A/N: The time has finally come! Total Drama Heroes begins now!
OC's: Gary Grayson (mine)
Rex Blazeman (mine)
Coco Daman (cocodaman5454)
Alex Langston (Vesren at TV dot com)
CHAPTER 1: GENESIS
Speaking in Japanese
NEW YORK CITY, NEW YORK – BUILDING ROOFTOP – DAY
Trent stood at the edge of the building. As he looked down upon the people of New York, everything else just seemed so insignificant. He looked about to see what was at eye level, and saw nothing of any real importance. He spread his arms out, taking one last look below him. He leaned forward and began to plummet down to earth. But he then swept right back up, floating in mid-air. He began to soar upward towards the sky. He was flying, honest to goodness flying.
Or so he thought…
NEW YORK CITY, NEW YORK – COLLINS PENTHOUSE – DAY
"Hey Trent, how's my dad doing?"
Trent's eyes snapped open. His dream of flying was just that, nothing more than a dream of what he wished he could do. He had had that dream before, wishing, hoping, that one day it would come true. A lot of his dreams did.
But he was not living one of them. He was a male nurse, taking care of a sick patient. A Mr. Collins, and the person talking to him was Mr. Collins's daughter, Izzy Collins.
"Sorry," Izzy said, "did I scare you? I have that effect on people."
"No." Trent responded. "It's just that I keep having this amazing dream every time I close my eyes, and… never mind. Your dad's doing fine; I'm just reading him the stock page. He likes it when I do that. I think he's having good luck."
"I doubt it. But thanks Trent, you're really like a son to him." Izzy said.
"Which would make you like my sister? There's a scary thought. But anyway, he's doing fine, a week or so, and he should be conscious again."
"You're really gifted, Trent." Izzy said.
"Just doing my job. How are things with your new boyfriend?" Trent asked.
"Good."
"Good. I'm going to change his IV."
Izzy left.
MADRAS, INDIA – CLASSROOM – 3 DAYS AGO
A man was standing before what appeared to be a college class giving a lecture about the evolution of man. Strangely however, he didn't look that much older than they did. The professor's name was Noah Richards, and he graduated from High School and College early, and with honors.
"You see class, man is very narcissistic. We may have colonized every corner of the planet, but we are not the pinnacle of evolution that we claim to be. That honor goes to the mighty cockroach. Cockroaches are able to live months without food, survive without their heads, and are resistant to radiation. If you say that God created a creature in his own image, I would respond with 'Then God is a cockroach.'" Noah droned.
Most of the class did not chuckle at their teacher's attempt at a joke.
"Sorry." Noah resumed. "That might have been uncalled for. Now as I was saying, man supposedly only uses ten percent of his brain. Perhaps if we used more, we would be closer to God's image. Or perhaps that day has already come. The Human Genome Project is beginning to find that certain strands of DNA are making leaps and bounds with human capability and…"
Noah saw one of his father's friends by the door.
"I'm sorry," he said, "I've kept you longer than I should have. Go on home."
The class left. Noah went up to talk to his friend.
"I know, I know. I'm starting to sound as crazy as my dad. But crazy as his theory is… I don't know, something about it… just seems right."
"It's not that, Noah. It's your father. He's…" his friend began.
"He's what?"
"He's dead, Noah."
MADRAS, INDIA – STREET – RAINY DAY (STILL 3 DAYS AGO)
"Driving a taxi in New York is dangerous, Noah." said the same friend who gave Noah the bad news about his father.
"I spoke to my father 2 days ago," Noah said, "he was convinced someone was after him, his research."
"That's insane! He abandoned his family and went halfway across the planet to chase a wild theory?"
Noah kept up a hurried pace.
"Why are you going to America, anyway?"
"To get to his apartment, so that I can find his research. He was close to finding the first evolved human. A Patient Zero, if you will. This man supposedly tracked him to Queens, New York."
"Your father was insane. Why are you holding on to his theory so desperately?"
