Earth. The only planet full of life; plants, vast oceans, animals, humans. This planet from the very beginning kept on changing as time passed by. With each passing time, new discoveries were made, civilizations formed where people lived and prospered, and new inventions that made people's lives easier advanced, along with the early technology. And in time, the Earth was at peace.
But that peace didn't last forever. There's always something attempting to break that peace for good. War, an incredible force of nature, or an evil individual of unspeakable power.
The last one tried to not only destroy peace from this world, but the entire planet itself, along with other planets in the Solar System. No one knows why this individual wanted to destroy the whole galaxy, but all researchers agreed that this individual had power levels not even God can measure up to.
No one dared to face the powerful individual, fearing they would lose their lives. But those who are willing to risk their lives ended up with a fate worse than death; hell, death would be a pleasant thing more than what the individual, a single man, did to his poor victims. When his victim is defeated, he would force them into becoming his slaves that will obey his every word until he is defeated for good. But considering that he ended up destroying military fortresses and tanks without any effort, killing this god-like villain is impossible.
Armies around the world attempted to take down the villain, but to no avail. No scratches were made to him and whatever powerful missile/bomb was suppose to take him down, he retaliates with a chuckle before he unleashes a large, dark ball of energy, destroying any object it touches, and heavily injuring any person (or animal). If he finds any lucky survivors that endured the blast, he'll turn them into his slaves without any question.
For years, with his personal army at his disposal and powers that are a force to be reckoned with, any place that he goes is going to be doomed. Buildings and roads torn apart, innocent lives taken away, families divided, and any surviving citizen is guaranteed to either be a slave to this vile man or be forced to run away; never returning home.
Yet one day, what everyone in the world thought was impossible became possible. A young man, along with four others, stood up to this man's army. But the five weren't ordinary people, oh no. They had special powers just like that man, but the difference is that they use them for good instead of abusing them for selfish reasons.
Their powers included the traits people desired for their lives: including super strength, flight, invisibility, and control over nature. The young man leading the four people had an incredible power: super speed. He can easily go into mach 5 without any effort and create sonic booms in front of everyone's eyes, along with having partial control over the wind.
The battle between the five and the god-like man and his army was a struggle. One minute, the man thought he had overpowered the five-man army. Yet at the last second, the five managed to get the upper hand thanks to seven artifacts called the Chaos Emeralds. These seven jewels granted the five warriors enough power to defeat the man for good, along with freeing those who were under his control for years.
But this comes at a heavy price. Not too long after the five defeated the evil man that almost destroyed the entire world, the five warriors vanished from existence, never to be seen from anyone ever again.
Yet despite their disappearances, their tale hasn't been forgotten by others. And with each century that has passed…
"...Rumor has it that those five warriors didn't die entirely, but are out there somewhere, still alive in this world; in case the god-like man shows up again."
Scanning the last sentence on the torn up page of the book titled "Legends from Old Times", Jet slammed the book closed before dropping the hard-covered book onto his black and white rug before pulling out his phone from his front pockets of his dark jeans.
"Like that will ever happen," Jet mumbled to himself as he read the screen from his phone. Let's see here. The time reads 12:30 P.M, the temperature outside is 94 degrees Fahrenheit (or 34.4 degrees Celsius) just like any summer day in Metal City in the middle of July, and there's a reminder that Jet has 7 missed text messages from Wave-
Wait… Seven missed messages?! How in the hell did he managed to miss all of them anyway?
Frantically entering the password to his phone, Jet checked the message section to see all of the seven messages that Wave has sent out.
Wave/Winona: Short-head, meet me at HappyTea at 12:00. 'Kay?
There's something I want to talk to you about. It's important.
And you better hurry up. I don't want Storm listening on us since his shift starts in about 10 mins.
I'm here and you're nowhere to be seen. What happened?
12:20 and I've ordered our drinks while waiting for you... Yes, I ordered your mango bubble tea...
I swear... Where the hell are you?
Alright... You have until 12:35 to get here or I'll drag your lazy ass out of your house!
Upon reading all of them, Jet frantically texted a reply explaining his situation. It's not his fault some immature jerk decided to screw with him every ten minutes that he decided to put his phone on silent mode for the rest of the day. He could have turned off his phone, but there's a chance he may need it later today. Like now!
