Jon sat behind his large, mahogany desk, copying some notes from his Quantum Notebook, where he stored the notes that he took in the field, into the manuscript for the book that he was writing. He hadn’t been working on the book for very long and had only copied about three chapter’s worth of content before hearing a small speaker on his desk begin to make noise. “BEEP BEEP, intruder alert. An intruder has broken through the front door and is headed up the stairs.”
Jon, an overly cautious individual, pressed one of several buttons that were installed on a panel on the surface of the desk. A thick, metallic looking panel slid shut over the doorway to the office Jon resided in. The office, which Jon had designed himself, was essentially a Density Matter cube, where Density Matter was a super-dense, naturally forming material that was virtually indestructible.
Once the doorway was sealed, Jon then pressed a smaller, green button, activating a machine under the desk. The machine was essentially a drill, quickly winding what appeared to be a key sticking out of a handgun. This odd combination of mechanisms was a device known simply as the “Wind-Up Gun,” a handheld railgun that operated on a clockwork mechanism. After only a couple of seconds of whirring, the Wind-Up Gun let out an audible click, signifying that it was done charging.
Jon heard several clicks sound against the outside of the door and then heard an ear-splitting screeching noise. Bewildered be the strange noise, Jon tapped yet another button on the panel. Part of the desk slid away, revealing a small TV that was displaying a lone figure standing outside his door, smirking. Jon’s heart sank as he recognized the figure as Joan Machinsworth, not only his greatest rival, but also one of the most lethal people he had ever fought against. Fortunately, Jon had planned for this outcome to inevitably occur, so he pressed the final button on the panel, a small, purple one. Once pressed, deep, throbbing sound came from the dozens of speakers around the room.
After about a minute, the screeching sound faded and became silent. There was a moment in which the air was full of tension before a large rectangle of door exploded inwards, hitting the carpet and sliding across the office, stopping at the foot of the desk. Through the newly opened doorway, stepped Joan, her brown hair tied into a tight bun. She glanced around, no doubt noticing the sound, before walking over to the desk and taking a seat, her legs crossed and her hands clasped, resting on her stomach.
“Ah,” Joan said, breaking the momentary silence. “I see you’ve begun dabbling in harmonic frequencies.” Joan waved her hand, vaguely gesturing towards the walls. “But which frequency did you choose to attack? It’s surely not the human body, because then we’d both be dead right now.”
Jon chuckled a bit at this, responding coolly with, “Why it’s simple, really. You see, in the several months since the last time the two of us tangled, I devoted my time to trying to figure out how to disable your ability. Turns out, that it was quite simple; you see, whenever your body shifts from one material to the next, your body always hits a specific harmonic frequency. I then, duplicated the harmonic frequency and that is what’s pumping through the speakers right now.” Jon leaned back in his chair, his hand still on his gun.
Joan began chuckling. The chuckling turned to giggling, which then turned into full blown laughter. “It’s funny that you should mention that!” Joan said, wiping a tear from her eye. “You see, the Hive has a list of enemies that remain at large. This list is quite small, mind you, with only about a hundred people total.”
Jon cut her off, “And the point is?”
Joan glared at him, then continued, “One of the men on this list goes by the name, the Maestro and his power is extremely strong, yet simple; he has the absolute manipulation of sound. Now, when someone’s name is put on the list, the Hive’s Science Division begins calculating weaknesses and strengths of the threats, so that Hive members can be more prepared to fight them. One of the first things that the Science Division found about Maestro was that it was well within his power to utilize our harmonic frequencies against us. Most of us then received genetic mutations that allows us to shift our harmonic frequencies to any frequency not already around us, which is a handy little tool for the other Hive members.”
Jon, with a puzzled look on his face, asked, “Wait, you said other Hive members; why didn’t you get the surgery, if it’s as useful as you imply?”
Joan smiled, “Why, THAT’S simple, my dear genius; I don’t need it.” Joan’s body immediately began looking metallic and before Jon had time to blink, Joan’s body was in what appeared to be, a heavy-metal form. “You see, my power allows me to manipulate my body. I’ve used this in many ways, but I’ve found that I can also manipulate my own harmonic frequency.” Joan cleared her throat and continued, “It took some practice, but I was able to extend that to my transitional harmonic frequency as well.”
Jon drew the Wind-Up Gun and fired it straight at Joan’s head, hoping that her body was in a solid and not a liquid form, so that the bullet could shatter her head, doing massive damage to her. However, before the bullet could reach Joan, a man, moving so fast that not even Jon’s trained eyes could notice his movements, and caught the bullet.
Jon looked stumped for a second, before he realized who it was that caught the bullet. “Dragunov?! Two Inner Circle members in the same place? Crap…” Jon clicked a floor button with his foot. The floor suddenly flipped up and rotated outwards, dumping Jon outside the building. Jon thought himself in the clear, but, with about ten feet before impact, his descent slowed to a stop. Jon’s brows furrowed, his mind straining to its limits, trying to figure out what was happening. Whatever force that slowed him down, flipped him right-side-up and spun him around to face the user.
Jon saw before him a gorilla that was wearing a camo jacket and pants. There were several dozen medals adorning the gorilla’s chest and a military beret sat upon the gorilla’s head. “Simian,” Jon sighed, the sigh almost visibly draining him of energy. Jon knew that the situation was now critical; a point in which he would normally run away, but with Simian using his telekinesis to hold him, Jon couldn’t reach his S-Device.
A figure strode out from the shadows of the building and walked up to Jon. Jon didn’t recognize this one, but apparently the figure knew him. “Hello, Jon,” the figure said, reaching into the immaculate tuxedo that the man was wearing and pulled from it, a playing card with writing on it. “You are indeed powerful, with your limits almost reaching my own, so I created this seal especially for you. You should be proud, it took me a whole month to charge this with enough energy to actually seal you.” The figure tapped the card to Jon’s chest. He felt the card snap against him and then felt the telekinesis let go of him.
Jon tried his best to move, but found that he couldn’t move anything. The tuxedoed man crouched and continued, “I don’t believe we’ve met; my name is Alakazam and I’m the one who made you powerless to stop us…” After Alakazam finished speaking, he withdrew a black bag from within his tuxedo and slipped it over Jon’s paralyzed head, rendering the scientist blind. He felt himself being picked up, undoubtedly by the big ape’s telekinesis and felt his body travel through some sort of portal. He felt his arms and legs being shackled, but the bag was not removed.
Scion, who the Shadow had observed lounging upon a chair, beside a field, enjoying a Pina Colada and watching a little league soccer game. A child that the odd man had grown close to in the week he had spent on this ‘paradise island,’ was on the field and Scion, like half of the crowd present, cheered when the little tyke scored the final score of the game.
The kids jogged off the field and ran to their parents. Scion had turned to walk away, but a flicker of movement caught his eye. He turned back towards the field and saw patches of shadow spelling out a message on the field. The message read; “We have your friend Jon and if you do not come to this location, then we will kill him. Permanently.” A few seconds after having read the message, the shadows formed together and in letters that spanned the entire field there remained a single word, “HIVE” and a series of numbers that most people wouldn’t know what to do with, but Scion would recognize as coordinates of a universe.