Chapter 1: Origins
“Mission control, mission control, the engines are failing! I repeat the engines are failing! damn why at all the crucial moments does the radio never work.” The frantic pilot yelled into the radio.
“SOUND THE BLOODY ALARM!” He yelled to the co-pilot. As he looked around the plane.
Within seconds, everyone on the plane was in a state of panic. The aircraft was drowned out by the sounds of people shouting, screaming, and crying, trying to find a way to escape safely, while the staff were trying against all hope to retain order.
“Losing altitude!” shouted the pilot over the panicked crowd.
“1800 metres.”
“1600 metres.”
“1400 metres.”
“1200 metres.”
“1000 metres.”
“800 metres.”
“600 metres.”
“400 metres.”
“200 metres.”
There was no power on the dashboard, and all the lights were out. It appeared that the plane had just run out of fuel. The pilot looked shocked at the dashboard. As helpless as any onlooker, he could only look out his window. As the sky darkened, the Statue of Liberty loomed in the distance, casting stark shadows. He felt mocked by the twinkling lights of the buildings beyond. The pilot looked out the window. The plane looked completely fine; no stereotypical blazing engine or destroyed wing, yet the huge plane drifted haphazardly in the air buffed by heavy winds in low altitude and simply held up by its wings. He looked down, gesturing to his co-pilot. He could still make out the tarmac below.
“We can still land, we don’t need the landing gear, '' he pointed to the side panel, switch to manual control!” His co-pilot quickly obeyed rapidly flipping switches as the plane once again lurched. The pilot wrenched control of the wheel and began to guide the plane downwards. He grimaced as the plane let out a whine of complaint. Faint screams could be heard, increasing in intensity. The co-pilot began to sweat and began reading the altitude again.
“100 meters”
The pilot opened his mouth to say more as the plane fell to the ground crumpled. The pilot opened his eyes and stared around as the heavily damaged plane, wide eyed. The plane had been comically broken in half where the belly had met the ground, like a little toddler had simply thrown away a toy in a fit of rage.
“The fuel channel has ruptured.” The co-pilot looked confusedly at the leaking fuel all around them and said, "Why haven’t we been burned alive?"
“I don’t know, but I don’t want to take it for granted.” The pilot reached for his intercom reflexively and internally kicked himself, “Why would the intercom work? All the other appliances were not working. " To his surprise, it worked.
“Please take the exit slides in an orderly fashion before this plane explo-”
Fire spontaneously burst-out, shattering all the intact windows and, as if it had simply forgotten to exist, had been woken up. The fire began to do its work. Like a dragon protecting its most treasured gold, it possessively curled itself around the plane as the chassis slowly melted, taking all the hapless souls within.
5 mins earlier
Unbeknownst to them all, a young man could be seen lounging at an airport terminal with his legs crossed and sunglasses on. He looked exactly like any other brooding teenager. Although unnoticeably an aging man of Asian descent was casually perched on a nearby bar-stool stirring his martini. Looking out the large window, Daniel silently focused on the plane outside as it sped up on the runway and started to lift off. He narrowed his eyes. As the plane reached its safety height, the engines on the plane turned off abruptly, he watched silently as the plane attempted to make a safety landing and promptly burst into flames. A shocked expression formed on his business partner’s face, and Daniel smirked. “It was a pleasure working with you, Mr Huang. I look forward to seeing the money in my account by tomorrow.” As Mr Huang kept on staring at Daniel across the coffee table. Daniel calmly slipped out of the airport despite the chaos around him. By eliminating the head of a rival company, Mr Huang’s business could now be the number one, resulting in that Daniel had just received a huge amount of funds in return.
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“Hey Thomas, another easy gig” Daniel said
“Indeed just one in one thousand one hundred and thirty nine unfortunate events” He replied distracted as he drove out of the airport.
