AN: sorry, it's a bit short. But it is my first story, so please be nice. Any reviews are really appreciated.
Disclaimer: I don't own any of the avengers. All I own are the original characters.
(15 June, 2017)
The bus trundled along quietly, making it's way across dry dirt road to pick up the final kid. Already upon the bus were the rest of Grade 9. First and foremost to the drivers seat was Budda. Now one could remember exactly why or how he got the name Budda, but it stuck to him like glue. He was watching the road ahead as it wound through the bush. Kangaroo's would occaisionaly hop alongside the bus, but for the most part they watched the bright yellow contraption trundle past stoically. The last person to pick up was Jack. Jack's real name was Adeline, but her height had resulted in her very long nickname, 'Jack and the Beanstalk' which was shortened to 'Beanstalk' or 'Jack'. Budda's only friend was Jack, so he was anxiously waiting her arrival. Of course, it didn't look like he was anxious. Budda always had an emotionless expression on his face. It never changed. Only Jack could tell when he was happy, or sad, or angry. Everybody else could only pick up on enraged or overjoyed, because it was then he did something. And only then.
As the bus pulled up on the driveway of Jacks house, Budda held his breath. Jack had grown over summer holidays. She wasn't just 200cm, anymore. She was probably 205cm. Or even 206. She seemed to grow whenever Budda wasn't around. Jack wasn't just tall, of course. She was also quite thin. She had strawberry blonde hair she kept in pigtails, and always wore a stupid kind of smile. The kind that said, life just happens. Let it be. "Hey, Budda. Long time no see, am I right?" she asked. "Yeah. Long time." Budda replied. It wasn't really, because they had both attended the campfire last night with the rest of Grade 9, but he was distracted. His eyes were on the driver. The bus' air conditioner had long since died, and the crusty old man was looking increasingly strained. Sweat was pouring off his face, and he had to brush it out of his eyes every few minutes. Then his eyes slid out of focus, and he began to gasp. Budda was already out of his seat before Jack could properly sit down, and running towards the driver's seat. He pulled out the crusty old man, and promptly slid into the seat himself. He had to drive this thing.
(14 June, 2017)
The old man's name was Caleb Drieg, and Caleb had a dirty secret. He knew that Opal Town was built on a nuclear waste site. The waste had stopped coming in, but it was still right where it was in the beginning. And so when the fuel bill to take the brats back and forth from school started to really hurt his pocket, he had a brilliant idea. Let's just put in a mix of cheap beer and nuclear waste into my engine and see what happens! So he did. He had been doing so for barely three days before the terrigen mists set in. The nuclear bus attracted the ghost like fingers of the mist, inhaling it into it's engine and sinking into the metal. Caleb had just noticed a mist outside, and thought it a little strange, but had thought no more of it that one of nature's mysteries. Until the next day, nobody really thought of it at all. Just a strange mist.
Of course, the one's who had been in the mist at night thought a little more of it. For instance, Grade 9 of Opal Primary thought a little more of it. The grade niners, who numbered 14 all in all, were having a campfire outside. Like all kids who gre up in the bush, they knew how to light a fire. So when 14 kids who know how to light a fire pitch in to make a big fire, the result was spectacular. Josephine and Joseph, little pyromaniacs they were, sprinkled weird power all over the fire and it burst into different colours. They were only allowed to do this after damper, s'mores and marshmallows had been roasted, though. And then the weird mist had set in. It had curled around the fire, kept at bay by the crackling flames. The singing had stopped, then, reduced to little whispers and snippets of conversation. Then when Jack had stood up to leave, the others had, too. They left faster and jerkier than they intended, moving quickly to their homes.
Nobody snuffed out the fire. The mist did it for them. After they left, it doused the fire and continued after the children. Jack was first to fall. She fell underneath a gum tree, woozily falling to the ground. She cracked her head on a rock, because a fall from her height was no joke. And the cocoon formed around her.
Budda was second. Then the twins. And after that, the mist got the others too. The waste sped up the process. And they didn't talk to their families, when they finally got home. they probably had just been drunk, because no way in heck would any sober, sane person be attacked by mist. But as they fell asleep, foggy mist still in their brain slid away the memory, disregarding it as unimportant.
(15 June, 2017)
Driving was hard. So hard. The steering wheel jerked and pulled away under his hands, and the brake seemed to escape his foot. As did the acceleration. But then he found the brake! And so, he stomped down on it hard. And the bus jerked forward. It was funny. He immediately took his foot off the brake, but the bus kept speeding up. In fact, the bush around them started to waver from old gumtrees to pulsating lights. And then the bus popped into reality somewhere else. In space, to be precise.
Well, crap.
AN : Sorry, I don't plan on introducing the avengers anytime soon. Maybe the chapter after next? Any suggestions as to what planets/dimensions/timelines I should take the magic bus to ate welcome.
