Prologue
11 years ago...
It was like every other time, where Isaac would expectantly wait for his mother to come home after hearing that she was coming back.
"Is Mom going to be home soon," Isaac asked his father expectantly.
"Yes Isaac," Harold told his son, "your mom will be back home soon. She just finished up some business in Japan, and-" he was cut off when the phone rang, and he picked it up.
"Hello," Harold asked, wondering who could be calling at this time. "Gray," he said in interest at the caller, "is that you...? Why are you calling...?"
Harold had everything explained to him, and his eyes widened with disbelief. "Good lord," Harold said openly, slightly scaring Isaac, who grabbed his father's leg and asked: "Dad, what's wrong?"
"It's...nothing, Isaac," He lied. "Go up to your room, this is a private conversation."
"Does it have to do with Mom?"
"...I'll tell you later. Just go up to your room."
Isaac did as he was told reluctantly, and he went up the stairs, and Harold resumed conversation. Isaac waited in his room, until his father finally came upstairs.
"Isaac," Harold said.
"Yes, dad," Isaac said, expecting to hear the whole story.
"...An...accident occurred at your mother's job, and...your mother won't be coming by for a few days."
"Is she all right," Isaac asked, his eyes shaking in fear, and the feeling came back; an unknown sense and feeling of energy, as it did whenever he experience intense worry, fear or anger lately.
"...I hope she is."
-
A few days later, Olivia's SUV drove up to the driveway, with Harold and Isaac waiting expectantly. The door opened, and Harold cringed as he saw his wife's state of disrepair: her arms were wrapped up in bandages, and were still bleeding from the looks of them, and she was bandaged around other places as well, some which were still bleeding, but not as heavily as the arms. "MOM," Isaac screamed, running towards her as she stumbled from her injuries, but Harold grabbed him by the shoulder and turned him towards him.
"Isaac, calm down," Harold said, and his feeling came back again., "calm down and go back inside."
"But Mom is-" Isaac yelled, tears coming from his eyes, but Harold interuppted him.
"Is going to be all right," Harold told him, "now go back to the house, while I and my friend take care of your mother."
Isaac nodded weakly, and he ran back to the house, leaving a trail of tears as he went.
-
Isaac had been intensely worried ever since his mother came back in her condition, and his dad wouldn't let him near his Mom's roon for the moment while he and his friend discussed, but that didn't stop him from listening in from the door. What he heard, he wished he didn't.
"Sousuke Miyabe," Harold said angrily, "how did he become so monstrous?"
"I don't know," Gray said, "but I still can remember his demon red eyes and maniacal laugh as he tore through the Center personnel, injured Olivia, nearly killed Colin, and...my god, his own parents too. What kind of a person would do that to their own family, all to protect his little sister, Tatsuki?"
Isaac had heard enough to unnerve him, and left. Mom wasn't in an accident, he thought to himself, as he sat on his bed, someone tried to murder her. Miyabe...I won't forget that name ever.
-
Seeing his father and his friend gone from the room, Isaac quietly snuck down to his mother's room, and opened the door. "M-mom," he said weakly, waking up his mother.
"Hello Isaac," she said, noticing her son in the room.
"Are...are you all right?"
"Of course I am," Oli said encouragingly to her son, "I just need some rest."
"Miyabe...," Isaac said angrily, "this Sousuke Miyabe tried to kill you and Uncle Colin, didn't he?!"
Olivia simply looked at her son in shock. Was he listening in all that time? Or did he only hear the part about the people Sousuke killed?
"I...I don't want Uncle Colin to die," he cried, as he snuggled up to his mother's side, "and I hate seeing you like this."
"Colin won't die," Olivia said, putting an arm around her son, "and I'll be better soon."
"Please stay Mommy," Isaac begged, "I don't want you to get hurt again. Don't go back to Japan."
Olivia whimpered a little as well; it was the first time in a while that Isaac called her Mommy. It brought back fond memories of when Isaac was younger, and was always excited to see her home again. She ruffled her son's silver hair, and smiled. "Isaac...do you mind if you sleep with me tonight? I need the company."
Isaac nodded, and he soon fell asleep by his mother's side.
-
Over the next few weeks, his mother got better, and she left back for work, and Colin came by later, who had succeeded in surviving his ordeal, and visited Isaac to tell him that he was all right. However, his father was left to deal with another problem: Isaac's nightmares.
It began the night after his mother left, and his father decided to keep an eye on him as he slept, as he suspected that what his wife went through may have left a sort of psychological impact on Isaac. Unfortunately, he was right, as at some point around ten o'clock, Isaac started to toss and turn, which was unusual for him, being such a sound sleeper. He immediately went to his son's side, and felt his temperature. His temperature was sky-rocketing, and Harold could have sworn he was starting to sweat, and Isaac felt that feeling coming back, even stronger than before.
Before it could grow stronger, his body snapped up like a jackknife, as he screamed: "MOM!"
Shortly afterwards, Isaac began to cry, and Harold walked over, and sat down on the bed, putting his arms around Isaac as he did so.
"It's okay Isaac," Harold said to him, "it was just a nightmare. It never happened. It never happened."
"Don't leave me, Mom." Isaac whimpered to no one in particular. "Don't die...don't die."
Harold now understood his son's distress, and did his best to comfort his son.
-
A while later, Harold woke up again with bags under his eyes, as lately, he had been dealing with Isaac's continuous nightmares night after night. He didn't suspect though, how much it would alter his life.
"How are you doing Isaac," Harold asked his son, who simply stared down at his cereal.
"...Not fine at all," Isaac said, placing his face in his hands, "those nightmares...no matter how many time you tell me it is just a nightmare, they just keep on coming back the next night."
