The sound of boxes being skidded across the floor sounded through the home. Shane Clark, a very attractive man with gracious hazel eyes, an upper body swimmer’s build and a narrow waist, a strangely ambiguous skin color, and heavenly flowing brown hair, had been eagerly anticipating this moment ever since his parents died in the car crash. These days, that was the only thing he could look forward to with how bleak things had been after they died. “Bianca Martins, you are late for our celebratory dinner.” He said with a tone of hopeful optimism in his voice. “Sorry Mr. Clark, I had to work late, you wouldn’t think opera singing would be as well-paying as it is.” She said, she knew he was trying to get over the death of his parents. “Although, I have as strong feeling you haven’t finished packing anyhow. “You would be correct, Ms. Martins, sorry soon to be Mrs. Martins” Shane said with a playful tone in his voice. “Well, I got to talk with the others about our status like we’re children. My siblings always make these damn plans last minute” “Try to go along with-it Shane, there’s a lot of trauma that can result from parental death. Sorry I can’t be there to help, oh, I’m on. Say “Hi!” to them for me!” “Call ended” read the phone screen. He let out a deep sigh and began to think about how it might’ve been immoral and made him a loser that the only way he could get a house without using his girlfriend’s finances. He pushed these thoughts to the back of his head and turned on his computer to speak to his siblings about how each of them had been feeling.

“Hey everyone!” Shouted Kiara, Shane’s one and only sister. “Oh, Shane! How nice of you to join in this meeting.” “Goodness knows he didn’t even try to attend the last one” said Adrian one of his four brothers. “Leave him alone Adrian. All people deal with trauma differently. You didn’t die because the meeting was cancelled due to Shane not showing up” stated Jacob with a hint of condescension in his voice. Adrian formed a frown on his face but chose to lean back into his chair. “Let’s get back to business everyone. Now is not the time for petty sibling squabbles.” Proclaimed Damian, his melatonin company had caused him enough stress. “How are you, Shane?” Said Jacob, he had always been the one who empathized with Shane most out of the siblings. “I’m… just fine. How’re y’all?” “I’m good.” Stated Adrian in between a yawn and a scratch on his scalp. “Cheery.” Elio said with a tone of annoyance. Jacob said “Let’s be honest here, the only way we can improve is if we are all transparent. I am not okay.” “None of us are okay, you prick.” Damian said with a tone of frustration in his voice. “Woah, out here with the negativity Damian.” Said Elio. “Now is not the time for the “older brother that rarely speaks” stuff P. I have enough stress focusing on my company and now I must deal with all this?!” Damian stated. “Notice how all of that was about you. You are so self-centered you can’t even be bothered to let us have this! We lost our parents and here you are stopping any sort of communication!” Shouted Kiara.  The call was silent as everyone was shocked that Kiara was so upset. “Um, okay.” There was a pause before Damian spoke again “I think it’s best I leave. I have a call to take.” The computer “Dinged” signifying that Damian had left and after him left Elio, then Adrian, leaving Kiara, Shane, and Jacob. “Damnit, can this family get anything right?” Jacob said. He then let out a sigh that was cut off by the ding announcing him having left. Kiara began to cry as her efforts had been in vain. Before her cry could turn ugly, she left, because she was the host it kicked Shane out too who found solace by finding an old family photo on his laptop. He looked at it, began to tear up and then shut his laptop.

After Shane had shut his laptop, he leaned back in his rolling chair and put his hands over his face and let out a groan. Afterward he felt his phone vibrating in his pocket, after pulling it out he saw a name that filled his despairing heart with a slight level of delight. Even seeing the name made him crack a minor smile. After accepting the call Shane said, “Well if it ain’t the Devil himself.” The man on the other side let out a slight chuckle “What’s up?” “Man, you need to watch the news! There’s this weird orb of, of, of something! Whatever it is it looks beautiful.” “Aidan this better not be a joke man. You know I got to finish packing and deal with family stuff.” “You can deal with family stuff later dude. This is reality. You’ve got to see this.” Shane sighed and began to go and get his keys. “Alright man, if you say it’s real, I believe you. Where are you?” “Downtown near the new Fencing and Posts shop.” The drive there all Shane thought about was that even 7 years after he had graduated, he still had to deal with BS. 

“Honk, honk, honk!” sounded the horns of the cars trying to get a view of this incomprehensible being. Constant calls from Aidan had further frustrated him and after tens of minutes had passed, he saw Aidan waving his arms as though this was the second coming of Christ. For all everyone around them knew, it was. “Holy hell! What is that?!” Shane said while getting out of the car, he walked over to Aidan, his eyes glued to the “entity” in the sky. “Aidan, what the hell is that?!” “You tell me dude.” The orb then began to “move” and the crowd around them went silent with anticipation for what was to happen next. Aidan began to pull out his phone to record whatever that thing was. “Ah, shit” Aidan said when his phone dropped due to him only half paying attention to bringing it out. He kneeled to the concrete floor and looked up due to the awe-inspired shouting of the crowd. He looked up in time to see this being envelop Shane. Once Shane had become one with this entity a pulse of what could only be described as supernatural energy shot out, knocking everyone in the surrounding area to the harsh concrete ground.