Thomas and Daniel had been together since being babies after they were dumped at an orphanage, finding out their power shortly after they had turned eight. Running away and becoming a gun-for hire or a “fixer”. It seemed to the world that making planes crash without bombs or digital trace was extremely sought after. Daniel looked at the TV. A wild news reporter was waving frantically at the wreckage of the plane, with a video of the crash on the split-screen.
“Terrorist have already claimed responsibility,” Thomas said chuckling
“Yep, people are so clueless,” Daniel said
The next morning Daniel was woken up suddenly at the door bell being rung, he checked the time pissed, “6:30? Wait till I get my hands on this fool " Daniel opened the door and looked in confusion at the man in a suit before him.
“Hello Daniel,” the man simply said.
Daniel was about to ask who the man was. But the words got lost halfway up and he ended up saying “Why are you here?”
“You know why I’m here.” The man replied.
There seems to be a connection between you and strange activities. How stupid do you think I am? Plane crashes, assassinations, all had witnesses and surveilance which implicate you”.
“I honestly don’t know what you’re talking about!” denied Daniel.
“If you say so.” The man said, shrugging his shoulders .
Daniel looked at the cavalier man in annoyance,“What stops me from melting your face off right where you stand?” Daniel hissed, lifting his palms.
“Too open” The man gestured around, pointedly looking around “Plus you would want to hear my offer. Thats what you do right? Provide services? I understand that, now complete my mission I have for both of you and you both get 10 mil each. Also aren’t you interested in how you came to be and who were your parents” he held out his hand, nonplussed at Daniel's glowing ones, Daniel didn’t return the gesture. The man started off for his car and got in and started the engine, just as it roared to life it died. The man looked at Daniel with a raised eyebrow and waited patiently. Daniel gave him the finger and stormed inside yelling over his shoulder “I will discuss your offer with my Business partner.
“What the f*ck do you want at this time?" Thomas screamed at Daniel as he put on his glasses and checked his bedside clock and lobbed it at Daniel, who subsequently dodged it. “There's a man outside, claiming he can get us 10 mil each for a job.” He griminanced, “I’m sorry its just that I don’t think we should pass this up”
“F*uck this guy who gives a sh*t, just burn him, I’ll bury the body, all this crap for only 1 mil each?”
“... I said 10 million”
“10 million dollars? Well… Why didn’t you say, let's greet the kind fellow”
Rather comically, two teens could be seen walking towards a nondescript car, one with a menacing demeanor, dirt blond hair, a biker jacket emblazoned with flames and worn jeans, a few heads taller than the second boy, an Asian boy wearing a light blue bunny onesie paired with comically floppy ears and slippers to match. Thomas and Daniel walked to the car, and when they got in the Bugatti car, it roared back to life again.
When they arrived at the mansion, Daniel had finally realized that he had no idea who this person was.
“Who are you?” Daniel asked with confusion in his eyes.
“Glad you asked, Dalton Wesley, head of genetic research but specializing in superhuman cases, and occasional, playboy billionaire philanthropist.”
“I guess that’s why you are such an expert,” he replied sarcastically, he looked to Thomas for confirmation, but his friend simply stared out the window, leaning on one hand, the picture of serenity.
Eventually, they drove down some nondescript roads and eventually drove up to the driveway of a sprawling mansion gilded by trees. “Let's go have some dinner,” Dalton said guiding the boys with a friendly arm around their shoulders into the well-lit dining room.
As Daniel and Thomas sat next to each other they were asked their drink choices. They both asked for a Sprite® as the waiter came back and started to slowly pace towards them. Daniel smiled and closed his eyes focusing on the electricity around him and casually looked at the drinks the waiter was holding, feeling the electricity draw into him and he focused on converting the electricity into heat. The waiter shuddered as the can started to melt. The waiter dropped the can, as the can started to melt into the hardwood floors. Daniel chuckled and tore his intense stare from the can that was now completely melted. Thomas looked disapprovingly at his partner in crime. Nothing else was said as the stunned waiter came back with new cans. Daniel and Thomas were sent into their own rooms each with their own thoughts about what tomorrow would bring.