A/N: So, this is something I started the other day, I already have the story line all planed in my head, just need to write it down. I have already wrote another chapter, but then I realized maybe is better to know what you guys think before I start writing like a crazy person, and it's nothing special in the end...
So, here it is...
There is a world far far away, where important people have a face, and poor people as well as soldiers don't, where their identity is only know by a number and nothing ells.
This world isn't reachable, it's in fact in completely different part of the universe all be itself.
Yet, in a warm hot summer day, an inventor full of energy and ideas started something that not even he knew how it would end.
It all starts whit draws of machines, and a really long moths of research about time, lops, traveling, transportation and so on.
The inventor, a young genius know by many, plans to invent what many fail to do and others only dream about. He plans to make a machine that can teleport him to a certain place to another.
This is his plans
It take him more time then he wanted to, but he is not surprised since he does have more things to do then this one and only innovation.
When the time comes, his grin is wide; he smiles till his cheek hurts.
It's not a big machine, far from it. He thought about it, but it was too old, to cliché for him.
He need not only to be able to work, but to be a work of beautiful and a remarkable phenomenal.
So he decided long ago, to make it as a jacket. A Retro brown faux leather jacket.
If it had took even more time for him to do it in this from, he did not care. In the end, it had to be perfect, or it didn't matter at all.
To make it even more perfect, it had to look good on him. It did, it was all about style in the end… Well, it wasn't, but it didn't hurt to have it.
…
The beautiful young inventor did not try it right away, he wanted to be clean, washed and rest before trying his jacket.
A person would had thought at the end of moths of hard work he would have wanted to try it right away.
But our man wasn't must people. He wanted to savor the moment the best he could. If it didn't work, it didn't, it was as simple as that, he would try again if he felt like it, if he didn't, not so much. But if in fact did work, he would be ready and full of energy to spend whit his contentment.
Just like a person who eats all the thinks she doesn't like first, and waits till she finished to eat what she loves the must.
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One day, turned into two, and three. Suddenly the young man was busier than he had ever been.
Two weeks to three weeks.
A disaster came to the young man in from of a car crash.
He wasn't in the car, but he crashed all the same, since the ones he loved died.
At the age of 19 he lost his parents.
The jacket was forgotten.
Two mouths, three mouths went bay.
Our young man turned into a man in a flash, and before everyone knew it, he was already caring his 21 years of age.
This gave responsibility to the man, inherited his father enterprises
One more year went by.
It was a normal winter day, it was cold outside, and he had forgotten his jacket on the house of someone he did not remember the name of.
Not as if the man hadn't other jackets, since he was the must rich 22 years man at the moment.
It was the simple fact, that when he reached home, not shivering since he did had a car who warmed him up, he remembered his Jacket, his Retro brown faux leather jacket.
There was no one to see it, but many would be surprise to see, the billionaire, playboy, genius, run so fast up the stairs, forgetting his elevator completely.
It was only one floor anyways, and the elevator didn't reach the third, that was the ethic.
The dust on the room was remarkable, not for being a sheet of it, for the contrary, it had almost none dust at all, and since he hadn't put his feet in it for the longest time, it was indeed something else.
The boxes were open in a fast speed. As the sun start to appear and natural light was coming through the big windows of the ethic, the speed had long gone slowed down.
After half of the boxes being opened, he grabbed another one, as soon this one was put down, the man saw the closet behind it.
A wall of boxes was hiding the closet. His speed came back, in seconds the boxes where out, out louting the doors of the closet to open.
He did not remember storing it there. But there was no surprise, since he was not the one who put the boxes in the ethic; he didn't even put the thinks in the boxes.
He should have label them, make sure their where on the system, for him to find them in seconds.
The inventor hadn't, for the simple fact that he did not plan to ever walk in this room that would make him travel in a world of memories. Maybe that was why his research for his jacket was going so slow whit every box.
At least he was sure he would found it now, in this closet.
The man open the two doors, and there it was, in the middle of other piece of close, his jacket, wrapped in plastic, as the person who had put it their knew how important it was.
He took it out, slowly, studying the beauty of it, how in fact seemed a regular brown Jacket.
The man didn't lost a second this time, if experience was anything to go by, he had to try it know. Even if he had lost a night of sleep trying to find it.
He put the jacket, filling his weight, exactly as regular one would. Looking at himself in the mirror inside the closet door.
It looked good, fresh, knew.
His hand went to the left pocket, empty. It went to the right, and there it was, the small heavy metal box.´
The inventor turned around the box that was clue to the inside of the pocket Jacket.
He thought to himself, if he did it know, he would made it somehow connected to his mind, or maybe voice recognition.
He looked at the little screen, running his thump through it.
