I do not own Thunderbirds. Constructive criticism and general comments are highly appreciated.
The curtains of his university dorm were drawn open to let the moonlight in, John finding it easier to work when the moon was shining on his face despite being a health hazard, his paled and slightly freckled face illuminated by the white light of his laptop screen. Scrawny, thin fingers tapped the keyboards, seemingly independent of their owner as John's green eyes behind thin glass frames flickered left and right as he rapidly read the words that appeared on screen, only pausing to correct a mistake. John worked best when he was absorbed in his work, a trance that not even the brightest star could break.
Yet, like many other great minds John needed a break. His laptop computer beeped suddenly as the monitor flashed a screen that blocked the work he had in front of him in view, John snapping back from his seat as he was surprised at the display in front of him. That was when he saw that his youngest and equally space loving brother Alan was calling, and noticed the ache upon his fingertips. How long was he writing for?
With a heavy sigh, he carefully rubbed his eyes under the frames of his glasses before turning the lamp next to him, before reaching the mouse beside him and clicking the display to accept the call from Alan. Within millisecond, the smiling face of Alan appeared on his screen, his room illuminated by sunlight.
"'Sup, John!" Alan greeted his brother cheerfully, his voice slightly distorted by the transmission.
"Hello, Alan." John replied back, giving the young teen on the other end a small yet tired smile, "I'm doing fine. How are you and the others?"
"Oh, we're doing okay. Dad's just got the last boxes off the jet and Gordon's already checking out the pool. After we're done unpacking me and Gordon-"
"-Gordon and I." John corrected.
"Whatever! Anyway Gordon and I are going to go explore this island... Maybe we'd even find Cthulhu!"
"I'd doubt that you'd find Cthulhu, Alan." John said, though he was amused by Alan's enthusiasm, however he was then met by the sight of Alan sticking his tongue.
The move from a small home in the farms of Kansas to an equally isolating island in the South Pacific was a hard one. When John found out about this change of scenery, he was surprised that his father wanted to move somewhere else so suddenly, although he had his suspicions that it was due to the recent death of his mother.
"How is the view?" he asked Alan, taking off the frames that he was wearing, putting them down beside him on the cluttered desk.
"It's alright." Alan replied, knowing what John was talking about, "There are a lot of cliffs around, but I'd have to do some climbing later."
"Climbing?" John said, a slightly teasing tone in his voice, "What would Scott say if he found out?"
"Scott won't find out. And anyway, I'm strong enough to take care of myself!" Alan exclaimed confidently, flexing his slim arms exaggeratedly, causing John to giggle slightly in amusement.
"Well, make sure you're safe if you do."
"I will. And John?"
"Yes, Alan?"
"Take care of your skin okay?"
"I will."
A soft smile of assurance later and Alan was gone, and with the absence of his brother, John allowed himself to drop his shoulders and sigh, rubbing the tired that hung heavily on his eyes. Pushing away from his workplace, he reached for the lights, turning them on before wandering towards the mirror that hung on the wall. Slowly, he peeled off his shirt to see his bare chest. Having freckles on your chest was a normality with humans, but the way that the mass of freckles spiraled towards his heart like a galaxy was a concern, with many popping out from nowhere with each day.
Sighing, he reached for his skin cream on the galaxy that was printed on his chest, before putting on his pajamas, turning off the lights and carefully crawling into his bed to sleep till the dawn of the new day, the moon shining its light in his hair, as if singing him a lullaby as he drifted into his dreams.
Ares was unlike his parents: bright ginger hair rivaled their locks of blonde as if it outshone the sun, eyes so green that it seemed like it was formed from the remains from gas giants, skin pale and full of freckles as if they were stars shining in an inverted sky. Many considered the heir to the throne to be otherworldly, something that Ares thought to be true as well, the seeds of entitlement sown into his mind.
The King and Queen were quick to get him ready for the throne, since they were soon going to die themselves, their time ticking away, death looming above them. Soon Ares was proficient in reading, calligraphy, physics, dancing, art, music, politics, language. Ares was quickly regarded as a child prodigy by many of his kingdom's scholars, but he knew that he did not feel as though he belonged in the shadows of his parents, and wanted to instead belong up with the stars; every time he looked up at the heavens he saw them as if they were calling for him, and every night he would escape the fortress that he called a home to bask in their light, becoming one with the cosmos even momentarily.
And fate had plans for the prince. A diplomatic relation with an ally planet turned wrong, and he was sent to the stars. Ares gawked the sight of lights in the black as his ship sailed through stardust, his green eyes shimmered with delight, lighting up as if they were stars themselves. However, this was torn from him as they descended towards the collapsing planet. Within a fit of rage form being torn by his stars, he yelled at the captain to fire down at the planet, and soon had lain waste to it, destroying the civilization that lived on it into submission.
