Disclaimer: I own nothing but my OC, John
Once again they were moving and John hated almost every part of it. This always happened just when he was starting to make friends again. But his father's profession called and as thus they were moving once more. However there was one thing the John couldn't argue about moving this time; the location to which they were moving was Beverly Hills California. The day before had been used packing and saying goodbye to the few friends he had made. While he had been saying his goodbyes he could not help to feel that within the next month they would have forgotten him. So wearily and downcast he had been packing his valuables. That night he had spent a lot of time looking out the window of his room at the beachhead and thinking his dark thoughts. But far above a start suddenly burst into life, burning brighter than any other.
He awoke the next morning in a kind of dull haze. He rubbed his eyes and brought things back into focus. That's when the smell hit him, bacon…. and pancakes. In a flash he was dressed and descending the stairs into the vast sea of moving boxes. For all he was worth John could not understand his father, the man was always moving but insisted on being an insufferable pack rat. "Hey dad! I know I told you to through some of this out!" a sigh could just be heard through the muffling cardboard jungle. A voice then called out from the vicinity of the kitchen.
"Son, one day you'll understand that…" he was going to finish but was abruptly interrupted by the arrival of John and the finish of his thought
"That each item here has a story to tell, if I would but listen, yeah dad. I've heard that before" johns father looked stunned as John rolled his eyes at him
"Damn straight" his father finally stuttered "now eat up or we will be late for the plane" he didn't have to tell john twice, as a matter of fact john was already eating before he passed that last command off. Before either of them really knew it they were in the car and on their way (which was kind of a rude awakening for the father :P).
"Did we really have to get here 4 hours in advance?" asked john flatly after about an hour of waiting in the terminal. "I mean we are catching a red eye flight its not as if we really had to hurry" his father got a troubled look and let his head sink down.
"I suppose not… It seemed like such a good idea at the time" he ran his finger through his graying hair "but it can't be helped. Lets get some sleep eh?" he said again looking at his sun and grinning widely.
"First good idea you've had all morning." John grumbled as he sank back into his seat; finally falling into an uneasy sleep. The rest of his time in the airport was a kind of blur of getting onto the plain and taking his window seat that should have been his fathers.
About an hour into the flight john saw northern lights off the side of the ship, the lights were behaving strangely, instead of coming in and flickering out they sustained their bright incredible colors in a straight line right towards the plane. John's father had moved to a separate seat and was being a nuisance to the flight attendant and seemed to not notice the behavior of the lights.
Then, at that moment; all hell broke loose, the lights in the cabin began to flicker, the face masks dropped and the seat belt light came on. The lights passed through the walls of the plain and hit john who had just managed to get his seat belt on. He screamed in anguish as his vision turned to dots and line of amazing color and radiance before all went black.
totally spies will make an appearance next chapter, other heroes will be in the near future as this epilogue is but the beginning of Johns adventure