Shane awoke on the wooden floor of his home to the sound of his phone vibrating; he had a splitting headache. “Huh? What happened?” Shane said whilst reaching for his phone. He had several calls from Aidan, Bianca, and all his siblings. He had many texts one of which being Bianca stating that she was headed home and asking what was going on. Shane eventually mustered enough strength to bring himself off the ground and limped over to the door. Upon reaching the doorway he tripped, sending him down the concrete steps of his home and onto the ground. “Damnit, wait a minute, that should’ve hurt.” Feeling stronger Shane was able to get off the ground much quicker. He had left his house with the intent of having a neighbor take him to the hospital, he was filled with hope that this want would be fulfilled when one of his neighbors, a nice woman whom Shane unfortunately did not know the name of. “Ma’am! Ma’am!” Shane’s cries went unheard as it was now made clear to him that she was deaf. He began to try to run toward her. Once he was halfway to her, he began to feel his feet leave the ground below him and was shocked to learn he was now flying, higher, higher, and higher. Despite his knowledge that she was deaf he still futilely began to yell. To his surprise he heard a response to his pleas. However, this voice came from within.

“The hell was that?!” Shane yelled. He breathed uneasily as he began to rise. “Calm yourself Mr. Clark.” A voice stated calmly despite this ongoing event. “What do you want with me?!” Shane cried. It was then that Shane was pulled into the depths of what could only be described as his soul and saw two figures: one appearing white, golden and divine and the other a hellish black and red. “Wha? What’s happening?” The two beings didn’t speak but merely looked at him. At that moment he was returned to the forefront of his soul and realized a helicopter was flying at him. “Get out of the sky now! Or we will shoot you down!” Shane was too disoriented to comprehend the exclamation. Due to this, the helicopter began to arm its missiles to fire them at Shane. Before the helicopter could, Shane put his hand in front of his face to protect himself. “Bzzt, bzzt” was all Shane heard before the sound of a helicopter exploding registered for him. The sound of a raging fire hurtled towards the ground when Shane opened his eyes. He looked down just in time to see the remains of what was once a helicopter collide with the pavement below. Luckily for Shane it didn’t land on anything or anybody. Shane continued to look down in terror wondering what had just happened. His eyes couldn’t look away from such a catastrophe despite his horror. 

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Meanwhile, across town another supernatural event seemed to be unfolding. “Ryan, hurry up!” said a male voice. “I knew we shouldn’t have brought him along. He’s ruining the whole damn thing.” Stated another. “Guys, I’m trying my hardest, you’ll have to excuse me.” Said Ryan “Ryan, dude the very first theater that plays movies that it produces inside the same building is going to be opening...” Said the first voice “And you’re going to have us miss it!” Finished the second voice. Ryan muttered under his voice, “I told these fools I’d be slow cause I’m freaking in pain. This is how they act, some friends they are.” Ryan clutched his side as it stung with sharp pain and looked up to be hit in the face with reflected light, once his eyes cleared, he saw the other 2 continue to walk. “Wait up y’all.” They continued to walk forward without saying anything. “Y’all wait up!” He yelled this time, but they continued to walk forward and away. The crowd they were in only further frustrated him as the continuous pushing strongly angered him. Suddenly, Ryan felt as though something were wrong and felt through his jacket and jeans. He felt his wallet missing and his eye caught a man trying to slip out of the crowd. Suspicious of the man, while simultaneously wondering how his eyes were strong enough to notice the man, Ryan began to move toward him, he drew nearer and nearer, and the man began to run. The man made his way toward a dirty alley and Ryan thought he was going to be able to catch him when he felt his scarf be yanked. The sudden jerk caused him to trip forward and fall over a trash bag. A group of about 5 men came seemingly out of nowhere and began to kick him while he was down. The man who had taken his wallet grabbed a beer bottle and shattered it over the dumpster. The man took the bottle and stabbed Ryan in the eye, surprisingly, this drew no blood, and the men were taken aback by this. This pause allowed Ryan, who also was shocked that did not kill him, to rip out the bottle. Even more bizarrely, he did not rip it out with his hand. It appeared as though he willed it to come out and it did. A strong groan was quickly followed by Ryan’s next action. He rose to his feet and the men who were still freaked by what they saw happening took a step back. Ryan tensed his shoulders and released them with a powerful scream, sending glass lances through various spots of his torso and into the bodies of his attackers, impaling and killing some of them instantly. Those who were not impaled in vital areas and killed instantly did not have long. They bled out leaving one left who was soon to bleed out same as the others. “What are you?” Before Ryan could respond a shout from outside the alley alerted him. “Glass man! There is a glass man!” Ryan turned and saw the man who the voice belonged to, it was the man who tried to kill him with the bottle and the one who stole his wallet. On a normal day seeing the man from that angle would not happen, this was no normal day. Ryan turned his head again and faced the

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man who had asked the question. He had bled out. Ryan began to touch the points which the lances had shot out of him from. No blood, no scars. Just a damaged shirt and jacket. Ryan walked out of the alley and faced the man, turned and began to speed walk away from the scene. 

