Hi everyone. I hope you enjoy my story. I hope you like the first chapter. This is for you Jas hun! Good luck with your exams! Love you lil sis! As always with each of my stories I will post a warning with it. Warning: Boyxboy, Swearing, scenes of violence and ratings may be turned up later.

Original characters: Jasmine, Harry, Kenneth, Thomas, Caleb

Enjoy!

People say that the natural instincts for survival are what drive us so much to succeed and live our life. The natural instinct to survive no matter what the costs... But what would happen if our strongest instinct came into clash with our strongest sense.

What happens when the only thing stopping you from living is the most addictive drug that anyone and everyone takes in their life?

That is to say: Adrenaline.

Our story begins one misty morning in May.

The morning light was dark and restrained by the thick and heavy mist as a figure laid back, sprawled over the bed.

The silver stars slowly began to fade over the crest of the hill risen trees, as they broke past the horizon mountains of hills and leaf canvas. The dark clouds were circling, almost as though they were forming an eye over the large island that sat by the outskirts of the vast and unexplored ocean. Towering trees stood as solitary as the king's guard as they surrounded the lonely, large storey home.

Two perfect circles.

A lake of the flooded lower clambering over growth of the forest, which had crawled far from the mightiest storm the island had seen in the last recent ten years, and yet it glistened, needing only the smallest bit of light to shine like a diamond.

Land met water.

Sea met sky.

It was almost just like a Disney film as slowly the figure sat up in the four poster bed. Slowly they moved their fingers across the smooth oak framing almost like they had never seen it before... as though everything in the room was strange and new to them. The satin quilt slowly fell from around their bare waist as they moved back the curtain of the bed and stepped onto the cold and desolate marble floor. A shiver ran up their spine as they trembled through the usual knife stabbing aches and pains. In the early light, lines of intense and strong muscle over their trained and hard body. Their pale finger tips wrapped around a thick blanket nearby as they stared at the sky hypnotized.

They reached out their hand and gently curled their curious fingers around the blistering cold empty, colourless metal which he had stumbled onto through the double French glazed windows, the black iron balcony railing and marble balcony. Their eyes widened as they stared deeply across the awakening morning.

The figure shifted slightly as the air ran over its bare chest for someone so dark and barren inside... they had no taste for the cold... well, not unless they were speeding through it.

As the light set in the room, it became clearer to see there it was a boy. His soft hazelnut hair fell over desolate, cold, strange eyes as he slowly swayed towards the balcony, eyes as startling blue as the bluest summer sky, if not even more so. As the dying moonlight hit him, streaks and locks of soft brown could made out of the mess of hazelnut wisp hair, his eyes were greatly unfocused and an almost impossible colour to recognise, in the most lightest and darkest to changing of turquoise. He panted sightly as he grabbed hold of the railings. His long fur quilt was wrapped firmly around his waist as it trailed behind him, the white tiger print looks so pale against his warm skin.

The branch slowly rested in his palm as a green bud began to blossom into a lilly. He stared at it hypnotised by the beauty it possessed. The wind just buffeted the branch further into his hand.

His turquoise eyes regarded the texture carefully. Observing each change in the shade of the plant. He looked over the plant as an artist would look at his masterpiece.

Rain began to soon pour as he looked down at the shrivelling petals in the distant trees, each one of them slowly began to crumble away as they became nothing but broken pieces on the breeze. But his eyes locked onto something a lot more hypnotising in the sky. The undistinguishable blur and loud roar which rocketed past him, as it went coursing along the length of the sky. The sharp outline of the jet barely viewable in the dawn's embrace. It looked so plausible and at right form with the night.

But still he just stood there... His eyes hidden now between dank locks of hair which masked his face.

In the astonishing, revealing and selective light of the early morning it was quite clear to see the throbbing veins beneath the pale and exhausted skin. The light only seemed to shine on him for a moment, attempting to bring some warmth to his bones but failed as it sank behind and expanding and dark cloud cover. He caught his breath as his hands curled tightly around the balcony. The petals in the trees all began to whip past him as his hair fell across his face, now nothing but lanky batched of wet locks.

Still though he didn't care. He couldn't do anything but just stare brilliantly with those changing ocean blue eyes after the object of his ambitions. The vision of his interests. The path of his future. Thundering through the skies with the elegance of a mighty eagle and soaring to the rescue of those who would need his aid. To fight for those who could not fight for themselves. It was the path which his life had been aimed down towards since his father had first came back from his on duty tour.

It was his fate... no his duty. It was his duty to go out there and serve his part for all those who needed help.

And he would give his life to his duty.

Just as he did right now. He saved those who others would give up for dead.

As much as it exhausted him, he would never give up. His ambition and drive wouldn't allow him to do it.

The sound of a door outside his room creaked into life along with footsteps onto the landing. It was quiet, barely noticeable if you weren't paying attention to it. But he had to smile at how soft the footsteps were in being considerate for him, careful not to wake him should he be asleep. "Another day." He lent forward onto the railing, his chest and torso pushing out slightly to reveal the deeply toned muscle of a six pack on the smooth peachy skin. "Another rescue." His silky voice carried out onto the soft wind which swirled over the island tree skyline.

