Hey guys and gals, sorry for the wait. I am back with another view into the alternate life of Michael Vey. I have the problem of not being able to write a whole chapter of one story so now I have a bit of a lot of chapters for different stories. So, expect a couple of updates in short succession and then a bit of a wait. I have been trying to get better at this but to no avail. If anyone out there has ADD or ADHD, then you know what I'm talking about.

Anyway, please enjoy and I will talk to you at the bottom!

Chapter 5: Gone

Michael looked around to see he was in a dark room with multiple chairs, or thrones rather, situated around a circular table. There was one, however, that seemed to exude a sense of power and authority, even though it was empty.

What caused his survey of the room to falter, though, was that the thrones seemed occupied. And, when I say 'seemed', I say it because they were more like shadows rather than people. Like in a game when you haven't unlocked certain characters yet, so they are just silhouettes until you unlock them. The only one without shadow, was the main one he was staring at.

There were 16 thrones besides the main one, all seeming to have something about it that was unique to the silhouette it housed.

While all of this was certainly weird, what shocked him the most was that Ostin and Taylor were there too. They each had their own seat at either side of the main one. Ostin's throne was fairly simple. The whole thing was blocky and made from what looked like silver, with numbers and letters decorating the edges. It had many gears and cogs along the sides and back spinning like a steampunk fan's wet dream. Ostin himself wore a lab coat over a black, form-fitting shirt, blue jeans, and some sneakers. He seemed to be reading a book, though Michael couldn't read the title, due to him not speaking whatever language that was.

Taylor, on the other hand, wore a beautiful white sundress and light brown sandals with little flowers on them. She seemed content and happy, so much so that you might even think she were sleeping and having a wonderful dream. The throne she sat on was bright gold and practically sparkled with gems and jewels of grandeur. Though, even with all of this, the part she was most proud of was the garden around her feet, brought to life by the colorful plants that surrounded her throne.

Michael was about to step towards the main throne when suddenly the very earth shook with violent rage. The vibrations were so powerful that Michael was immediately brought to the ground, his hands covering his ears to try to save himself from the thunderous roars of the earth.

Electricity seemed to spark to life around him, as if in tandem with the vibrations. As the shaking increased, so did his electricity. It seemed to go on forever, eventually creating a storm of lightning and earth, surrounding him like the eye of a hurricane.

Until a voice spoke. It was so quiet that one might think it was just a figment of their imagination. Michael was shocked that he could hear it so clearly, over the tremors and through his own hands. But, even so, the one phrase seemed to halt everything, even time itself.

"The prophesy has begun."

"Michael!"

Michael's eyes shot open to see Ostin at the side of his bed, staring at him in worry.

"Ostin?"

"Jesus, Michael, you scared me half to death. You were sleeping soundly until you suddenly started shaking uncontrollably and sparking like a loose wire. Thankfully, no one was in here besides me, but I was honestly scared you would go haywire on the whole building if it continued." Ostin blew out a sigh of relief seeing as how everything was under control now.

"Sorry, had a bit of a crazy dream. It seemed so real, as if I could touch it, and yet, completely unreachable at the same time. Until the end. That was completely real. And scary." Michael thought aloud as he held his head in exasperation.

"Umm, Michael, how are you feeling? You know, after last night." Ostin asked timidly, not sure how much of the event his friend remembers.

"What do you me-." suddenly everything hit him like a freight train. The man, his "friends", their powers, his… mom.

Michael's eyes widened considerably as he jumped to get out of bed, that he just now realized was a hospital bed.

"Woah there sport, no need to go running off now." A new voice called out, drawing the attention of both teens.

He was a well-built man with a brown mustache and big brown eyes. He wore a standard police uniform while his hat was underneath his left armpit, leaving his light brown buzzcut out for the world to see. He held himself like a statue and exuded a sense of confidence and importance. More so than any cop he's met.

"My name is detective Davis and I'm here with my partner, detective Adams…" he introduced, motioning to another person, this time a woman with blonde hair and rectangular wireframe glasses. She wore the standard woman's uniform of the police, though, without a hat in sight. "…to ask you a few questions about what happened last night."

Michael was immediately wary of these two, not knowing how much they already knew about the attack. Who knows how many people saw that kid…Zeus shoot lightning from his hands.

"Son, if you could leave the room for a moment." Davis said to Ostin.

"Actually, he was with me yesterday. He was the one who called for help, so I would appreciate it if he could stay with me." Michael cut in, not wanting to have to deal with all of this alone so soon after waking up.

"I see, very well then, you can stay. I am not going to take up too much of your time now, just want to ask a few questions, then we'll be on our way." Davis placated, pulling up a seat so that he could get comfortable. Adams, on the other hand, simply stood by the door with her hands behind her back.

"First of all, is your name Michael Vey? I know, I know, but its protocol." Davis laughed at Michael's are-you-kidding-me look.

"Yes."

"Second, what were you and your mother doing at Mac's Purple Pig Pizza Parlor and Piano Pantry last night?" Davis asked, slightly stumbling over the stupidly long name.

"It was my birthday, so we went there to eat after going to the aquarium to celebrate. We hadn't spent more than a half hour there before we had to leave, and that's when they showed up."

"They? Do you remember who they were?" the detective asked, noting the fact that they had to leave.

"Well, there was a carjacker first. He tried to take our car and money. As I went to give him the keys… I don't know. I can't remember." Michael trailed off, hoping they didn't catch his mistake.

"Clyde Stewart. We have him in custody and are interrogating him now, though he seems pretty tight-lipped. Continue." Davis said, jotting some stuff down on his notepad.