He needed coordinates for it. He sight. He really should just think about the place and go there, not do to this.
Well, he would try it out, if it in fact work, he would improve it after, make it easier to use.
The inventor thought about the numbers, his thump in the small buttons, numbers changing in the screen
"JARVIS" he talked to the empty room
"Yes sir" A man answers, a man that was not one, a AI that our man had invited
Because, has we know, our still young man, was a busy man
"What are the coordinates for the living room?"
The AI, answered immediately to the question. The inventor thanked him, without taking his eyes from the box, making sure the numbers where correct.
When everything was on order, he pressed the green button on the center. Taking his hand out of the pocket, waiting.
And waiting.
The man thought it was official, it did not work.
Yet, what he did not know, was the small metal box, being used for the first time, in a long time, was weak, weak and not well secure in the pocket, making it, when he took his hand out, move. Changing number fast, by being pressed to his owner body.
"At least his a nice Jacket"
The man said out loud to the empty room, walking out of the ethic whit not a care about the mess he created.
It was in fact a nice brow Jacket. He stay whit it the all day, even his lap. And every time he moves, laid, sited, the numbers on the small box kept on growing faster and faster whit no end.
In the end of an exhausting day, he went to his lap.
Because as every ordinary man did when exhausted, our still young man, kept on working.
Well, at least he did.
He felt a sleep in his chair, half body on the table, the numbers going up and up without him even knowing.
Maybe JARVIS was aware of it, but if he in fact was, he thought his master was aware as well and there for hadn't took the jacket for. It was only logical.
…
The other day he waked up whit the smell of coffee.
He smiled to himself, knowing his assistance, Pepper Pots, a beautiful nice women who knew him better than anyone else, had brought him coffee. If you knew the still young man, you know he loved coffee.
The genius Knew he was smart, good looking sometimes, it dependent on the mood, he knew he had charm, that for sure, and of curse an attitude to mach.
But one thing he was sure of, what he didn't had was Luck. Luck was never on his side
That's is way, we end up here, whit a man who found luck in the right moment, yet not that much luck if he thought about it.
He decided to take a fast shower.
The inventor whit the bad luck he still had, decided to go lunch, by lunch, he meant dinner. He grabbed his know brow jacket, put it on and left.
He decided to walk for once, and of course the exactly moment he took an empty corner, he felt a big strong man behind him, grabbing his arms whit just a force that he knew they were going to leave bruises.
He struggle the best he could, yet he was no match when a small towel covered his nose, leaving him breathe what he did not wish to breath.
Letting, our still young man, fall too darkness.
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It wasn't the first and it wouldn't be last time this happened to him. He was always kidnapped somehow, it made him furious at himself to let it happened. Of course he did not show it. Always whit grin shiting smiles that made the men's even madder, it only earned him more pain.
But as a genius, he knew when to exactly shut up, and go along whit them.
The worse of being kidnapped to do something, to tell, do prove anything, was to be kidnaped be simply hate, when the person in cause didn't want anything from you except seeing you suffer.
When he could no longer talk, when his eyes was purple, and blood was running down his cheeks and mouth. When your body trembles whit the small wind, and your bones cry out, when even your hair hurts, you know there is nothing you can do.
The big man laugh, echoing in the warehouse
"He is done"
Another said whit disdain
The fact their voice was ringing loud in Tony hears would made the young man agree whit the big man if he could.
The small man there got the gun, it was pointing right to the inventor Head, dead center, there was no doubt that he would not fail his target.
The big one, got his foot on the young man chair, kinking to the floor, taking the man tied to it to the hard cold floor.
Dark spot invited the inventor vision
He was done for, this was what he was thinking about when he closed his eyes ready for the bullet to enter his skull.
In his pocket, the little box hinted the ground as well, the green middle button hitting it hard.
In the screen green letters showed up, saying for who could read it, ACEPTED, blinking offer and offer again really fast wail it gave a small biped that got fast within seconds.
"Bye, bye" the smaller man whit the gun said, pulling the trigger.
And the man whit out luck, found it when he was almost unconscious. His body disappearing as soon the bullet came crashing to the floor
The men's there, were shocked, looking around, where could the young inventor had gone to, leaving the robes who once tied him behind along whit the chair.
It didn't took much for them to panic, one shouting, saying that it was the work of devil, another screaming at him to shout it.
They look for the genius through the entire warehouse before giving up, and running away from the cursed place.
…
The still young man felt his arms fall to his side, a small breath that he did not feel in the warehouse, hitting his back.
The last though he had before falling to darkness was, what the hell?
Little did the man know at the moment, that he had gone to a place no man in the world had ever had, to a completely different part of the universe.