"Oh, crap. She's going to murder me!" Jet exclaimed as he jumped out of his bed, slipping on his red shoes and putting on his green and blue short-sleeved plaid shirt (unbuttoned) over his white sleeveless shirt before dashing out of his room and grabbing his green Extreme Gear from the front door.
Before he can open the door, his younger brother, Bean, spotted Jet in the front door as he's getting a can of mango juice out of the fridge. So much for getting out without being caught by any of his family members.
"Kuya, where are you going?" Bean asked Jet, opening the orange can.
"To HappyTea before Wave literally gets here with a temper," Jet replied, already opening the front door. "If mom and dad asks where I am..."
"You're at HappyTea with your girlfriend!" Bean finished his brother's sentence, adding the one word Jet despised when associated with his best friend of twelve years.
"I was going to get you something, but forget it," Jet said as he left the house before hearing his fourteen-year-old brother moaning "Aw, come on!"
Jet hopped onto his board, going faster than he normally would to arrive at the most popular tea shop at Metal City; avoiding people who were just minding their own business (or not as some were distracted with their phones), along with objects such as a large oak tree and a hovering postal box currently delivering mails or packages to homes.
Normally, a postal box hovering and automatically delivering mail to homes might sound strange, but to citizens in Metal City, it's actually standard. In fact, Metal City is the most advanced city in the United States. Sure, technology in the U.S has improved dramatically compared to 200 years ago, yet Metal City puts other cities in the country in shame. Examples include, well, the hovering postal box, trucks such as a street cleaning and garbage truck are moving without any drivers, computers having a battery that can last up to two hundred hours (about eight days) without being charged, and every building is installed with a security system that identifies all family members (along with close friends with each member) in order to keep dangerous people from the house, along with tracking down anything that's deemed troublesome.
Jet is pretty lucky that he grew up in Metal City. Yes, he's aware that there's crime going on, but for the most part, this city is a safe place due to the security in his home, along with outside since there's at least one police officer patrolling a corner of Metal City; ready to shut down any criminal activities that might be going on behind their back.
Still, Jet might not be safe from Wave's wrath if he doesn't get arrive at HappyTea in about two minutes!
Oh, gods. Oh, gods. OH, GODS! I better make it! Jet screamed in his thoughts as he barely beats the pedestrian traffic light on time, almost hitting zero, zooming past by people were crossing the road.
~Meanwhile at HappyTea~
Their orders already set on the white table, Wave is currently looking at her phone to see the latest message that Jet sent her, explaining why he's more than a half-hour late. She quietly laughed to herself that Jet set his phone on silent mode the entire time due to something stupid that happened to him all afternoon.
Angelo/Jet: Sorry! I set my phone on silent since some bastard kept prank calling me all day!
Wave: Fine. Show me the number of that prank caller and I'll deal with him/her later.
Jeez. We're living in the most advanced city in the world, but we still get prank calls. Lovely, Wave thought to herself as she sent a response to Jet's message while drinking her berry iced tea.
As she sent the message, she looked at the time, seeing that Jet has less than a minute before she leaves and go to his-
"OH MY GODS, WAVE! PLEASE DON'T KILL ME! I'M HERE!" Jet shouted as he ran through the automatic doors and sat where his brunette haired friend is, along with his orange-yellow tea with tapioca pearls at the bottom.
Never mind. He got here on time.
"Looks like you took your sweet time, short-head," Wave said, using Jet's nickname he despised so much since he's the shortest out of his friends, standing at a 5'7 compared to Wave's 5'11 and Storm's massive 6'4.
"Whatever, Winnie," Jet retaliated, using Wave's disliked nickname that came from her first name: Winona.
"Normally, I'd flick something at your face, but I'm not in the mood."
"Lucky me." Jet smiled as he took a sip of his bubble tea. "So, what do you want to talk to me about that you don't want Storm to know."
Wave set her iced tea on the white table as she started her sentence, "It's about tomorrow."
"What about it? You know we're going to my cousin's birthday party at Black and White Plaza tomorrow."
Black and White Plaza is a popular pizza place that doubles as an arcade, and is known to host the best parties any one has known, whether someone is five or even in their sixties. It caters to any parties, ranging from the typical birthday parties, family or school reunions, a school event, or even an engagement party as well! But the unique part is that prior to the day of the event is made, a list of people who are expected to attend is always listed and anyone who tries to claim they're in that party that's not on the list is automatically denied and isn't even allowed back. Even when an outsider tries to sneak into the party as a regular guest in the restaurant, outside guests not in the 'party list' will be kicked out of the restaurant. So, no party crashers in here.