-Break-

After finally waking up slowly, he pulled on some tracksuit bottoms. The soft grey material hung low, revealing the intense lining to his sculpted body, but not enough that it would show what hid beneath the cloth. The air was cool and crisp as it roamed across his skin, planting small kisses of nipping cold which seemed to help him wake up all the more. But it didn't help as he moved down the stairs as his eyes moved around absently, still painted with the dreams of the night. He was in low His hand moved down the smooth oak, wooden banister as he walked down the spiral staircase onto the marble floor.

He stumbled into the kitchen and just as he felt the floor slip away beneath him. A sturdy pair of hands caught him gently and set him down on the stool before tucking him into the table as breakfast was set down for him. "I thought you were still sleeping Scott." A voice chided to him with a soft chuckle. "Otherwise I wouldn't have spent half my morning sneaking around on my blooming tip toes trying to avoid waking you up!"

Scott slowly looked up from rubbing the sleep out of his eyes and lent back on the stool. He rose an eyebrow as he took in the sight of the thin figured boy in front of him. He had a spiked mess of dirty blond colour hair, though it moved and resembled fresh spun silk while tones of brown were blended among the sunlight kissed locks. His skin was lightly pale though Scott avoided the direct look of the bright blue eyes as they pierced into him.

He generously took the coffee and felt it's warmth kindle his hands. Taking a deep sip of the scolding drink he let out a soft gasp. His lip dripping ever so slightly as their pale colour stood out. "It's not my fault Alan. I'm not some china doll you know?" He shrugged. "It's just that I've been called out quite a lot lately. It's becoming even harder to sleep." He kept his gaze low as Alan lent across the counter and rose a questioning eyebrow. Scott threw his hands behind his head and sighed exasperated.
"Well." Alan began quietly. "Maybe I could-"
"Don't even think about it Kiddo." Scott grinned, watching how Alan frowned deeply and threw his arms out. His shirt lopsided down his skinny form and the boy just stared desperately on to his older brother.
"Scott come on! I've done the training! I've logged the time! I can do it! You just have to give me a chance!"

Scott grinned deeper. "You're just too young right now Alan. You need to grow up a bit, then you can come across some of the more difficult missions." He said coolly.

Alan slid his shirt back up from the shoulder it had slipped down slightly and played slightly with the hem of his shorts. He hated when Scott managed to always act older and maturer than him. "You know." He growled bitterly. "You're not dad." He growled quietly and glared down Scott.

He regretted saying the words immediately as Scott slumped ever so slightly more, running his fingers through his hair with complete exhaustion. His eyes were set with a older maturity which didn't belong in someone young like him. He was far to young to feel such a great burden and pain of expectation. But now that their father was... after their fathers accident. He had to step up as the confident one. Between him and John, they carried the hope in the family to keep going. To fight the good fight and to carry on saving those who needed their help. "Alan... I would never want to replace dad. You know that."

Blue eyes met blue eyes.

"I don't want you going out there yet because you will get hurt. I can't have you getting injured. Train and get stronger, then we will talk about you taking on more responsibility. You're still just a kid." He said the last bit softly and watched the hope in Alan's eyes freeze over for the moment. "We all have our part to play, we all need to make sure that we're top of our game."
"Oh. Like you are now?"

Alan had already eaten his own small breakfast and was just about to head off for the shower, but something in Scott's eyes played about which drew his curiosity out. The way that Scott seemed to be having no real focus. His eyes dancing with something cold and sad. The same thing that Alan saw whenever he looked into the mirror at his reflection. But his older brother wasn't even eating much! He was pecking at the food and breaking it apart on his plate. Taking small, stolen nibbles but he looked as though that simple gesture was an exertion to him.

Alan tilted his head ever so slightly and looked over Scott. He hadn't been in any other fights by the looks of it. A few dark bags hid under his eyes from lack of sleep. He looked exhausted.

ThunderBird one hadn't seen much rest lately. Working over time to try and keep up with the amount of chaos which was being set off around the world.

It was like all of a sudden, chaos had woken up and decided to try and claw the world apart, piece by piece.

The exertion was starting to showing across them all.

Alan had been scouring through the outer atmosphere, trying to stop stealth mines from going off and attacking convoys.

Scott had been pouring through the world, hitting country after country to keep up.

Virgil was still passed out in his bed, trying to sleep off a twenty four hour day.

To be honest, Alan was still surprised to see that Scott's eyes were open.

He cautiously reached out as his brother moved the plate across to see replays of the news on his holo-wrist cuff.

The scene played out over and over again. Warehouses and oil rigs, ignited into infernos. Avalanches burying people under impossibly deep depths. Buildings collapsing into the streets of various cities, burying hundreds of people if not killing them. "I just don't get it." He shook his head. Scott couldn't get it into his mind, just what exactly was going on. The amount of disasters happening was unnatural. Strong new building becoming rubble? Jets crashing out the sky? Various ships hitting sea mines which should have been gone over a hundred years ago? It just seemed so... precise.