"I want to know how and why he died! And I need to finish the research."
Noah walked off in a huff, and whispered, "It couldn't have all been for nothing."
NEW YORK CITY, NEW YORK – MR. RICHARDS'S APARTMENT – DAY
As Noah walked into his father's apartment, he paused in respect. He looked around to see what remained of his father. He put down his bags. He walked over to his father's work desk, and saw two things that stood out. One was a pair of sunglasses on top of a book, and the other was a large accordion folder.
Noah opened the accordion folder. Inside there were many files. One file was labeled HUMAN FLIGHT POTENTIAL, one labeled ADVANCED CELLUAR REGENERATION, and another one labeled TELEPORTATION.
Noah looked to the desk again and saw a picture of his father at his graduation. He thought back to that day. His father was proud of him, for what Noah felt like the first time ever. Noah was more determined than ever to finish the research.
He walked to the back of the apartment and saw a large map, with several notes attached via thumbtack. Noah took down the notes and began to read them.
He heard a phone ring, and then heard someone pick up. As Noah heard it coming from the wall, he placed his ear to the wall to try and hear the conversation.
"Yes. I'm at Mr. Richards's apartment. He left everything but the computer. I know it was my mission to find the data file. I'm sorry. I'll call you if I find any new information. Yeah, get a team in here, and destroy all the evidence."
Noah was thunderstruck. He wondered if this man had anything to do with his father's death. He took a quick photo of the map. He took the file folder and the camera and ran out of the apartment as fast as he could.
The man walked out after Noah left. He was wearing a white shirt, jeans and a cowboy hat. He walked over to the table and looked at the sunglasses on the table. He put them on…
…because they were his sunglasses.
LAS VEGAS, NEVADA – LINDSAY GRAYSON'S BEDROOM – PRESENT DAY
Lindsay was on her bed performing for a camera. The camera was linked up to a live video feed to a dirty website called vivalaslindsay dot com.
A/N: It's not a real website you pervs!
Lindsay walked over to her computer and typed something in.
Time's up.
TheMan-San: More please
39 bucks.
TheMan-San: Bitch.
TheMan-San has logged off.
She turned off her computer. She walked over to her mirror. For a brief moment it seemed like there were two reflections.
/Later/
Lindsay awoke on the ground, fully clothed, and with a massive headache.
She walked out of her room, and began looking for her son, Gary. He was nowhere to be found.
"Gary? Gary where are you?!"
She found him in the living room, and he appeared to be operating on his computer.
"Gary, please don't do that to me. Just try to be aware of how concerned I am about you."
"Sorry Mom." Gary said.
"What are you doing anyway?"
"My computer's logic board was bad, so I'm building a new one."
"Has anyone ever told you you're the smartest kid on the planet?"
"You, nearly everyday." Gary joked.
Lindsay picked up something on the table and looked at it strangely. "What's this thing?"
"A pinhole camera, so we can see the eclipse later today."
"You ready?"
"I'm up, I'm dressed, what have you been doing this morning?"
"Paying our bills."
"Oh, that's why our gas got shut off."
The doorbell rang furiously. Lindsay panicked.
"Wait by the backdoor, honey."
Gary left the living room, taking his stuff with him. Lindsay looked out the window. Two large, burly men were waiting outside her house. One of them began to put gloves on. She instantly got the impression they were thugs.
Lindsay ran out to the backyard, Gary followed. Lindsay looked across the wall. The thugs had broken her door in. She and Gary got into the car. Lindsay drove away.
ODESSA, TEXAS – OLD MINING STRUCTURE – DAY
"C'mon Cody, what's taking so long?" Gwen asked.
"Sorry Gwen, your camera's a little different from mine."
Gwen and Cody were outside an old abandoned mine. Gwen had paid Cody, her semi-friend/acquaintance from school to film her doing something. Exactly what it was he was filming and why Gwen needed to do this at the abandoned mine, Cody didn't know.
