After his mother is murdered by a mysterious man in a black trench coat, Aiden Haliwell finds himself through a dimensional rift into Acmeopolis, where he's adopted by Ace Bunny's parents. Years later, after the meteor hits the planet, Aiden and his...
The funeral was filled with many people that day, the day we buried my mom. I couldn't help but feel like everything was never gonna be good, that I'd never feel happy again. The priest read the passage from the Bible, the friends of my mom sobbing as they stood around the casket as it was lowered into the earth, and the rain gently falling, as if heaven itself wept for my mom, while I, myself, stood quietly, emotionally numb, thinking to myself that the cause of this was just a bad dream, that a mysterious man in a hooded, black trench coat, after sword fighting with my mother on the roof of a building, leaving her badly hurt, and afterward had shoved my mother off of the roof, to die on the ground, seven stories down. My father had disappeared when I was five. He and my mother loved each very much, and he was always a wonderful father to me. But one day when he left to visit some of their old friends far away, my father didn't come home when he was supposed to. No one knew what happened to him, and now with my mom dead, I was an orphan at seven and a half years old.
As the coffin gently settled at the bottom of the hole, I felt a gentle hand on my shoulder. "Don't worry, sweety. I'll make sure to get in touch with your godmother, and she can fly over from Seattle to take you back to live with her and her husband." the nice social worker said to me. Hearing that, I got very upset, and, jerking my shoulder from her hand, shouted, "I dont want to leave! I just want my mom back!" Before anyone could react, I turned and ran toward a large group of willow trees as the older folks started shouting my name and to come back.
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As I rested against the trunk of a particularly large willow tree, I finally let the tears start falling down my cheeks. Giving a sob, I sank to my knees and began to cry my eyes out. A flash of light caught my attention as a strange, swirling tunnel of multi-colored light appeared in front of me. Before I could react, I felt my self being harshly pulled toward the tunnel by a powerful, invisible force, like it was a black hole. I screamed as I found my feet leaving the ground as I grabbed onto the branch of a bush next to me to try and keep myself from being pulled in. As I saw the people at the funeral running toward me, seeing the scary situation I was in, my grip on the branch started to slip. "Help!" I screamed. My dad's work buddy, Marty, a big Latino man with the army, whose heart was as big as the rest of him, ran forward, him grabbing my wrist while others from the funeral grabbed onto him to keep him steady. "Hang on, Aiden! I got ya!" he shouted over the roaring winds caused by the weird light. But before he and the others could pull me toward them to safety, a tendril of light came out of the portal, slapping them all away, causing Marty to lose his grip on me. The tendril then grabbed my ankle, and pulled me toward the portal. The last I saw of Marty and the other friends of my parents that day, was them reaching out to me, with Marty shouting out my name, before everything went white and I lost consciousness.
Time Skip ¤¤¤
As I regained consciousness, I heard the steady beeping of a heart monitor, felt the softness of a mattress under me and a blanket over me, and smelled the scent of hand sanitizer. Opening my eyes slowly, I saw I was in a hospital room, with a large window to my left showing a city I didn't recognize. I got surprised when a flying car suddenly flew by, making me rub my eyes in disbelief. The door to my room opening snapped me out of it as I turned my head to look at my visitor. My jaw dropped at the person before me. There, in a doctor's uniform, was a rabbit, as tall as Marty and as strong looking. Gray fur covered his body, blue eyes looked at me with genuine care, and long ears stood up on top of his head, swiveling around at every small noise. "Ah, good. You're awake. How are you feeling, son?" he asked me, walking over and checking the monitor.
I shook my head, still in disbelief. "I think I'm hallucinating, sir." I finally answered him. He turned to me in surprise at that, asking me as he sat in a chair next to my bed, "Why do you say that, son?" "Because you look like a rabbit, and I saw a car fly by the window." I told him. "Hahaha! What, they don't have stuff like that from where you're from, son?" the doctor said with warmth. Not saying anything, I reached my hand out to his face, feeling the soft fur on his right cheek. I drew my hand back, saying to him, "You're really a rabbit." The rabbit doctor looked at me with an unreadable expression on his face, before asking me, "What year is it?" Thinking this was a silly question, I answered, "It's 2015, sir." He gave a big sigh at that, a look of sadness on his face as he put a paw-like hand on my head, gently rustling my hair. "Son, it's 2763. You came through a dimensional rift from your own time. And I'm afraid that's a one way ticket. I'm sorry." he said, bringing me into a hug.
I couldn't help but feel shocked at what he revealed to me, that I would never see Marty, or Aunt Nell and Uncle Tony, or anyone else back home ever again. I just hugged the doctor and cried. He just held me for a few minutes until I calmed down. Pulling away from him, I asked, "What's gonna happen to me now?" "Well, normally you would be sent to the orphanage here on Acmeopolis. But my wife and I have been thinking about adopting. We have a son of our own who's a little older than you, and we would all be more than happy to give you a good home here." He said, wiping away a stray tear from my eye. I must in a fairy tale, people this good hearted don't exist, I thought to myself. But as I looked into his eyes, I saw nothing but warm sincerity, kindness, and understanding. I couldn't help but smile. The doctor, smiling back at me, said,"What's your name, son?" "Aiden, my name is Aiden Haliwell." I told him, not knowing at that moment how amazing and strange my life would become.
