A/N: Hey guys, Silver here with another No Ordinary Family fanfic. My muse seems to enjoy this fandom quite a bit. Anyway, I hope you enjoy!
'italic' = thoughts
Disclaimer: I do not, in any way, own these characters or make a profit from this story.
Colossus - Prologue
Roy Minor was sitting in a wheelchair towards the back of a plane. His wrists were bound by handcuffs attached to his wheelchair which was secured to the floor. Roy snorted and shook his head, looking out the window. 'Like I'd get far without these chains anyway. Idiots.' Once the trilsettum serum had worn off so too had his ability to walk, the old car accident injury returning. 'That little bastard turned me in! Told that Powell freak where I was! If I could get my hands on him now . . .' Roy continued to dwell on his perceived injustices as the plane took off. He and the other prisoners had been told that they were being transferred to another secure facility.
A couple of hours later Roy was awakened from a light slumber by the sound of the Captain's voice over the intercom.
"Good evening gentlemen, I do hope your flight has been sufficient so far, seeing as how it's about to get worse. I'm afraid you will not be going to another facility as you were told. No, we've a much better idea for you," the Captain laughed before continuing, "The crew and I will be taking our leave from this flight and you are on your own. Don't worry though, I've already put the plane into descent and it should make a nice soft landing soon." He laughed again.
'What? What the hell's he talking about?' Roy thought it was some sort of joke. The other prisoners were looking at each other, confused.
"For those of you lucky enough to survive the ensuing crash, congratulations, you've just earned yourself a new job with some excellent perks. Goodnight and good luck gentlemen."
With that, the Captain and crew, with parachutes strapped to their backs, opened the plane door. A brutal cold wind burst through the cabin and the prisoners began to realize this wasn't a cruel joke. Each crew member jumped from the plane, not before giving a wave and a vindictive smile to the convicts trapped on board.
Roy felt panic overwhelm him - his heartbeat increased, his palms were sweaty. He was as lost and confused as the others. Furious too.
'Those sons'a'bitches! I ain't no criminal and I don't deserve to die like one!'
Roy struggled futilely against his chains, as did the others. Somewhere behind him he heard a hissing, like a pressurized tank being opened. All of them could feel the pressure changing and, looking out the window, Roy could see the earth rising to meet them at a horrifying speed.
He yelled and struggled harder, the panic taking over. The chains still did not yield. His brain was getting fuzzy with from all the chaos - dropping pressure, the earth rising, the noise of the inmates struggling, and panic. Doom was only moments away but still they struggled for freedom and a chance to live.
The plane finally kissed the ground and groaned as it was torn apart. Metal creaked and glass shattered. Everyone would have been tossed around violently if not for the chains holding them to their seats. The metal bird split into pieces, all of them tumbling over the ground at hundreds of miles per hour.
The last thing Roy remembered before losing consciousness was a tingling sensation through his body. He could feel his legs again.
A/N: Well, there's the prologue. What's gonna happen now? Worry not, I've already written the whole story, all that's left is typing it up and posting. Hope you enjoyed. More to come soon!
-Silver