"Alright, Gwen, the camera's ready."
"Good." Gwen said.
Gwen began to walk inside the old mine. Cody waited for a few minutes and nothing happened. He had begun to lay on his back and closed his eyes in order to relax. He slowly began to drift away to sleep.
"Cody!" he heard someone yell.
It was Gwen. She had somehow gotten to the top of the mountain the mine had been built into, a good 70 or 80 feet in the air.
"Sorry Gwen! Hey what are you doing up there anyway?"
Gwen didn't answer. She walked away from the edge of the cliff.
"Gwen? What are you doing?"
"Is the camera rolling?"
"Yeah, but…"
Gwen ran to the edge of the cliff and jumped off. She plummeted down into the dirt and hit the ground with a loud thud.
"OH MY GOD!" Cody screamed.
Gwen was heavily bleeding, her arm at an awkward angle, her shoulder dislocated.
"OH MY GOD! SHE'S DEAD! OH MY GOD! AND I HAVE FOOTAGE OF IT! OH MY GOD!"
"Cody, calm down."
Gwen snapped her arm back into her socket. She got back up on her own. Cracks could be heard in her bones. Her open bleeding wounds healing themselves before Cody's very eyes.
"Are we still rolling?"
"Yes." Cody said nervously.
"Once again, I have performed an act that someone shouldn't be able to live through. And yet again, I come out unharmed. Why can I do this? What does this mean about me? I don't know the answers to these questions, but I do know this…
My Name is Gwen Carter, and this was attempt number 6."
NEW YORK CITY, NEW YORK – BUILDING ROOFTOP – DAY
Trent spread his arms, and leaned forward once again. Once again he began to fall, and once again, he began to fly.
But this time, he saw someone he knew. His old buddy from High School, Alex Langston.
NEW YORK CITY, NEW YORK – BACKSEAT OF A TAXI – DAY
Trent's eyes snapped open again. Once again, he was just dreaming that he could fly. Outside of the cab, he saw a poster reading: ALEX LANGSTON FOR CONGRESS. He smiled when he saw the face of his old friend, proud that his life was going so well.
But he was a little jealous that his life was not as good.
"You get out here, right?" the driver said.
"Yeah," Trent said, "thanks."
Trent got out of the cab. It drove away.
NEW YORK CITY, NEW YORK – ALEX'S CAMPAIGN HEADQUARTERS – DAY
Alex was on the phone finishing up a conversation. He saw Trent and said, "Mr. McClean, I'll have to call you back."
He got up and grabbed his briefcase. He walked out of his office. Trent followed.
"No hello for an old friend?" Trent asked.
"No time, Trent. I'm late for a fundraiser and a meeting."
"Remember the dreams about flying I had in school? I'm having them again. You were in the last couple, so I decided to find you."
Alex handed Trent his briefcase. "Hold this please. They were dreams in school, and they're dreams now, Trent."
"Yeah, but every now and again, when I walk my feet hover instead of hitting the ground. For like a split second. I really think I can fly."
"If you can fly, then jump off the Brooklyn Bridge and see what happens."
"Shouldn't I start with something a little lower?" Trent asked, seriously. "I think it's like learning to walk."
They walked outside.
"Trent, you need to see a doctor. Get some medication for your head or something. Now I need to focus, I'm losing this election."
"This isn't about you. I think you're the only person that'll understand this."
"Why in hell would I understand you thinking you can fly?"
"Because you're my friend." Trent's phone rang. "Yeah mom. What? Arrested? For shoplifting?" Trent hung up. "Want to come with me?"
"I guess."
ODESSA, TEXAS – DIRT ROAD – DAY
"I'm really depressed." Gwen said.
"Why? You're indestructible. That's like the coolest thing that ever happened in this town." Cody responded.
"Not if nobody finds out."
"Hey, why'd you want me to film you?"
"Why not? I'd like one friend when I stop being popular."
