Prolouge

"Home, Mom!"

Mom didn't look up from what she was doing. There was simply the sound of the nearby front door opening and closing as her 18-year-old son tromped through the house, throwing his coat on the floor as he made his way to the small hallway leading to his room.

"You're home quite late, Tucker," Mom criticized while she made dinner, still not looking up from her work. "Didn't I say no later than six o'clock?"

"Yeah, sorry, the game went a little late. James wouldn't accept a tie score." Following his faint reply was simply the sound of Tucker closing his bedroom door.

Inside, Tucker looked through his messy desk drawers until he found what he was looking for, and pulled it out. It was a sheet of lined paper with several equations on it, half of them marked with a red dash by a red ink pen. Tucker's mouth formed into a squiggle. "Okay, how did I get this one wrong again?" He sighed and pulled a thick textbook off his desk shelf, cracking it open.

The pages of the mathbook started slowly turning by themselves as a faint gust of wind blew through the area. "What the hell?" responded Tucker, curiously. "The heater's not on... What's with the..."

The gust picked up in speed. It seemed to be coming from everywhere and going everywhere at once, knocking loose things off of surfaces and blowing the clothes everywhere. Tucker fell to the ground, staring up at the ceiling. The bedroom and lamp lights flickered as if the power was going out, and a distorted grinding sound filled the room, getting louder and higher pitched... Tucker was legitimately afraid for his life, not daring to speak.

Suddenly there was the sound of a steel hull shattering like glass as a huge orb of black, wavy energy formed like a bubble in the center of his room, filling almost the entire room. Before it had appeared, objects were repulsed by the force. Now it was drawing things in, including Tucker.

Tucker grabbed his bedpost, but the bed started to drag along the ground. "Hooooooolyyyyyyy shiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiit!!!" was his last words before he was sucked into the center of the dark sphere. It closed instantly, shrinking out of existance. The room was in shambles now and Tucker was gone.

"Tucker, what's wrong!?" Mom said as she burst in the room. Then she gasped in horror and fear.

"Tucker!? Tucker, where are you!!?" she called, caught in the unforgiving grip of anxiety. "Tuckerrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr!!!"