, fellas," he said, his voice surprisingly gentle. "You'll live to rob another day... hopefully. But I wouldn't recommend it, especially after today. You'd have to be pretty foolish to try again."
Suddenly, a wave of cheers erupted from the hostages. A man, emboldened by the speedster's swift and decisive action, had jumped to his feet, applauding wildly. Soon, others followed suit, a chorus of grateful voices filling the bank.
The speedster, initially surprised by the outpouring of gratitude, found himself strangely affected. He stood amidst the cheers, a strange tingling sensation running through him, almost as if he was in a trance.
Then, his earpiece beeped, snapping him out of his reverie. He blinked, his focus returning to the task at hand. "Yeah?" he responded into the device.
He listened intently for a moment, then sighed. "I'm on my way there now," he said before ending the call.
With a final glance at the grateful faces of the hostages, a small smile playing on his lips, the speedster dropped the money bags and vanished in a flash of blue lightning, leaving behind a stunned silence and the lingering scent of ozone.
(Meanwhile)
Inside an interrogation room, two people sit individually behind one table across from each other:
• The interrogator (Michael Cage): A male in his thirties with dark blue eyes, light brown short slicked back hair with a full ducktail beard style that's brown. He has dark red glasses on and his appearance is very formal; wearing a black suit.
• The interrogee (Ivy): A female light elf in her late teens with light blue eyes, long and blonde hair with a few strands that's braided. She wears an oversized grey hoodie.
Michael removes his glasses and looks at the girl in an exhausted state before sighing.
Michael: I'm sorry, let me reiterate so we're all on the same page here... (He points at her) So, you an elf.
Ivy nods shyly with her arms crossed.
Michael: Okay... And you were just... walking down the street with your sister until some guy tried to kill you and your sister but she fought back and you saw a shadow kidnapped her and the guy? (She nods.)
Michael: Interesting... What were you two doing here in the city? Mythicals aren't really... welcomed to humans.
Ivy: We were... shopping... I wanted to explore, meet different beings besides my own.
Michael: ... (He nodded, understanding her reason, however suspicious still.)
Michael: (He exhales before putting his glasses on and standing up) I will be right back.
Michael turns to leave and just when he is about to turn the door handle, as Ivy speaks out in a near whispering tone.
Ivy: When will I get out of here?
Michael: (He turns to her with a gentle small smile to reassure her.) Soon. And don't worry, We will find your sister... and alive, Ivy. I promise.
After hearing his promise makes Ivy feel at ease as she uncrosses her arms nods trusting him before he opens the door and leaves, shutting the door on his way out.
Outside in a wide hallway, two males also wearing formal suits stand after waiting for Michael.
• (Ender) The male on the left has a light skin and brown hair. His hair is of an medium uneven lengths as it is supposedly straight and slick. He has light yellow colored eyes.
• (Kyle) The male on the right has a peached skin tone, Dark brown straight-medium lengthed hair and light brown eyes.
Ender (to the Michael): Well?
Michael: We dealing with a Shadow... possibly just a mutant with shadow abilities. Has kidnapped two people without leaving a trace.
Ender and Kyle look at each other before Kyle speaks.
Kyle: A shadow kidnapping people... Seriously? (He looks around the hallway for any other person walking before whispering) Since when are we the police? We have other priorities than playing detective, Mike.
Michael: I know. But we need know what the hell is taking these people. And why.
Ender: Ghost?
Kyle: (He snaps his fingers and points at Ender) I was thinking the same thing. But what kinda ghost?
Michael: Might not be any. (He added.) Could be a mutant.
Ender: Or an Alien.
Kyle: Who cares?!? Viktor wants us to deal with the issue so we'll do what we did in Central City. Deal. With. It.
Kyle grunts, Relentless to say something but sighs in end befor following behind Michael with Ender out of the police station and into a parking lot towards Michael's car (a black Chevrolet tahoe)
Just as they all about to enter the car, Michael looks at the side window and sees a reflection of a shadowy figure standing behind him, making him turn around with a gasp to see nothing infront of him. Ender (opening the rear dooe from the same side as Michael) notices his sudden turn and looks at him in wonder.
Ender: Michael... You alright?
Kyle on the other side of the car hears Ender's question and looks at Michael.
Michael: I... I think i saw the ghost standing behind me.
Ender: (He looked behind Michael.) Uh... You Think it knows we after it?
Michael: I don't know.
Kyle: ...Did you react to it?
Michael: (He slowly turns to look at Kyle with a confused look) Of course i reacted. Its a ghost. Thats not something natural to see, Kyle.
Kyle: Oh... (Shakes his head) you shouldn't have done that, man.
Michael: Yeah? Why's that?
Kyle: (He scoffs in disbelief) You fucking with me, right? Where your ears missing when Jimmy talked about the supernatural?
Ender: "Jimmy..." (He repeated the name trying to recall who that is) Jimmy's that bald guy right?
Kyle: Our instructor, yes.
Michael: (whispers under breath) Oh God...
Ender: I don't think you should listen to everything that man says, Kyle.
Kyle: What do you mean?
Michael: He's unreliable.
Kyle: (He scoffs) Pfft, come on, that's Bullshit. Why would Viktor make him our instructor if he's not reliable?
Michael: Viktor chose him because he was the only one available and accepted the position for nothing! No questions asked, no money involved...
Kyle: That... Sounds like he was just kind enough to help. AND you guys are just jealous of his knowledge.
Ender: (He chuckles) Jealous of a guy that broke into someone's house and shat on their couch before forcing them into playing a game of twisters.
Kyle: Oh yeah, I heard about that on the news. That was really him?
Michael: Yeah...
Kyle: Hm... (he sighs, scratching the back of his head with a regretful smile) Okay, I'm now questioning about the things he told us.
Ender: Even his claim about Hitl...
Kyle interrupts Ender.
Kyle: Most definitely that one, yes.
Michael: We wasting time here. Lives are on the line, let's get outta here.
Just before they could enter the car, something suddenly hits the roof of the car causing the roof to collapse inward.