To the contrary of your first impression of Gwen when you'd see her, she was actually a popular kid. She was actually a cheerleader, at her parents' begging.
"My life is over." She continued. "Bishop game's next week, SATs in October, homecoming 3 weeks from now. Oh, and I'm a freak of nature! I've busted near every bone in my body, stabbed myself in the chest, and shoved steel rods in my neck. Nothing works."
"Your ribs are showing."
Gwen's ribs were sticking out of her chest. She never even noticed.
"Great." She said. She shoved her ribs back in to her chest. Her skin regenerated. "Hey, can I have that tape?"
Cody popped the tape out of his camera, and gave her the tape.
"So, I'll see you around?" Cody asked.
"Yeah."
TOKYO, JAPAN – YAMAGOTO INDUSTRIES – DAY
Rex focused intently on the clock at his desk. It just ticked away, at a clock's usual pace. Rex returned to his work. He continued to read the report on the computer he had been told to fix. But he shifted his attention back to the clock. Looking at it, wishing it would tick faster, but it just kept on ticking, slowly but surely. He thought for sure at some point it would tick backward. He kept staring, watching the second hand tick by, slowly. It seemed to get slower with each tick, until, it did in fact tick backward! Rex rubbed his eyes, thinking he had gone crazy. He looked at the clock again, this time putting all his effort into making it tick backward. The second hand began to spin backward, twice the speed it would move forward. Rex was ecstatic, he was grinning like a fool.
"Yatta!" he yelled. He ran away from his post, to tell his friend at the other cubicle.
Coco was also not working; he was looking at a dirty website. As he saw his friend coming, he quickly closed the window.
"What now, Rex?" he asked.
"I broke through the Space-Time Continuum!"
"Good for you, can I get back to work now?" Coco said, drolly.
"I didn't know looking at porn was working."
"What were you saying about space/time?" Coco responded, quickly trying to change the subject.
"I made my clock turn back with my mind."
"That would be great, if you were paid by the hour." Coco said, sarcastically.
"Be serious. Okay, the subway was late today, which it never is, so I must have made it late subconsciously to make sure I would catch it. I've got powers far beyond mere mortals!"
"Like Dr. Spock?"
"Exactly!"
Before their conversation could continue, Rex's supervisor grabbed him by his shirt collar and began to drag him back to his cubicle.
"Use the Death Grip, Spock! The Death Grip!" Coco taunted.
LAS VEGAS, NEVADA – GARY GRAYSON'S SCHOOL – MIDDAY
Gary was sitting outside the Principal's Office. He, however was in no trouble, was not the one being talked to, and had no idea what was happening. He simply sat outside, reading his 9th Wonders comic book.
His mother, Lindsay was being talked to, about something concerning Gary.
"Don't get me wrong, Ms. Grayson, your son is a very intelligent young man. Gifted, I'd say, but I don't think this school is right for him." the Principal said.
"But he's made friends, and he's on the soccer team!"
"I'm sorry, Ms. Grayson."
"I paid you 25,000 to get him into this school! It's at the top of his tuition file!"
"That's the thing; your last 3 tuition checks have bounced."
"Can't you take it out of the 25 grand? It wasn't part of the tuition in the first place!" Lindsay said.
"The 25,000 was a donation to the school, and a generous one at that."
Lindsay's eyes narrowed. She was becoming filled with rage. "Give me my money back. Now." she demanded.
"The donation has already been spent to help build our new wing of the school. Perhaps we can work out an arrangement to postpone the deadline for your debts, but…"
He was unable to finish his sentence. Lindsay had lifted him up, off of the ground. She was still staring at him with the same level of rage, if not greater.
"Did you not hear me? Give me my money back! NOW!"
Her eyes were suddenly normal again, no longer filled with rage. She put him down, and walked out of the office.
"What happened, mom?" Gary asked.
"Come on sweetie, you're too good for this school."