He made his way down a street and looked up to see a building, out of it emerged a woman and her adolescent son. Ryan looked at the building’s windows wondering if he really could control things. He did not want it to shatter he just wanted an answer to what he could now do. One of the large windows shattered into glass pieces; it began to rain glass shards down on the entrance that doubled as an exit to the building. The glass shards impaled and killed the two and Ryan reacted in horror, looking in shock at what had just happened and knowing that he was the cause. Ryan made his way to a police car and yelled at the officer to get his attention when the officer pointed his gun at Ryan “Hey! Hands behind your back!” The officer said with Ryan complying. “Sir! I need your help; something is wrong and I need someone to help me” The officer cocked his gun as though he were expecting a bomb when Ryan looked at his window to show the officer what was wrong with him. The officer shouted, “Stop whatever that is! Now!” and pointed his gun at Ryan “No wait stop!” yelled Ryan, but it was too late, and Ryan accidentally sent the window flying into the cop’s stomach region at extreme speed, sending the cop flying and bifurcating him horizontally. This was all seen by another officer running at the two who had not been close enough to save the officer but had now finally made his way behind Ryan. He put his pistol behind Ryan’s head and pulled the trigger. Nothing happened. Ryan turned around and pulled away almost supernaturally fast from the officer who was in shock to learn that his gun was turning into glass. The officer called for backup on his radio and Ryan rushed him trying to pull the radio from his hands. Ryan touched the officer’s hand and that hand turned to glass, then his arm, then his body, then he was entirely glass. Ryan left this glass sculpture in the streets and fled hoping to avoid the incoming backup called in. Before he could, Ryan heard a car approaching and 2 minutes later saw it trying to run him down. He saw the driver and realized it was the man who had originally robbed him of his wallet. The car drove straight into Ryan, but he was unaffected. He put his hands on the underside of the car to stop him from continuing to drive when he lifted his hand up to take away from the pressure on his wrist. He shook his wrist and suddenly erupted an enormous glass spike from the ground that impaled the car on its peak a good 20 feet into the air, killing the man that drove it when he opened the door to get out and fell 20 feet onto the concrete on his neck. In the time it took for this to happen, the reinforcements arrived, and all began to shoot at him. Their bullets had no affect but angering Ryan further. Ryan attacked them with various glass spikes and constructs and battle against the police had begun.

Meanwhile across town, Shane managed to gather his bearings enough for him to subconsciously make himself to descend to the ground.  He didn’t question this as his mind was focused on what he had just done. When he landed, he made a run towards the nearest alley to contemplate his day. “Oh my God, oh my God, Oh my God!” Shane said in a panicked tone. “Shit, shit, shit shit, shit!” He held his arms on the back of his head and kicked a glass bottle in the alley. It flew after his kick and shattered against a brick wall, creating a large dent in the wall. He began to sob, and then looked across the alley to find that there was a discarded mirror in a trash can. He looked at the mirror and saw his own reflection, it was like he had gained an additional sense. Because somehow, he could “see” an aura surrounding his entire body, beautifully divine and wicked at the same time oddly. “What the hell…” “Indeed.” “Who said that!” Shane shouted. Shane was then pulled back in the depths of his consciousness and saw the

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two figures again. “Just please tell me what’s going on.” Before he could say anything else he was put back into the front of his consciousness. He then turned his head and saw Bianca running towards him. “Shane! Shane!” She said before then catching up to Shane and catching him in a hugging embrace. Shane hugged her and continued to sob in her arms, he then remembered what had happened and pushed her away in fear of harming her. When he did, he somehow created a wall of something no one had ever seen before at the entrance to the alley. But Bianca wasn’t scared, she turned and saw the wall and then turned to face Shane again with empathy in her eyes. “Shane, what happened?” She said with pause in between each of her words. “I don’t know!” He replied. “I just remember that thing in the sky coming down to me and ever since this day has been pure calamity! I don’t even- “‘Shane, I- “She interrupted, tears forming in her eyes as well. “Come here.” She said empathetically, she opened her arms in an embrace of Shane. Shane welcomed her embrace and hugged her. They then fell to the floor of the alley. “I don’t want to hurt you.” Shane tearfully said. “I know, but today, we’ll worry about you.” She began to stroke Shane’s hair, his hair curling through her fingers.