"Look Isaac," Harold said, "we were hoping you wouldn't hear about Sousuke, and-" he was interrupted when all of a sudden, the door was blown off its hinges.
"What the-" Isaac yelled, but his father appeared at his side in moments, and took him out of the chair, and hid him nearby. "Dad, what's going on?!"
"I don't know," Harold said, "But stay in here, and don't come out!"
Saying so, his father closed the door to the closet, leaving him in the dark.
-
After a few minutes of silence, Isaac heard the blast of something being shot, and his father's scream as wood broke, but he listened to his dad, and hid in the closet, forced to hear the conflict outside, as flashes of energies came through the door. Dad, he thought scared, what's happening out there, and why are these men after you?
He hid in the closet for five minutes, and everything went quiet.
Whatever light was coming from the crack, was immediately obscured, as a shape opened the door, and Isaac found himself staring into gold, unfeeling eyes, with evidence of bleeding. "There you are."
Isaac tried to struggle, but the man grabbed Isaac by the throat, lifted him up, and tossed him to the ground, where he saw his father battered and bleeding, and memories of his mother's condition surfaced, and his breathing quickened.
"ISAAC," Harold yelled, and he ran to his son, only to be knocked back by another man in an armoured suit.
"It's too late Harold," the other man said, who took his helmet off, showing shadow black hair. "You have been outmatched from the start. Unlike you, we are unafraid of severely wounding our opponents."
In response, the older hit Isaac across the face, who stumbled over and started to bleed from the blow, and tears ran down his face from the pain..
"BASTARD!" Harold roared, and forced the second agent out of the way, only to find that the first had a gun pointed squarely at Harold.
"Too slow," the man stated, and he blew a hole through Harold's shoulder, forcing him onto the ground.
-
Isaac could only look on helplessly as the bullet tore through his father's shoulder, and he fell to the ground as his blood splattered across Isaac's face. He couldn't explain it: he was in a firey trance of rage, as all of the events that have happened played through his mind. First, Sousuke nearly killed his mother and Colin; the nightmares night after night; and now his father was bleeding, with a hole through his shoulder, barely alive. The two men stood over him, and the one who shot Isaac's father pointed the gun down again, prepping to end his life. Isaac snapped, the image of a white and black phoenix flashed in his mind, and he blacked out.
-
But just as he blacked out, something unexpected happened; his sight came back again, and he was screaming fiercely, and a bright light seemed to glow from him, blinding his father, and the two men in black. When everything cleared, something seemed different about himself. For one, he felt something he never felt before...power; raw, uncorrupted, and absolute power. Suddenly he didn't feel fear anymore...only anger; pure, controlled anger, directed at the men who dared to hurt his father.
"What the...!!" The first man said, pointing his gun at Isaac. "This kid...this monster...he's finally come to."
He didn't understand why they called him a monster. Frankly, he didn't care. "Isaac, run!" Harold shouted.
Isaac simply glared at his father, and said: "No. Not this time. I won't have anyone hurt those I care about get away with it."
His father was put off; the tone his son used was frigid and cold. He wasn't scared at all, and he showed no emotion on his face as he stared back at the armoured man with the gun.
"Don't look at me freak!" And he fired.
The response was instantaneous, as the blue energy formed a semi-barrier directly in the path of the bullet, and it disintegrated instantly.
"Is that all?" Isaac said coldly. Isaac focused his mind, and immediately, a blue arc of electromagnetic energy lashed out from...and sliced the man's arm clean off from the shoulder, and the arm fell dead to the ground with the gun, as the man screamed in pain.
-
Isaac jack-knifed out of bed, gasping for breath, and his wound acted up again, forcing him back down. The dream, Isaac thought, it is almost like the one I used to have as a kid. The first time around, it only involved mother, but after that incident with those men in black armour, it began to include my dad. But now it is different; that scene at the end...I have no recollection of it all, but it felt so real. Why? Why is this happening night after night? Hoping to think more about it later, he went to sleep again.
-
Unbeknownst to Isaac, his father was watching right outside of his room with Olivia. For the past few nights, Harold had been sensing Isaac's power rise and fall night after night, and finally decided to see what it was. As he had feared, somehow his nightmare had resurfaced, and with now came a resurgence of his power. Not enough to affect his surroundings, but enough to trigger the signs of power: obsidian hair, and ruby red eyes.
"And this has been happening for the past few nights now," Olivia asked her husband in concern.
"...Yes," Harold said in regret, "and this time, we won't be able to hide it much longer."
"So the rising power," a voice called out, "it has been Isaac."
Harold and Olivia turned around to find a Japanese girl shorter than Isaac, having a near polar appearance to Isaac, with shadow black hair and mahogany eyes, which sometimes looked like an ominous red. Harold knew that Tatsuki was coming, due to sensing her approach, so he was prepared to explain.
"Yes, it has been. I don't know how, but the unsealing of his power seems to have sparked his nightmares again. I'm not sure, but his nightmares always seemed to cut off at a scene where the two of us are dead. But this time...I'm not sure. When his power first manifested, he used it to cut a Black Ops agent's arm clean off from the shoulder, and he blacked out with no memory of it. I wonder now...if he's remembering that through the dream, and that is causing the change?"
"Maybe," Tatsuki reasoned.
"We made sure he didn't remember," Olivia told Tatsuki, "and we sealed the ability away, to guarantee it, so that he could live a normal life. But now that it is starting to re-manifest, it won't be long until he finds out about it."
"I just hope that it doesn't ocurr in a similar situation to when he was six," Harold said in concern. "As a child, he just managed to cut off a man's arm. Now that he's seventeen...he's as powerful as Sousuke, and if that power is let loose...who knows what could happen."