As they walked away, Lindsay saw her reflection in a large fish tank. She stopped walking, and began to look at the reflection.
Gary stopped walking too, and looked up at his mom. "What's wrong?"
"Leave me alone." Lindsay said, still looking at her reflection. She started walking again, and Gary followed.
Gary curiously looked back at the fish tank as they walked away. What he saw stunned him. His mother's reflection was still in the tank, staring at Lindsay, with a smug look on her face.
NEW YORK CITY, NEW YORK – POLICE DEPARTMENT – DAY
Trent and Alex walked into the police station. Trent gave his mom a big hug.
"You okay, mom."
"They dropped the charges, I'll be fine." Mrs. Hart said. "Alex, good to see you."
"What did you steal?" Alex said.
"Socks." she responded sheepishly.
"Trent's my friend, and you're his mother. If you steal, it's like my mom steals. Mr. Hart left you a fortune, and you're not paying for socks?" Alex said.
Alex walked away. "I'm not letting this get out."
Trent turned to his mom.
"Why?"
"I wanted to feel alive."
They started to walk away.
"Don't worry about Alex," Mrs. Hart said, "he's concerned about the election. Your father was the same way. Alpha dogs, both of them. You spend all your time helping dying people and get nothing out of it. Sadly Trent, in this world, if you put other people first, you finish last."
"Alex is my friend, Mom. Now I know after dad died, you're on a 'speak the truth before you can't anymore kind of kick', but you should think about what you say before you say it sometimes."
"You treated him like a hero, but he never felt the same. Why were you friends?"
"I felt a connection. When he had that accident a few months back, I felt it."
Mrs. Hart looked concerned.
LAS VEGAS, NEVADA – LINDSAY'S FRIEND'S HOUSE – DAY
"Why are we here? We should see dad." Gary said
"Tyler can't really help us right now." Lindsay responded. "I've made mistakes son, but remember that I'd never let anything happen to you."
"Why'd you talk to your reflection?"
Lindsay panicked. The door opened and her friend walked in.
Her friend sighed. "How long?" she asked.
"A few hours, maybe." Lindsay said.
"Gary, there's ice cream in the freezer."
Gary ran to the kitchen.
"What happened?" her friend asked.
"I went to see McClean. Thirty."
"Gambling?"
"Bills. The rest is Gary's tuition. They don't know what to do with him at public, and… private's expensive."
"So you went to the mob? What the hell is happening in your head?"
"I'm under stress. I keep feeling like someone's watching me."
"Duh, McClean."
"No. It's like… someone only I ever see."
"I don't know what you mean, but I do know this. You need 30,000 dollars and fast."
"Just watch Gary." Lindsay begged.
"Okay."
ODESSA, TEXAS – TRAIN TRACKS – DAY
As Gwen and Cody were walking along, Gwen saw that a train had become derailed. The fire department was also there, because the train was now ablaze.
Gwen gave Cody the tape back. "Turn on the camera." she said.
Cody turned the camera on. Gwen ran towards the fire. She ducked into the train, feeling the heat around her, but of course, wasn't burned. She saw a man unconscious inside the train. Gwen picked him up and dragged him outside. As she came out, two firemen came to help her.
"Are you okay?" asked one of the firemen.
"Yes." Gwen responded.
Gwen ran off. She stopped next to Cody.
"Number 7." she said.
NEW YORK CITY, NEW YORK – MR. RICHARDS'S APARTMENT – DAY
"Sorry about your dad." said Noah's super. He took a quick look around the apartment. It was a mess. "I thought I was a slob." He walked away.
"They were here, too." Noah said. He saw a cockroach scurry about the floor. He crushed it and walked over to the map.
He looked at the folder and began to rebuild the map. He put pins on different locations, Vegas, New York, Tokyo…
NEW YORK CITY, NEW YORK – OWEN'S APARTMENT – DAY
"Hey!" Izzy said, greeting her boyfriend.