"Yeah, I know. I'm dragged into another Filipino party like always," Wave stated, knowing she's been with both of her Filipino friends (Jet and Storm) into a party that usual involves friends, food, a bunch of family members, and games that gets even people over the age of ten want to toss something in the air. "However, I don't think I can make it."
"What?" Jet stopped drinking his bubble tea, almost chocking on a tapioca pearl he was struggling to get out of the straw. "Why not? Did you suddenly remember you have to do something important tomorrow?"
"Pretty much," Wave nodded her head, swishing the straw back and forth. "It's just that I'm going to-"
Unfortunately for the brunette, her sentence ended up being cut short when the lights in the entire restaurant went out, leaving the room dark. Not only that, the TV screen that's been showing the news has gone blank, the music from a popular Filipino telenovela stopped playing (to the joy of Jet he'll admit), and the machines that make the tea stopped.
Power outages do happen in Metal City once in a while either by a malfunction, or somebody forced the power in that building to shut down. In most cases, it's the former rather than the later.
"Everyone okay?" an employee asked the customers inside, holding a flashing in his hands. "We'll get the power back on in a few minutes, so don't worry."
Jet and Wave sighed in relief that nobody broke the power of the tea shop, but that was cut short when they heard several people screaming, some of them saying that their belongings are gone from their eyes. Oh great, a thief is here! With a few people not using their phones as an alternative source of light, it's difficult to see the thief in the dark. So difficult that the two teens barely had the time to spot the hard-to-see thief snatch their necklaces from them!
And their necklaces weren't a cheap necklace bought from any accessory store. Wave's red orb necklace was made by her father while Jet's winged necklace was actually a birthday gift from his father. Hell, that necklace was once his grandfather's necklace, so in a way, that necklace is a family heirloom! Jet did not want to see his father pissed at him for losing something so valuable!
Desperate to get both his and Wave's necklace back from that thief, Jet shot out of his seat, grabbing his Extreme Gear before dashing towards the door…
SLAM!
"Oh, gods..." Jet moaned in pain as he slammed straight towards the automatic doors that aren't working. "Forgot about that!"
"Way to go, short-head," Wave sarcastically replied as she checked on her black-haired friend, backing up to a near-by chair. "We're trapped in here and it'll take a miracle to get-"
And as if fate is just teasing the two of them, Jet and Wave spotted their friend, Storm, yelling loudly while he dashed through the door, ramming it in the process, along with shattering the glass as well. Typical of Storm. If anything bad happens, using brute strength apparently works for Storm pretty well unlike most people.
"Problem solved," Storm said.
"You do realize that your boss is going to get pissed at you for breaking the doors," Wave pointed out to the shattered evidence.
"It's not the first time that happened in here."
"You've done this before?" Jet asked, shocked that Storm would just casually break the automatic doors in the place he works.
"N-no! Other employees and customers did this too!" Storm replied to Jet's question.
"Just… wow… just..." Jet can say before he hopped onto his Extreme Gear. "So, which way did that thief went?"
"Uh… To the left, but are you sure-"
Unfortunately for Storm, Jet had already left the tea shop before the dirty blonde can even finish his sentence. Both Wave and Storm didn't need to even take a guess at why Jet would be asking the direction that thief ran off to. He's obviously going to catch that thief and get back everyone's necklaces that were stolen. And even if somebody manages to prevent Jet from nabbing the thief, he would most likely ignore them and go for the thief anyway. It's not the first time Jet has done something like chasing down a criminal to a corner.
Heck, he did helped his father, a police officer, arrest criminals for minor offenses such as robbery and vandalizing valuable property. Ever since Jet witnessed his dad doing his job at the age of five, he dreamed of being in his father's shoes one day, or at least close to it if possible such as an agent or being part of the military (though he would prefer the former). Yes, he's aware of the dangers of his possible future career choices as it can lead to injuries or almost close to dying, but they offer him a thrill people secretly crave at times. Thrills that Jet enjoys to have on a daily basis.