"Ok, well, the next thing I remember is a man. He wore a suit and tie, but what was weird was that he wore thick sunglasses, even though it was evening. He had two kids with him…"

"Other victims?" Davis interrupted.

"No, he said they were friends, and they didn't seem to mind being with him."

Davis nodded and wrote it down before looking back up expectantly.

"Umm, they helped him knock me and my mother out. The last thing I remember was Ostin calling for help and the man say…" Michael trailed off.

"Damn it, fine, we'll take her."

"Say…?" Davis asked.

"Say: 'Grab her.'" Michael lied. He was smart enough to know that if he told the truth, then the detectives will figure out that his mother wasn't their target.

He was.

And who knows what they would do if they thought that Michael was who they were after.

He could just imagine the interrogations and experiments if they found out about his powers.

"Ok, well, is there anything you would like to add, Mr. Liss?" Davis asked, hoping that the boy would fill in the blanks left by Michael's explanation.

"Uhh, no, I was unconscious for most of the encounter. One of the other kids knocked me out almost immediately after confrontation. I only woke up after Michael and Mrs. Vey were on the ground and I called for help as soon as I could." Ostin added, almost as if he had done it a million times.

"Thank you, we'll put this in our report. If you have any questions, here's my card." As he said this, detective Davis pushed his chair back to its original spot before heading towards the door.

Detective Adams didn't move a muscle, instead choosing to stare at the hospitalized boy with an intense gaze.

"How did you incapacitate Clyde, again?" Adams spoke up for the first time.

"Adams…" Davis warned.

"I don't remember." Michael answered with a furrowed brow.

"You don't remember? So, you're saying you did do it, you just don't remember how?" She persisted.

"Wait, what?" Michael asked, taken aback by the sudden question.

"Just tell me how you did it. Clyde complained about being shocked silly. It was certainly more powerful than a taser, and yet we couldn't find anything at the scene. So, ho-"

"Adams! This is not an interrogation!" Davis yelled.

The female detective forcefully shut her mouth before turning and leaving the room.

Davis turned to the teens and gave a sheepish smile before apologizing and taking his leave.

"Sorry about that, she usually not like this. Anyway, I'll leave you to get better."

"What the hell was that about?! That goes way above just being confused by a case." Ostin asked, exasperated. He turned to get his friend's opinion when he saw that his gaze hadn't left the door.

"Michael? What's wr-" he was cut off, however by Michael bringing his hand up in a stop motion.

Ostin continued to stare at his friend with worry until he saw what looked like a slight glow appear in his eyes. Completely unnoticeable unless you were right next to him.

Michael scanned the room a couple of times before he seemed to lock onto something. Though, that just confused Ostin more as his best friend was now staring intently at some 'Get well soon' flowers. Michael stared for only a few seconds before turning to Ostin as if nothing happened.

"I hope they find mom soon, I would hate for her to miss your competition." Michael said, though his tone seemed off.

"My…competition?" Ostin whispered in confusion.

"Yeah, your speech contest. Your paper on the Russians spying on us while the police do nothing is sure to win 1st place." Michael explained, confusing Ostin even more.

"What the hell is he talking about? I didn't write anything on the Russians spying…on…us…" Ostin's thoughts trailed off as he glanced at the flowers again, though careful to not be obvious about it.

"Someone is spying on us while using the flowers as a cover. Good job, Michael." Ostin almost broke out in giggles at how smart his friend had become under his tutelage.

You see, while Michael trained Ostin's body, Ostin helped train Michael's mind. Though, Ostin made sure to keep up with his own brain exercises, and not just remembering useless information, but also cryptology, detective work, criminal investigations, and all sorts of stuff.

"Yeah, I hope. Anyway, you should get some rest, you've had a long couple of days. And I'll get rid of these flowers for you, wouldn't want you swelling up or anything." Ostin said as he picked up the vase.

"Thank you. I should be dismissed by tomorrow since I didn't really sustain any real damage. So, after I'm discharged, I'll swing by your place?" Michael said, glad that he could get through to his friend.

"Sounds good. I'll see you tomorrow then. Goodnight." And with that, he left to dispose of the bugged vase.

Though, that left Michael with even more questions. Why did detective Adams get so flustered? Who bugged his room? What were they hoping to overhear? Who exactly took his mother? And, most importantly, how did it all connect?

There was no way this was all a bunch of coincidences. That just doesn't happen, especially when you're not a normal teen.

Michael tried to block the unanswerable questions out of his head in order to get a bit of sleep. Though, a picture of his mom would haunt his dreams for the rest of the night.

Chapter End

Hey guys, sorry about the short chapter. I wanted to get this updated before I went to sleep and after a day full of my laptop running like crap and randomly restarting about a dozen times, I am glad I am done. I hope you all enjoyed. This is where the story really starts diverging from the canon. I was originally just going to go through the canon storyline with just a powered up Electroclan, but as I was writing this chapter, my mind exploded with dozens of ideas and plot twists that will definitely need to be save for another story I do.

I'm sure you can guess where I'm going with the thrones, but I hope it's not too obvious. And before you start guessing, I want to say that: No, Michael does not become some powerful dictator ruling over the world with an iron fist. While cool, he's not that type of guy… (*whispers* yet)

Anyway, I hope you enjoyed and I would love to hear about your guys' ideas for powers/upgrades for the Electroclan and please say who the power is for. I'll leave it at that, so I don't start rambling again. I'll see you guys in the next one, Seeya!

P.S.- Who actually reads these little author notes? I'd love to see how many actually do in the reviews! Ok, bye for real!