Owen continued what he was doing. He was painting. He looked at the picture in frustration and threw black paint on the canvas. He began to do the same with other paintings. Destroying them in different manners.
"Owen, what the hell are you doing?!" Izzy asked. "Are you insane?!"
"Maybe." Owen said. "I don't even remember painting these, Izzy. I lied to you. I'm still on morphine." Owen had been fighting a drug problem for years.
"Then get back in a program, and stop destroying your work. You're a great artist."
"I know, but the pictures are evil!" He showed her one. It was of a bus on fire. "I painted it, like, three weeks ago, and yesterday it happened in Israel. Suicide bombing."
"That's not possible."
"The bus numbers are the same. If you really care about me Izzy, you'll leave me to myself. I'll muddle through."
Izzy walked out, crying.
Owen turned on his TV.
"Today in Odessa, Texas an unidentified Samaritan – whom witnesses described as a teenage girl – saved the life of a man trapped inside a burning train. We are not entirely sure how the train caught fire, but we are all grateful for that girl's assistance."
Owen looked at one of his paintings. It was of a train wreck ablaze. Another of his paintings turned out to be real.
NEW YORK CITY, NEW YORK – ALEX'S CAMPAIGN HEADQUARTERS – DAY
"Well, your mom's rap sheet is clear Trent. And it only cost me half my campaign funds. Can't she get a hobby, like most people?" Alex asked.
"It's a cry for help Alex. She's lonely without my dad around."
"Trent, I'd like to make you a deal. I need someone with good instincts to help organize the volunteers. And I'd like you to do that. I'm down in the polls, but if I bring a down-on-his-luck old friend who I haven't seen in years…"
"You look like a people person, and it's because of me. You want me to make you look good. Yeah, that's new."
"Trent, your current job is to watch people die. The whole 'kid looking out the window' thing isn't cute anymore. You have to move on. Like me. I'm moving past the fact you're crazy and think you can fly."
"I'm leaving." Trent said.
NEW YORK CITY, NEW YORK – STREET – DAY
Trent got in a taxi, and made his request. "Corner of Central and Canal, please."
"Sure." said the driver.
Trent looked outside. The moon was about to cover the sun. "Think the eclipse'll go total?"
"Not here. Somewhere though. It makes you think about how small our world really is, huh?"
"Yeah. I'm Trent."
"Noah."
"You ever feel like you were special?
"We're all special, Trent. Some are just, more so. It's just natural selection at work. Every human is born the same. But somewhere in their genetic code, the way they will be for the rest of their life is determined. Its destiny, and those better equipped, will… survive."
ODESSA, TEXAS – ROAD – DAY
Gwen and Cody were walking home.
"You think you'll use your powers like that again? To save peoples' lives?"
"Maybe."
TOKYO, JAPAN – FIELD – DAY
The members of Rex's workplace were performing a teambuilding exercise. They were all to move in sync to the music. Rex stopped, however and looked upward to the eclipse. It was total.
LAS VEGAS, NEVADA – LINDSAY'S HOUSE – DAY
The living room was dark. Lindsay couldn't see anything, but she could tell the place was a wreck.
NEW YORK CITY, NEW YORK – TAXI – DAY
Trent looked at the reflection of the solar eclipse in the rearview mirror of the taxi.
ODESSA, TEXAS – ROAD – DAY
Gwen and Cody looked up at the sky. They saw the eclipse above them.
TOKYO, JAPAN – FIELD – DAY
Rex continued to look at the eclipse. Everyone else continued to exercise as the eclipse cast them into total shadow.
NEW YORK CITY, NEW YORK – OWEN'S APARTMENT – DAY
Owen was clutching himself, fighting his body's urge for the drugs. He saw the eclipse through his window, and looked in front of him. There was a painting of the eclipse.
LAS VEGAS, NEVADA – LINDSAY'S HOUSE – DAY
Lindsay picked up the pinhole camera her son made, and looked through it. The eclipse appeared before her eyes.
