Disclaimer: I do not own any of these characters, except for those I invent.
D.C. is a character I invented. For details, please see "D.C. and the CN Tower" chapters one, two, three, four, and five.
I am not trying to repeat any sci-fi shows or movies. If anyone has seen a show or movie with a similar plot, I apologize for boring the socks off you.
Being in an airplane can be so boring. DC had only a limited space to spread out in, and even in the jumbo jet's circuitry he felt cramped.
It was a relief to land in London. He quickly zipped out, following the power lines through the traffic tunnel running under the English Channel to France. Then he got as close to Paris as he possibly could.
He came out in a sidewalk café. Several tables and chairs were overturned, and the building next to it had shattered windows and smoke and flames poured out from the second and third floors. He was across the street from the fog.
Now, the gray mist was blocking radio, TV, and microwave signals, yet it let vehicles and people through. However, when a person ran into the mist, witnesses heard screams of terror which always were cut short. Cars' brakes would squeal and stop, and airplane transmission would cut off.
And there it was, across the street, half-covering the buildings there. The outlines of the structures would be sharp, then become softer and softer until swallowed up by the gloom.
DC ducked behind a hedge as a tank and a Humvee rumbled past. Several patrols had been set up around the fog obscured city, so that no one would try to get in. But now DC had to.
He took a breath, then broke into a run across the street.
Several yells and shouts in French followed him, followed by a single "STOP!". DC plunged into the fog. The suddenly came into clear air. The barrier was only a couple of inches thick.
DC had a quick glance at the distant Eiffel Tower when something struck him down. Something was drilling into his neck!
DC did the only thing he could. He screamed.
High above in the vastness of space, a spaceship was hiding behind the far side of the Moon. Inside, two slightly humanoid creatures were working at a complicated console. They appeared to be human, but with a few subtle differences. First of all, their ears were slightly higher then those of a human. They had purple hair, yellow eyes, and had six fingers on the right hands.
They also had three pairs of arms.
"Sirius Two-Five-Nine, another human has been implanted in the city."
"Yes, Rigel Six-Seven-One, subject is male, Caucasian, 19 teras old, 72 petas tall, and is currently under our control. Subject is mutant, powers are as follows: Able to control all known forms of energy, able to turn energy into matter, able to turn matter into energy."
"That fits all requirements for ultimate power. This is the mutant we have been searching for. Sending transmission to home planet."
Outside, a satellite dish that looked exactly like Earth type dishes rotated around. It pointed toward a faint star, and sent the transmission.
Two hours later.
"Transmission coming in from home planet. Message is as follows: 'Make sure this is the one. Test subject. Subject will be tested against the following mutants already captured:
Name: Cyclops
Power: To expel energy from eyes
Name: Jean Grey
Power: Telekinesis
Name: Storm
Power: To control climate in limited spaces
Name: Wolverine
Power: Unknown healing capabilities, adamantium skeleton with retractable 18 peta claws
'All former mutants captured together. Also test subject with following:
Name: Jean-Pierre
Power: Able to control geological activity
Name: Marie
Power: Superhuman strength.
The former mutants will be allowed independent thought. Subject will fight all of them at Structure 264.'"
"Prepare the test. Route all mutants and the subject to Structure 264."
Back in Paris, D.C. lay on the cold ground, his eyes open and unblinking. A gray piece of metal was attached four inches below his left ear. A red light started to blink on it, and D.C. seemed to come to life. But it wasn't D.C. anymore. A menacing form stood up. He looked toward the Eiffel Tower. He smiled evilly. "Time to teach the good guys a lesson." Chuckling, he lifted off the ground and floated toward the Eiffel Tower.
Marie Martel sat up groaning. She felt awful, and the throbbing in her neck didn't help much. She looked around, and was surprised to find herself in the gift shop on the Eiffel Tower. What happened? I was just in class a moment ago! She stood up. She marveled at the fact that she was able to recognize where she was, because only one light was on in the whole store. She looked out one of the windows encircling the entire store. It would seem that most of the lights in the whole Tower were off. Only a few were on, and it almost seemed like someone had turned on and off the lights to make the Tower seem as spooky as possible. Some of the lights were even flickering. Marie shivered. Even though she only had a T-shirt and shorts on, she wasn't cold, it was just scary here. There was no body else here, and she didn't think she could find her way down to the ground. Then, suddenly, a giant steel girder came crashing through the ceiling.