The heavy raindrops fell on the classroom window as the teacher kept on talking. The boy in the second desk from the back next to the window watched them fall. He did not know what the teacher was talking about. He did not care, anyway. He simply was thinking about going home that evening, just another typical high-school student.
The three o'clock bell rang and the teacher left the class. The boy simply stood up, displaying his tall figure, and grabbed his bag. His black, unkempt hair waved along his brow. His tired expression was evident. He just needed to get home and sleep. That was his main priority. He took two steps towards the door. A hand landed on his shoulder, stopping him. He turned his head. There was nobody there. He tried to turn away again but the tap recurred. He turned again. Nobody. A bump hit his forehead from below.
"Mazin, are you seriously ignoring me?"
Mazin looked down. Tremis Moranu, his brother-in-arms and best friend looked up at him, through his dark-blue hair and short height. He was short in stature, perhaps the shortest in the class, but his outgoing nature was evident. He had a slight scar underneath his left eye, a product of his venomous tongue and brutish behavior of picking fights with whoever got in his way.
"Sorry, Tremis. I did not..."
"See you. I knew you would say that. Anyway, how are you going home? The subway is inaccessible due to the earlier terrorist attack."
Mazin took a second to answer. "I came with my bike today. No need to worry about me."
"That's good."
Mazin and Tremis have been friends since high school begun roughly two years ago despite knowing each other from middle school. They were in the same middle school before. When they moved to high school, they met each other. In solitude after seeing new faces everywhere, they were drawn to each other, two opposites. One short, outgoing and energetic, the other tall, a loner and gloomy. Who reached out to the other one was everyone's guess.
"I'm going by my dad, today. Though my home is not too far from here, my parents want to ensure I'm safe from any incidents. Okay, I gotta go. See you."
Mazin could only smile. His mother, who was his only parent, worked two towns away. Normally, he would get to see her every Friday night, but due to the subway being caught up in an explosion ( though calling it an implosion would have been more accurate), she could not visit him.
Mazin walked down the stairs and rushed to the school gate. His bicycle was safely parked, its dark frame moistened by the downpour. He had no time. The rain was getting worse. He stepped over the bicycle and took a seat. He pushed through the school gate and onto the sidewalks. Thinking back, he remembered the report from the previous evening. It stated an explosion had occurred at the Regal-Omen business building and it had caused huge damage to the subway line that was passing below it. The report, however, was oddly strange. The building itself never crashed down. The eye-witnesses said they saw a bright flash of light, which then collapsed inwards before there was a shockwave. When the people could see again, it was simply a crater, as if a giant beast had bitten out a chunk from the world.
Mazin was speeding still. He passed by a construction area, a project entailing building of apartments. His mother had been thinking of selling their old home to buy an apartment here. The rain had begun subsiding. Mazin slowed down a little.
.....
'BOOOOM'
.....
Mazin was flung at least seven metres away. The building behind him had just experienced an explosion. Mazin felt a warm red liquid on his forehead. He had hit his head on the crash.
"Shit."
He tried to crawl towards his bicycle when two silhouettes flew over his head, landing at least ten metres away. "WHAT THE FUCK!!!"
He turned his head towards where they flew from. The dust from the explosion began to settle, enabling him to see through it.
.....
His mouth stood open in shock. Did he hit his hard too hard that he became stupid.
Two figures stood there; men, he assessed. Another small, black object was also in their midst. It weaved through the air in all sorts of patterns. One of the men raised his arms at the side. Water from all directions rose from the ground and twisted around, forming tentacles. They flew forward, towards the glowing object, which weaved and escaped its path before turning back and flying through the side of the water tentacle, shattering it. It began to fly towards the man who was controlling water but stopped mid-air. The other man had outstretched his arms. The object seemed to be experiencing an extreme weight, struggling to break free.
Suddenly, the object began glowing a bright white and vibrating. It then released a powerful shockwave, breaking free while also throwing the two men away from itself. The man flew, at least ten metres from it but landed safely, barely. The object swerved around again, seemingly looking for something.
Then, it stopped.
The last thing Mazin remembered that night was a bright , black light growing in intensity. Whilst growing larger. Then, he was it all went black.