She felt a hand on her shoulder. It was one of the thugs, who grabbed her, and threw her into her bedroom.
"McClean wants his 50 grand."
"I thought it was 30!" Lindsay said. The thug's expression didn't change. "Please don't hurt me, I have a son, and I'm all he's got."
"Tell you what, show me what's under the blouse, and I'll lower your debt a little. C'mon, smile for me."
Lindsay saw her reflection in the mirror. "You want to see me smile?"
"Yeah." he said confused.
She smirked. She gave him one good punch, and his world went black.
TOKYO, JAPAN – SUBWAY STATION – MID AFTERNOON
"Yogis in India and Aborigines in Australia can supposedly alter time too, Coco." Rex explained.
"If you even can do this, what will you do with it? You're not going to get ahead in life by stopping the second hand of a clock." Coco responded.
"Eventually, I'll be able to bend space too. Then I'll be able to teleport, like in Star Trek. And eventually, my destiny will find me."
"You want to go to the club tonight?" Coco asked.
TOKYO, JAPAN – KARAOKE BAR – NIGHT
The karaoke bar was a place where Coco and Rex went to escape the pressure of the daily grind. Rex was trying to make a diagram using his chopsticks and soy sauce.
"People see time as a straight line," he said drawing one, "but it's much more like a circle."
"How do you know this, anyway?"
"X-Men 143, Kitty Pryde's time traveling adventure."
"A comic, Rex? I know you always wanted superpowers, and now you now supposedly have them, but like I said, what good are they? Can you make money off this power?"
"Heroes can't use power for personal gain. That's Superhero 101."
"Well, let's get back to teleportation." Coco said. "Could you teleport into, say, the women's bathroom? You won't find your destiny, but you may learn something about life."
"I guess I could if I needed to."
"Then do it." He said as he left to get two more drinks.
Rex looked at the women's bathroom. He closed his eyes.
LAS VEGAS, NEVADA – LINDSAY'S HOUSE – AFTERNOON
Lindsay's phone rang. She didn't answer it, but it did wake her up. Her expression became one of horror, as the thugs that were attacking her were now dead. Blood was all over the floor, shards of glass in their necks. Lindsay looked at them, and then the mirror. Her reflection's shirt was bloody, and her reflection spoke to her.
"I'd keep this quiet."
NEW YORK CITY, NEW YORK – TAXI – AFTERNOON
Trent's phone rang, and he answered it.
"Hello."
"It's Izzy. Listen, can you meet me at my dad's place?"
"Why?"
"That's not important right now."
"Okay, bye." He hung up. "Just drop me off here."
He got out of the taxi and paid his fee. Another person came in. It was the man who was wearing sunglasses from earlier.
"Where to?" Noah asked.
"JFK. I'm headed back home."
The man saw Noah's license.
"Noah Richards, huh? I heard famous geneticist Dr. Richards had a son named Noah, small world."
"Yeah." Noah said nervously, he recognized the man's voice.
"Umm, my shift's over. Do you think you can walk the rest of the way?" Noah said.
"Sure, thank you."
After the man got out Noah drove off, quick as he could.
ODESSA, TEXAS – CARTER RESIDENCE – DINNER
"So, what happened while you were at school today?" asked Mrs. Carter.
"We saw this old hobo in the dumpster." said Gwen's brother, Marcus.
A/N: Marcus probably isn't his real name. It's just my name for him.
"What about you, Gwen?"
Gwen thought about it for a minute, but decided against it.
"Nothing big. Wasn't Dad supposed to be home today?"
"He'll be here soon." Said Mrs. Carter.
"Just in time to see my report card." Marcus said.
TOKYO, JAPAN – KARAOKE BAR – NIGHT
As Coco came back to their table with the drinks, he noticed Rex was nowhere to be seen. Just then Rex was thrown onto the table.
"Dshitano?!" Coco asked.
"Yatta." Rex responded weakly.
