Nighttime at Auradon Prep. It was the day before the last day of school. The students were asleep waiting the next day when they would finish their classes. The academy was silent. Except for one area: the Museum of Cultural History. It was here that various memento and objects of fascination from stories past were kept for the ever curious. And the security team was hard at work making sure they would not be stolen.
The head of security, a guard named Frank, was completing his patrol of the perimeter. He glanced around to make sure no one was coming. When he was certain no one was, he pulled put his walkie talkie from his pocket.
"Red Seal, this is Papa Bear. Everything looks clear down here. How are things on your end?"
"Nothing out of the ordinary here boss."
"Alright; Red Wolf how are things with you?"
"Quiet as a grave here boss. Let's hope things stay that way the rest of the night."
Frank chuckled. "I hear that; how about you, Red Eagle?"
This time, however, Frank did not get a response.
"Red Eagle, do you copy? How are things on your end?"
Again, silence. It did not take a genius to figure out something was up.
"Guys, something's happening over near Red Eagle's position. Can someone go check on him?"
Frank got a response from Red Seal. "I've got it boss. I'll figure out-" but Red Seal didn't finish that sentence as the frequency was abruptly cut off.
"Red Seal, what's happening on your end?" After he received no response, Frank rushed to the main office as fast as he could.
"We got a potential break in! Sound all alarms and cover all exits! We can't let them escape from here!"
Unfortunately for Frank he looked around the main office. All the guards stationed in there were already dead.
"My god, what could have done this?"
Frank heard a sound and turned around to face it, his gun already out and pointed at the source. He was met with a young man, possibly no older than 19, with a hunting rifle pointed right at Frank. For a while they both stood in silence. Eventually the young man broke the silence.
"Wow wow wow. All these guards ended up dead on your watch, copper? You must not be very good at your job then mate."
"Shut up scumbag. And get on the ground. You're under arrest."
"For what? Killing your friends? Ah but you see I didn't kill them. That would have to be my friends."
The young man stepped to the left of the doorway, Frank still having his gun pointed at him. They were soon joined by a young woman wielding two cutlasses and another young man holding a giant broadsword. They all looked to be as old as the young man with the rifle.
"Who the hell are you people?" asked Frank.
But he did not get an answer. Instead the young woman threw a dagger that embedded itself near Frank's shoulder and pinned him to the wall. She then went over and removed his gun, afterwards she just tossed it away like it was nothing.
"Hush now mate. The boss is coming over."
And before Frank could comprehend what was going on, they were soon joined by a third young man, who looked to be about 21. He had flaming red hair, pitch black eyes, and a very evil grin on his face. The man shook his head at Frank. Then he took off the trench coat he had on to expose his bare arm.
"Tsk tsk. Do you see this?" He pointed at what looked like a small wound on his shoulder; Frank could even see blood flowing out from it.
"You know the darndest thing just happened. I and my friends were out looking for some fun, when we thought we'd just break in here and steal some stuff. And how do your guards respond? Well they started shooting at us. One of them even did this to my arm. I mean talk about overreacting, way to blow things out of proportion know what I mean?"
And then without a warning the man put both his hands on Frank's face and began squeezing. Frank felt the life being forced out of him; he had never felt so much pain. And before he could try to fight back, his eyes went dark: Frank, the head of Security at The Museum of Cultural History, was dead, his face now a bare skull.
The young man threw Frank's body aside and sighed. He looked at the spot on his arm and smiled when he saw the wound was healed. Then he went over to his trench coat, pulled out a cigarette, and began smoking it.
"Alright Kat, Carter, Morty…."
The man with the broadsword frowned. "Do not call me that."
"Relax. Now congrats on phase one going off without too many problems. But we're on a schedule and we have some things to nab. So let's get back to work."
The group split up in different directions, each with their own task. The one with the trench coat went to what he wanted the most: access to the Vault of the most dangerous and valuable objects. He saw what looked like a control panel off to the side and frowned.
"Hey Kat, can you lend me one of those things?"
The girl tossed him one of her cutlasses which he caught. He went over to a guard and sliced off his hand. He selected the dead guard's thumb and put it directly on the panel. After a few seconds, to verify that the print was indeed that of the guard, the door opened. The young man went in and began taking in his surroundings. So many treasures and relics. The Genie's lamp, a bell from Notre Dame itself, a video game console entitled Fix It Felix JR. , and so many others. And then he saw it: the object he had entered the vault for.
"The spindle. The same one that Maleficent used to put Princess Aurora into eternal sleep. Guys I found it. Let's get out of here."
His companions arrived and lifted up the spindle to carry it out.
"Hold on; did you guys get the other thing we came for?"
Carter rolled his eyes and tossed him a very small object.
"The compass of the infamous Captain Jack Sparrow himself. Said to be able to lead one to whatever its heart desires the most. Fortunately for us, my heart only yearns for two things presently." He flipped it shut. "Good job."
They began making their exit with the spindle. Suddenly their boss stopped in his track to stare at an object that piqued his curiosity.
"Boss, why did you stop? We gotta leave right now."
The others joined their boss. They saw what had its hold on their boss's attention: a picture of four friends.
"Now just who do we have here? Quite a nice collection of friends."
Kat leaned in closer to examine description to the right of the painting. "Says here that they're Evie, Jay, Carlos, and Mal." Her eyes focused on Carlos. "Oh he's cute."
"Ah yes, I think I heard something about these fellas before. They're all the children of villains just like us. Well, except for you Morty."
"Ok, I'm really starting to get annoyed by that."
Their boss paid him no heed. Instead he took the picture off the wall and stared at it evilly.
"So you kids think you're rotten to the core huh?" He took the cigarette out of his mouth and put the burning end over Mal's face. "Then wait till you get a load of me."
So think of this sort of like a pilot for a TV Show. I will be writing this when I get the chance but as of now there is no release schedule. I don't own anything. If you like this than please review. I can take criticism.