Prologue: 10 Years Later
Domino, 10 years into the future…
A man who appeared to be in his early twenties was gazing down from his window at the top story of a tall, quite new skyscraper in the downtown area. The scene below was quite beautiful, with the lights of the tall buildings glittering in the darkness of the night like twinkling stars. Although he had only come to live in the place part-time rather recently, from past experience he knew that not very much had changed in the short matter of time. Granted, the air was now much cleaner, the cars were all hydro-powered and hovering slightly above the ground and children were now enjoying the pleasure of riding on hover boards, but other than that, things were still pretty much the same.
Except for...them. The young man shuddered. Eet ees so reediculous, he thought to himself. Meh people steel hev to remain hideeng because we do not kem from zees world while zose leetle eediots er treated lak celebrities! End zey weren't even born weeth zeir powers lak meh people were! Eet's such bull!
He glared angrily down at the town. "How een ze world ken zey jest accept zem lak zat?! Eet ees such eh puzzleeng meestery!" He shrugged. "Oh well…preety soon ah won't hev to dwell on eet for much longer…"
"What do you mean by that?"
The young man whipped around, but he saw nobody standing in his black and red office. He peered under the black desk, around the black bookcases, and even flung out some black magic towards the red carpet and red-painted walls, but he could find no one.
Finally he stood still in the center of the place and called out, "Ah know zat you er around, monsieur! Kem out end face me lak a man!"
Suddenly, in a wavering image, a person appeared right in front of him. The young man jumped back for a moment, but quickly regained his composure and gave the person a sickly sweet smile. "Ahh, eet ees you! Ah should hev known zet you'd be ze one to figure out zet somezing hed to be up when masseeve attacks started launching zemselves een quite eh few major cetees ev ze world."
The person's eyes narrowed. "Who else would have the power and technology to cause such great destruction but you, C.E.O. of Black King Industries?"
The C.E.O. grinned and placed one hand onto his chest. "Aw, you eemediately associate me weeth sech horrors? Ah em so honored!"
"What is it that you have planned this time?"
"Wellll…not zat you weel be een any poseetion to stop eet, Monsieur…Guardian, ees eet? Bet Ah hev decided zat Ah em so tired ev brats such es yourself interfering weeth all ev meh plans fer domination ev zis world end so many ozers. End Ah eentend to stop eet on zis very day!"
The person smiled. "My apologies, your former highness, but I highly doubt that even your weaponry will be able to take said 'brats' down once and for all."
The C.E.O. snorted. "Zat? Monsieur Guardian, splitting zem ep to fight for deefferent ceeties ees onlee eh part ev how Ah eentend to take zem down. Ze next part ees beh using meh lateest creation-somezeeng zat weel change heestory es we know eet."
"Oh? And what might that be?"
The other smiled sweetly. "Eet ees eh time machine."
The person's eyes widened with horror. "What?"
"Ah thought zat might peak your eenterest. End do you know whet Ah em going to do weeth zis new machine, eef eet eesn't already obvious to you?"
The person clenched his fists. "You COWARD! Instead of attacking them as they are at this moment, you wish to attack them as they were in the past!"
"Bravo! Bravo!" the C.E.O. clapped his hands. "Brilliant es usual, Guardian! Do you weesh to tell ze brats about zis? Of course, eet ees not lak zey'll come running over here to stop eet seence zey are already pretty busy weeth meh ozer attacks." He walked back over to his desk and sat down in the leather black chair. Swiveling around so that only back of the chair was facing the Guardian, he said, "Face eet, monsieur-once Ah get all of zem over here, zey weel be gone for good, end zere ees nothing you ken do about eet."
The Guardian's eyes narrowed. We'll see about that, he thought.
With that, he wavered and vanished into thin air, leaving the C.E.O. to laugh nastily about his plan.