TOKYO, JAPAN – OUTSIDE THE KARAOKE BAR – NIGHT
"I'm serious! I actually teleported!" Rex exclaimed.
"Enough! You can't bend the space-time continuum! Why are you so obsessed with being different?!" Coco said.
"Because all our lives, we've been told to be the same, and I'm tired of it! I want to boldly go where no man has gone before! With or without you."
"Then go, be a superhero." Coco said.
"Fine!" Rex said as he stormed off.
NEW YORK CITY, NEW YORK – COLLINS PENTHOUSE – AFTERNOON
Izzy was opening and closing drawers frantically as Trent walked in.
"What are you looking for?" he asked.
"Morphine. Help me out."
"I never pegged you for a druggie."
"Not me, Owen."
"Who?"
ODESSA, TEXAS – CARTER RESIDENCE – NIGHT
"So Gwen, how about we go to a movie on Saturday?" Mrs. Carter asked.
"Okay." she said. She paused for a moment and said, "I love you, mom."
"And…" she responded.
"And nothing."
"Okay then. Just remember Gwen, you're special, act like it."
Gwen noticed a cut on her finger that immediately healed.
"I'm special all right." she thought.
She heard someone open the door. It was the man from before, the one wearing sunglasses.
"Dad!" Gwen exclaimed.
TOKYO, JAPAN – TRAIN – NIGHT (11: 43 P.M.)
It was the almost over. The day that Rex discovered his powers and his attempts to convince Coco he could manipulate Space/Time.
Rex was making his ride on the subway to his home, as always. The subway car was once again right on time, as it always was.
Rex saw a poster of the Statue of Liberty, trying to convince people they should come to New York. Rex began to focus, thinking of the city, attempting to teleport there, just to rub it in Coco's face that he was right.
As he closed his eyes to help him focus, he did not notice the subway clock move, the numbers flying by. 44, 45, 46, 47, 48…
"Taxi!" he heard someone yell.
Rex's eyes opened. He was standing in the middle of an unfamiliar street crossway. He looked around his surrounding area. He saw posters written in English, rather than Japanese, as he was used to seeing in Tokyo. The familiar places were gone; he saw strange buildings, newsstands that were not there the day before, and most incredibly, off in the distance, the Statue of Liberty!
He could only come to one conclusion; he was standing in the middle of Times Square.
"Yatta!" he yelled. "Konichiwa, New York!"
NEW YORK CITY, NEW YORK – OWEN'S APARTMENT – NIGHT
"People can't predict the future, Izzy." Trent said.
"I saw it myself. Oh my God!"
Owen was on the ground, on his back, unconscious. Trent put his ear to Owen's heart, checking for a beat.
"He's alive, but he's overdosed, call 911."
Izzy ran to make a phone call. Trent began to explore the apartment, and looked at the paintings. But one caught his eye more than any of the others. It was of a man, in mid-flight…
…a man that looked just like him.
"We have to stop it." Owen mumbled.
On the floor, there was a large mural…
…of the city exploding.
NEW YORK CITY, NEW YORK – BUILDING ROOFTOP – NIGHT
Trent looked around him, he saw nothing. This was strange for the city, even at this late hour. Trent looked down at the ground. He spread his arms. It was just like his dream, only this time…
…it was real.
Alex's limo drove up next to the building, Alex saw Trent on top of the building and got out.
"Trent, what the hell are you doing?!"
"It's my turn to be someone Alex!"
Trent began to plummet to the ground. But unlike in his dream…
… he didn't sweep back up.
Trent closed his eyes, and waited for the end, but it didn't come. He felt the air around him, he was in mid-air. He opened his eyes, but he wasn't flying…
Alex was.
END
Japanese Translator
Yatta – I did it
Dshitano – What happened
Konichiwa – Hello
Well that's it! The first chapter is up! Whoo-hoo! Don't expect more than one chapter per week, though.
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Rex out!