Alex woke up screaming. He fell out of his bed and onto the wooden floor, clawing at his throat and gasping for air. He lay spazzing out the ground like a fish before he realized where he was. Home, in pajamas, and most importantly: Alive.
He quickly gave himself a pat down to make sure he had every limb and that said limbs were functioning before he did anything else. Thankfully everything was working and accounted for, so he sat up and leaned against his bed frame. He glanced over at the clock on his nightstand.
"9:30 A.M..Wait what the heck?!" He quickly looked all around his small dorm, seeing his backpack and hurriedly crawled to it, unzipping it and pouring its contents onto the floor. His phone, his wallet, his jacket and even his keys all clunked on to the ground in a heap. He stared at them all, dumbfounded.
"Was last night..a dream..? No that can't be, can it? It was all so real..What the hell was that slime..?" He brought a hand to his face and stuck out his tongue, poking it. He did the same with his ears and nose, just poking them. He didn't know why he poked them, it just felt appropriate.
Slowly he raised to his feet, stumbling over to his bathroom. He examined himself in the mirror.
If he was confused before, he was definitely confused at what he saw. It was still him, it wasn't as if his body morphed into some wild creature..In fact that's exactly what he expected. Instead what he got was just..Him.
"I took a few hits last night, so why am I?" He upturned his chin and just examined his face. It was completely fine. Not a scratch.
"Okay..?"
His phone began ringing before he could do anything else. He ran over to his phone and immediately unlocked it.
"Hello..?"
"..."
He gulped.
"..Hello..?"
"Oh heyyyy Alex. How're'ya?"
He rolled his eyes. Of course, who else would call at such a terrible time but his little sister?
" 'Lina, now is a terrible time. I'll call you later okay?"
"Waiiittttt-"
"Bye."
He clicked his phone off and threw it on his bed. He stared at it, looked towards his bathroom and immediately looked right back at his phone.
"My phone!!" The fact that he had his phone and other personal belongings finally occurred to him. The realization that he was home, in pajamas, with his stuff that was taken and now back in his possession sent a wave of anxiety through his body. He wanted to punch himself for just now realizing the danger he was in.
Whoever attacked him had the knowledge of where he lived. That meant they must have been stalking him because his apartment isn't unique and it isn't the only building underneath the abandoned highway bridge. It meant they must've been watching him for a while, because his room wasn't easy to scope out either. He began hyperventilating. What if they were watching him now? He hurried to his windows, pulling all the curtains shut. He paced around his room.
He sat in the corner of his dorm and gnawed on his knuckles. He pulled his knees up to his chest and began rocking back and forth, paranoid. He squeezed his eyes shut. He wasn't safe anymore. He wanted nothing more than to be away and in a safer place, far from there, he squeezed his eyes even tighter before the most peculiar thing happened.
He was suddenly enveloped in a warm and comforting sensation. He opened his eyes. He was surrounded by a force field of energy.
But it wasn't red, so it couldn't have been Stefani.
No,
It was pink.
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"Well, if it isn't my loving and adoring son. So nice to finally see you after all these years."
"Mother, please...You know I've been busy with university, not to mention hero work…"
"I'm only joking, dear."
Jason ate his breakfast in an awkward silence, his mother opposite of him in their unnecessarily large dining room. His mother, Calliope Brennon, was the exact opposite of him in every way. Not only did she maintain her image of pristine class, but everything down to her perfectly manicured nails demanded respect. Her beautifully wavy brown hair combined with her deep, piercing gray eyes weren't any traits Jason had inherited. Instead, he was the exact image of his mothers father, whom he was named after.
The entire side of his mothers family revoked a sense of fear and admiration to anyone who knew anything of his family name. The feats the Brennon family had accomplished with their business pushed not only Hollow City but the entire continent into an era of grandeur , all while maintaining the perfect combination of humility and pride they were praised for.
With all of these factors in play, it only further complicated the justification of Jason's existence.
You see, Jason was never meant to be born. In fact, his parents were never meant to be.
It is because of the circumstances in which he was conceived that he was allowed to live. Indeed, had it not been for certain events to occur due to certain peoples wishes, Jason would never have made it to see the light of the world.
Perhaps it was fate, or perhaps it was coincidence, but somebody is to thank for allowing him to exist. If you were to bring this question to him, he would simply say "my father". Jason had only met the man once during his early childhood years. It was a fleeting moment, something that he was banned from ever doing, yet it happened. He's 19 now, but the image of his father saving his friends burned brightly in his mind.
As it happens, his father happened to be the number one ranked S-Class, the most recognizable hero in the world, Prominent.