Now, he's getting it by chasing that thief, scurrying through the busy streets of Metal City while carrying a large sack that predictably has all the stolen stuff from HappyTea, mainly Jet's and Wave's necklaces. Jet is currently gaining on him due to the speed his board going a lot faster than the thief's running speed, but by the time Jet was about to grab the thief's sack of stolen goods, the thief turned around and punched Jet in the stomach, causing the black-haired teen to fall off of his board, landing on the ground.
"You bastard!" Jet yelled as he slowly got up, using a near-by lamppost as support. As he is recovering from the sting he received, Jet spotted the thief making his getaway at Astra Park; a public park he likes to visit with his friends once in a while. This isn't good as this means that nasty thief will steal more stuff from others, and may possibly get away with it since there's not a lot of security in Astra Park.
Gotta speed up, Jet thought as he got back on his board and hurried to Astra Park to the best of his ability. But despite the speed he went as he entered the park, Jet ended up being too late when he heard tons of screams from children, crying that either their toy, bike, or any type of jewelry ended up getting snatched in a blink of an eye.
Jet spotted the thief coming for a young boy near a fountain, drinking a strawberry-banana smoothie from a food truck. Unfortunately for the boy, he's oblivious to the thief that will eventually snatch something important from him, and could possibly send him flying towards the water filled with pennies, nickles, and a token from an arcade. Not wanting that scenario to happen, Jet stepped on the booster panel hard (where his left foot is) on the board, going at the maximum speed his board can go to beat the thief.
But right when he's about to reach the young boy and the thief, Jet spotted a boy his age with weird white short spiky hair, holding something that's firing a laser beam at the thief…
Or… that was going to be the plan as Jet barely jumped out of his board on time to prevent himself from crashing into the teen. While the Filipino managed to prevent a second crash for today, he didn't expect his board to hit the white-haired teen's arm, causing the laser to aim at a tree branch near them.
Frustrated that the white-haired teen missed his intended target because of someone's board, he turned around, yellow eyes glaring at Jet and hissed at him, "Nice going, you jerk! I could have gotten him if it weren't for your board!"
"Well, excuse me! You were in my way in the first place, you little snowflake!" Jet snapped back at the teen, now giving him a nickname based on his very 'out-of-place' hair color compared to most people in this city.
"S-snowflake?! Why you-"
But before either of them can make another comment, they were interrupted with the thief laughing happily as he snatched both the little boy's smoothie and a golden necklace with an airplane on it.
"Sayonara, suckers!" the thief exclaimed, ignoring the little boy's crying and splashed into the fountain, causing the three boys to get soaked with water.
"I really didn't want to do this," the teen started his sentence as he fumbled with his black belt wrapped around his gray pants.
Curious as to why 'Snowflake' (as Jet refers to) is undoing his belt, he asked him, "Are you going to whip that jerk into giving the stolen stuff back, Snowflake?"
"Not even close. And for the record," the belt around 'Snowflake's' hands suddenly glowed a bright blue light and grew three times longer than normal when he snapped his fingers, "Don't call me Snowflake. I'd like it if you would address me as Silver."
Letting the belt to fall into the ground, Silver starting to spin it before he tossed the entire whip towards the thief, jumping from branch to branch. As the thief spotted the glowing whip, he jumped over it to avoid being attacked from it, but to his surprise, the whip ended up coming back at him, automatically tying up the evasive thief and him dropping the large bag of stolen goods to a wooden bench with names engraved into it.
"Hot damn, that was amazing, Silver," Jet can only comment in awe of what he witnessed. "Wait until my friends hears… Oh gods, the necklaces!" Why did he forget about that for a second?!
Rushing towards the bench where the thief's bag is located, Jet was about to open the sack with his bare hands until Silver used a laser to rip a large hole, causing all the stolen objects to pour out of it, some of them falling into the ground.
"You can thank me later, Crash," Silver stated as he walked towards the thief tied from the whip, giving Jet a nickname based on his actions.
"My name isn't Crash," Jet pointed out to Silver.
"Oh, then what is your name?"
"I'm Angelo Hawkins, but most people call me Jet. Call me whichever is comfortable for ya, Silver."
"Alright then, Angelo," Silver said as he's making a call on the phone. While he's waiting for someone to answer, the thief somehow ended up lightly kicking Silver's black and white boots. In response to that, he kicked the thief's legs hard before ordering him, "Don't try anything funny or I'll electrocute you with those binds."
