SUMMARY:
My name is Ally Dawson. I am many things, a superhero is not one of them. I'm different than everybody else. On my sixteenth birthday I experienced some...changes. Over the last two years I have learned how to refine and control these changes. My parents put me in quarantine - they were afraid of me. I met people who labeled themselves as my friends but I know they were nothing of the sort. They have sent me back to do something, sort of like a mission. I am stronger now, the world has no idea what I am capable of. Who am I? I'm the end of the world.
Side Note: This is COMPLETELY an AU and it's very much OOC and a fantasy!
Chapter 1;
"Coffee," Trish De La Rosa hands over the coffee to agent Austin Moon. Austin gratefully takes it and continues to walk quickly down the hallway. Trish waddles behind, picking up her speed to keep pace with her blonde agent-friend.
"I am so late," he mumbles to her as he steps into his office, setting down his coffee and walking right towards the shelf where he takes out a giant box and slams it on the table. Trish jumps slightly and stares at him.
"I can tell," she finally voices out as she watches him scrounge the files.
"Ugh," he grunts.
"Looking for something?" she asks, coming around the table and peeking into the files.
"I need Colby Picket's file. I misplaced it yesterday. I have some things I wanted to run through-"
"-Austin Moon," addressed his boss, standing in the hallway.
"Starr," Austin stopped flipping through his files and straightened up. "I am so sorry for the delay. I forgot about daylight savings and I-"
"You're not working on Colby Picket anymore," Jimmy Starr declared watching Austin's features shift with confusion and terror. "You are moving on to a much bigger case, Mr. Moon."
"A bigger case?" he questioned impolitely. Jimmy nods.
"Yes. We're having a... situation. Come with me, Mr. Moon." Jimmy motions with a nod for Austin to follow him. Austin and Trish exchange concerned glances but follow Jimmy down the hallway.
Jimmy opens the door to the research laboratory. "Fisher. Let's see it." Jimmy announces. The red-head nods swiftly and types loudly and speedily into his laptop.
"Here we are," Dez Fisher says, displaying the message.
THIS IS IT. GET READY.
Austin re-read the message to himself over and over again until his brain throbbed. "I don't understand. What is it?"
Jimmy Starr took a deep breath. "Fisher and I have been spending a lot of time keeping this a secret," he glances at Dez who focuses in on his blonde friend who stood across from his confusedly. "There have been previous threats before this one. It's been on the down low here in the research lab. Now, Austin, we have been dealing with a lot of new crises such as the people who have suddenly started gaining supernatural talents."
Austin felt his heart begin to throb in his chest. When had his job as an FBI Agent become so critical and hard? "Yes," he murmured lowly.
"There's another one. She is not like the rest. She's, uh, she's very much different. I'm at a loss for words when it comes to talking about this young girl." Jimmy continues, "I am very concerned of the safety of absolutely everyone."
"These...people...These people with the supernatural talents and abilities, they're good people. They don't disrupt anyone or harm anyone, not on purpose of course. But this girl, she's different you're telling me?" Austin quizzed, feeling his heart rolling violently in his chest.
"This is her," Dez suddenly let out, handing forward a document. "This photo was taken three years ago when she was fifteen. She's obviously much different now. She is a threat. It says that her parents gave her away and took her to quarantine due to their insecurities around her."
"Her parents were afraid of her?" Austin rose a brow, grabbing the paper and looking at the young, petite girl.
"She's a threat, Mr. Moon," Jimmy finally says.
"Who is this girl?" Austin finally queried, incredulously.
"She's the end of the world," answered Jimmy, his eyes meeting Austin's with seriousness.
. . . .
"I've been researching her for months, Austin," Dez tells his best friend, scattered papers all around him on the floor. Austin was pacing, sucking on the inside of his cheek as he thought long and hard.
"And you never mentioned this?!" Austin snapped. Trish was sitting on the couch with her mug of hot chocolate.
"Austin, you need to relax," she advised, "Dez was doing his job."
"You're just saying that because you're his girlfriend," Austin hissed, "Did you know about this to?"
"No, Austin, I didn't," she told him, "it was his work and it was confidential. I always respect confidentiality."
Austin took a deep breath. "I'm supposed to stop this inhuman chick! Who does he think I am? She's rebelling against the whole-freaking-world and I am one agent who has to stop her?" he ranted.
"I know, Austin. We're going to help." Dez promises, "Hence the reason I've been so into my work lately." Austin swallows hard. "It's not like you have a choice. This girl is coming, Austin. There is nothing you can do about that except try to stop her."
"I know, I know," he sighed, "Why did I ever give up my whole pop star dream? For all I know, I could be writing songs not trying to save the whole goddamn world!"
"I'm gonna make you some tea," Trish finally groans, getting up from the couch.
"Anything, Dez, do you have anything?" Austin pressures but he is silenced by Dez's glare.
