"Raven! What do we do! There's an entire team coming up the stairs right now!" Yelled a man within the large control room. There was thirteen of them in total, but not including the woman that was named 'Raven.' Terrorists that had taken over a nuclear weapons facility in Russia and regularly threatened the world for no known reason, now facing the threat of a Special Ops force storming the place and calling them on their bluff. The yelling man wasn't really that big or imposing, looking just like an average joe and sweating like a pig.
Raven smirked to the man and shrugged lightly, without care. "I suppose you fight, boys ... though I don't think you're going to win." The comment surprised almost all of the members, but the one woman who wasn't pulled her gun out on Raven with ease, as if expecting the black-haired woman to betray them all. All of them reeled in for a moment at the realization that someone had pulled a gun out, but Raven didn't even bother flinching. She knew what she was capable of and no bullet was going to stop her - in fact, everything was going according to plan. Soon it'd all be over.
"Fuck you! I knew yew'd leave us ta hang an' dry! Since you ain't gonna help, I'll jus' kill ya!" It was too late as a blur of images flashed through the room, spiraling random papers into the air and causing some of the members to cover their eyes, only to have the gun scream out as it shot a bullet into the wall. As the debris settled, Raven was gone ... and the Special Ops was only getting closer.
Kiowa, Colorado - Myles Nolan's Bookstore
December 21st, 2013 - 10:31 A.M.
Ding! Myles looked up from his book to see a teenager walk in, dressed in jeans, a hoodie, and a cap sitting on his head. He looked confident enough and causal and Myles just smiled at him as he returned the gesture with a nod. Nothing out of the ordinary, just a normal day taking care of his bookstore. It was a small bookstore along the main road, mostly lined with novels of fiction and non-fiction with a few shelves of comic books. Humble and pleasant, just the way Myles liked it, able to escape the real world and delve into fantasy worlds with heroes and villains, from magic to superpowers. It had always inspired him, reading heroic tales of great individuals saving the world from destruction and loved the feeling of allowing other people to escape into their own worlds too.
Today though, was not ordinary, not in the least. Be it fate's hand or by some higher design, the same teenage boy that walked into Myles' store that day would be the instrument in changing his life forever. Today, he would discover.
The boy eventually came around to the counter with a comic book of X-Men #132, a collectable of sorts that was tagged with a price of eighty dollars due to it's near mint condition that Myles had kept it in. This caused the man to look up from his book titled Warbreaker and setting it face down to keep his place as she started typing in the computer to find the price. "That'll be.." However before he could finish, the teenager touched the monitor for a moment as the screen glitched and as Myles pulled up the price, he stumbled for words in confusion. It clearly said it was only priced at five dollars, but Myles was way too organized to know it was an error. Flashing the kid an embarrassing smile, he went to correct the mistake and typed in the original eighty dollars and looked back to his costumer. "Eighty one seventy nine please.."
For a moment, the teenager hesitated and gave Myles a confused look before putting the comic on the counter and pointing to the screen. "It says five dollars though." Myles blinked for a moment and looked back to the monitor and shook his head in disbelief. What the hell? He sighed in frustration and went to work on changing it again, letting it read eigh- ... no, it was back to five dollars again. Furrowing his brow, he worked at the keyboard to get back to the editing screen and suddenly found himself locked out, like it had frozen and yet he could do anything else he wanted. His eyes slowly went to look over the kid.
Sometimes the soul is a funny thing. It can link and connect with others when we don't know ourselves why we feel so comfortable with one another. Sometimes it whispers to us though, and let's us know something is wrong, even when we don't know what it is.
"What did you do? H-how are you doing that?" Myles grabbed the teenager's hand only to have the boy retract his hand quickly and step back, almost shocked that Myles was somehow able to guess that the teenager was at fault, even if he couldn't prove anything. It didn't last long though - ding! Both of them looked towards the door to see two men dressed in suits staring back at them. At first, Myles didn't notice anything, but quickly his vision blurred as the men started walking towards them and soon enough it was all black.
Kiowa, Colorado - Myles Nolan's Bookstore
December 21st, 2013 - 3:02 P.M.
When he woke back up, he groaned in confusion, pulling himself up from the floor. It was bright and the clock read three in the afternoon. What? He glanced around to discover the boy was gone, the men were gone, and his store had been locked and the close sign flipped so he could see the word 'open' from inside his store. "What the fuck?" he asked himself out loud and looked around. Nothing. Holding his hand to his head for a moment, he sighed and brushed back his hair as he sat there and thought, placing his hands on the keyboard and staring at the editing screen. What is the world was that? Was that kid locking me out somehow? I need to unlock it ... I really don't want to close just to get this piece of shit working again. Myles flared in frustration at the thought, partially because it meant spending money and partially because he was so confused and hated being confused. He wanted his comic to be eighty like it was supposed to be!
Then it was. It felt a slight tingling, like a small voice was trying to beep in his mind, and the computer was suddenly unlocked and the book was set to eighty dollars again. "Did ..." he said out loud, trailing off as he stared at the computer screen. How? He looked down and remembered how the teenager was touching his monitor and that the price changed to five dollars and stood there, thinking, replaying it in his mind. After a few moments, he looked back up at the computer screen and warily willed the eighty dollars to change to five dollars.
X-Men #132, a comic book in near mint condition that normally sells for seven-five dollars was now selling for five dollars at Nolan's Bookstore on Main St, Kiowa, Colorado and Myles, the owner, did not press one key.