"You wouldn't," the thief growled at the white-haired teen.
Silver just simply snapped his fingers before he heard the thief screamed in pain as his body is being shocked all over his body; fingers and toes being barely able to move freely.
"Oh, I would." Silver simply smiled as somebody picked up.
"You finished with your job?" a female voice asked Silver.
"Yeah. I would have done it faster if it weren't for…" Silver was about to say 'Jet', but at the last second, he stated, "...For someone messing it up."
"Really? What happened?"
"An Extreme Gear that was going fast hit my arm, almost causing the thief to escape," Silver explained to the caller. "But other than that, everything went well..."
As Jet is rummaging through a pile of shoes, dresses that he's sure are the cost of his entire closet, toys, old books, and even a globe, he eventually managed to find both his necklace, along with Wave's. Fortunately, none of them have gotten any major damages or scratches, so they're in tact. No scolding for Jet from either Wave or his father. Nice!
While Jet is putting his necklace on, his phone vibrated from his front pocket. Pulling it, he checked that there was four text messages from two different numbers. One from Storm, one from Wave, and the other two messages were from a number Jet didn't recognize at all. He decided to check the message from Storm and Wave first before checking the other from the unknown number. It's not the same number that the prank caller used, but he swears to the gods that if better not be another prank caller or he'll search that jerk with that number!
Storm/Silas: Where are you, Jet? Wave and I are really getting worried about you...
Wave/Winona: Like Storm said, I'm worried about you... If you're okay and got my necklace, let's meet in your house.
And no, Storm isn't with me since his shift ends at 3:30. I want to continue our conversation. This time, in private (AKA: your room).
745-8370: The remaining stuff will be returned to their owners, Angelo.
BTW, if you're wondering who this is, it's me: Silver. Or as you called me, Snowflake.
Spending two minutes of reading the messages, Jet almost dropped his phone at the last two messages he read. Just how is it possible that Silver managed to get Jet's number despite the fact that neither of them asked for it in the first place?!
"Ugh… I'm too tired to think about it..." Jet said his thoughts aloud, ready to get his board near the fountain before going home as he put Wave's necklace on his left pocket.
However, Jet's right foot felt something hard underneath it instead of the soft green grass. Wondering what that object might be, he bent down to see that the guilty culprit of it is an aquamarine ball-point pen. Well, it didn't fell out of the sack (as far as Jet is concerned), but somebody must have dropped it by accident. Still, it's just a pen and they'll just not notice it, getting a new pen that's probably better than the one Jet grabbed anyway.
"Finders keepers~" Jet singed happily as he stared at it, clicking it…
Firing a laser?! No, not a laser light! As in an actual laser hitting a tree branch and letting it almost hit Jet's head if he didn't move out of the way on time.
"What the hell?!"
Jet could only stare at the pen in shock after he accidentally fired an actual laser on a tree branch that could have injured him. Anyone in Jet's shoes would say "That's so awesome!", but Jet didn't say anything after that. He wonders if Silver could have dropped it as he did have a belt that doubles as a whip taser (as Jet dubs it). Most likely, but he could…
Not ask him as Silver and the tied up thief weren't in the scene. Ooh, that's just wonderful. He could just text Silver to see if the pen was his, or ask him where he lives so Jet can stop by and give it back. Either way, both of these options seems to be good ideas, but at this point, he just wants to go home before both of his parents storm out of the house just to search for him. By now, the blackout and the robbery at HappyTea must have caught the attention of his family. And by attention, he means being smothered by his mom and responding to her that he's fine over and over again.
With that, Jet finally grabbed his Extreme Gear, hopped on it and rushed out of Astra Park and making his way home quickly, expecting to meet not only his worrying parents, but Wave who has important matters to discuss with him that she didn't want Storm to know.
Author's Note: So, were you surprised to see "Flying High" on ? Well, after some thinking, I decided that "Flying High" will be on both on here and AO3, and I do have a plan on how to organize this on . As of now, I have finished three chapters out of the ten for the first part (or first arc in here), so they'll be there a bit quickly as soon as I can.
Anyway, if you were unable to read "Flying High" on AO3, then you can read it here as well! This will be the fanfic that'll replace both "Escape from The City" and "Disturbia".
So, I hope you enjoy this story and expect the other two to be here soon!
Later ;D