Each building was struck perfectly and fell in a precise way.

Each inferno came from a new hunger in the biggest tanks in each rigging.

He frowned deeper, zooming in, trying to spot anything. But with every scene, it was just the same.

The clouds were dark like a storm and covered the majority of the sky. It made it impossible to see what was behind them. Then again, no jet or ship, even the Thunderbirds, could fly through a horrific storm like the ones which churned up around the accidents. "They always happen during a massive storm." Alan noted Scott's thoughts, watching the latest video of a oil rig explosion.

Scott span the image to get a 3-D imprint to examine. "I just don't get it. Fifteen explosions at the riggings. Each one goes up in flames faster than we can make it there. Even Thunderbird one can't get there as fast as it takes to collapse! But by the time we get there. Each person has been evacuated, are in life rafts or wake up in hospital with no recollection of what happened." He tapped his fingers across the table. Watching over and over how it went up in flames without any aid.

One second fine, the next it goes up in an inferno!

Alan however seemed to pause for a moment. "Scott, how did it explode?" He wondered, but just watched his brother scowl a bit deeper.
"That's just the thing Alan! We don't know." He sighed and curled his fingers into his hair. Almost looking like an obsessed man as he stared at the video feed. "The numbers from inside the station show that everything was fine. John studied the platform itself, it was clear of any defects... up to-"
"Up to the moment it exploded." Alan nodded, staring down at the image. "Scott?" He looked at his brother. "Where did the fire start?" He stared at the image feed as Scott rewound it and focused it onto a various range of large four tanks at the mid section of the rig.

His finger traced the outline. "The waves?" Alan guessed.
"Gordon said the sea was completely still." Scott frowned. "Which in itself is strange considering the storm above it." He shook his head. "The tanks were raised high enough anyway that they couldn't be hit by them." The elder brother waves his hand over the image and showed the outline of the structure. "It's strong enough to take the bearing of any storm which hit it." He grabbed the image and threw it out to make it larger in front of them.
"Hey what's that!"

Scott shot his eyes to where Alan was pointing. "Oh Alan!" He scolded. "That's just the eye of the storm."

A small open circle remained perfectly around the zone above the oil rig. Though the clouds were behaving weirdly... almost like they were being pushed into that shape instead of naturally occurring. No. It was probably just his imagination going wild. Or at least he wouldn't know fully.

Brains was down stairs trying to sleep off the exhaustion of constantly adapting their ships to be able to fly in these conditions.

At least for once, this morning have given them a break. Maybe they could get some rest and-

"Thunderbird five to Tracey Island! Are you there!"

Scott face palmed and ground to himself as he turned and put on a smile for his brother who was half floating in the air. His eyes were bleary and heavy with sleep so John's outline was a bit fuzzy to him. But there he was. Blue eyed and warm rusty blond hair.

Why did their family have a lot of blue eyes?

Apparently it came from their mother... bless her soul.

John was floating half in his hologram state. His face beaded with stress as he too seemed to be bearing the weight of the calls, if not even worse than those on the ground. "Scott? Is that you?"
"Go ahead John. We can hear you."

He tossed the holo-cuff aside to Alan as he walked over slowly and stood in front of his brother.

Alan waved to his brother but soon went back to searching among the image for any clues. His ears were pegged open to listen to any and all details of what was going on.

"Scott we got a problem. Something has happened... in London." John seemed almost out of breath? "I'm trying to get a lock on the reports but they're hard to get to for some reason. But the moment I can, they come in a wave and nearly, completely over load the systems!"
"John you're doing good." Scott said calmly.
"It's big beg in London. It's gone up in flames. The structure is failing. As well as the millennium eye. They're going to collapse if you don't do something quick."
"Understood John." Scott sighed and hit his fist into a nearby wall, triggering the alarm system across the rooms. "We're going to need Thunderbird one and two. I can get there and diagnose the damage. Virgil-"

Said brother slowly stumbled into the room. Rubbing sleep out of his eyes as the brown haired and deep puppy dog brown eyed brother groaned.

"Can bring Gordon and pod four. I can try and stabilise any fires or damage myself."
"F-A-B Scott." John sighed and looked between his brothers who looked less than barely conscious with exhaustion. "I'll send word you're on your way."

Scott moved quickly over to the lamps against the end of the wall.

Alan frowned as he looked at the tanks. Staring at them in depth as he watched the explosion happen in slow motion. "SCOTT! WAIT!"

"Thunderbirds are go." Scott stated as he pulled down the lever of the lamps. The platform beneath him turning to gear up.

Alan stared back at the image as his brothers began their descent to their ships. Virgil stumbling to the entrance.

The image... Alan couldn't understand it, but it was there in front of his eyes.

He watched in slow motion as the tanks bent slowly inwards on one spot before imploding outwards...

Something had hit them?

"What the hell?" He frowned, watching the image replay the evidence over and over again.

Were these disasters... planned?