"No, Austin, there is absolutely nothing." Dez replies, "It just says that Ally Dawson was born on November 29, 1995, it doesn't state where, and that sometime when she turned sixteen her parent's suddenly grew fearful of her and sent her into quarantine where she was tested by scientists until eventually they were scared of her, too. This chick is the real deal if she's scared off twelve different scientists!"
"She's a freaking villain!" Austin exclaims, throwing his hands in the air. "This is not supposed to be a stupid Marvel comic book, this is supposed to be reality!"
"You're not helping anybody, Austin," Dez says, rationally. Austin groans, tugging at his blonde hair. Trish pats his shoulder comfortingly and hands him some tea.
"I can't drink this right now!" Austin howls, throwing himself down on the couch. Trish punches his leg.
"I made it for you now drink it!" she scolds. He groans and grabs it. He sniffs the rim of the cup. Trish rolls her eyes. "I didn't poison it, now drink!" Austin hesitantly takes a sip, but he can't deny that it did calm him slightly.
. . . .
"They're coming after you, you know that right?" questioned George, a not-so-bright man.
Ally glanced at the man through the mirror. "I'm not afraid."
"I didn't say you should be. This is good," grinned the man. "You were born for this very purpose - So we could take down the government, renew the world with new life. You are our future, Ally," he said, walking closer to her. Ally studied his face. "Human could be made anew with your abilities. Others have already gotten theirs. This is the new future."
"Destroy the world...that seems like a great way to make the world a beautiful and wonderful place," Ally said rebelliously. George gave Ally a sour look.
"It needs to be done. This is what you were born to do." George assured her. Ally looked at him as he pursed his lips. "Remember when you first came to me?" he questioned. Ally cocked her head to the side slightly. "You were so sad and scared. Now look at you," he grabbed her shoulders and turned her towards the mirror. "You're a fearless, beautiful woman. You were the chosen one, Ally."
"The chosen one?" Ally gawked.
"Of course, Ally. Why else would you be here?" George asked her. "You will take down the human race, defeat it, and then you will start new life and build a whole new world. Humans will be different, humans will have your great abilities. Man-kind will be fulfilled."
Ally stared at her reflection in the mirror. If she was the chosen one, why didn't she feel that way? "What if I don't want to defeat the human race?" questioned Ally, curiously.
"Then I'll have to kill you," George whispered into her ear. Ally turned around swiftly, making George take a step backwards.
"Will you?" Ally inquired. "You must have forgotten who I am."
"I haven't forgotten, I promise you that," George replied, "But I went to Doctor Hooper's office. He gave me a little gift." He reached into his jacket and pulled out a needle that was tucked away in a silver box. "One dose of this and you're gone."
Ally stared down at the needle that could sever her life. "And why did you ask Doctor Hooper for this?"
"Precautionary reasons," George shrugged nonchalantly before his lips curved into a grin. He stepped closer. His face was inches away from hers. "But as long as you do what is asked of you, you won't need to worry."
"You have forgotten who I am, what I can do." Ally replied. George studied her eyes, he was at a loss for words this time. He could not challenge Ally. She was far too valuable and much too dangerous. "You've forgotten that there is no way you can kill me. Not without me getting to you first," she whispered into his ear. George felt shivers running along his skin.
Ally stepped back. "Don't test me, Mr. Carlton." George stared at her. "I try not to be threatening to anyone, but that tends to change when others threaten me. You've seen what I can do, you know what I am capable of."
George took a step back and he nods stiffly. "Of course, Miss Dawson. Of course." Ally watched George dismiss himself, leaving the room. Ally turned back to her reflection in the mirror. She brushed her hair from her face, wanting to see her eyes more clearly.
She ran her gaze along her outfit, noticing the way the color did not match her eyes. She looked back at her eyes and smiled as she watched them liquefy before they pooled together again into a beautiful, radiant, oceanic blue. "You are the future," she whispers to herself, though she was unsure as to how much she really believed that herself.
"Word is out, Miss Dawson," a young woman suddenly informed Ally from beside the door. "How do you plan to begin your attack?"
Ally didn't look at the woman's face, she just started at her own. She let her eyes return to their normal shade of chestnut as mischief gathered in them. "Without warning."
The woman swallowed hard and nodded. "Our people wanted to send out threats to the government. Would you like to stop that?"
Ally finally turned around and looked at the woman who avoided eye contact with the intimidating young girl. "Yes. I don't want any warnings. I want to be a surprise." Ally felt her lips curl with a smirk, "A sudden surprise."
The woman in the doorway nodded, turning around and walking down the halls to spread the information of Ally's attack. Ally slowly walks towards the window which revealed a tremendous view of the city. She gently pressed her finger tips against the glass. She watched the cars racing down the streets, the many citizens wandering the sidewalks on their way to work or to grab a coffee. It was only when she stared out at the world that she seemed to always wonder: Who am I? What am I?