Adventures of MGTB: Ep 1

𝓬𝓱𝓪𝓹𝓽𝓮𝓻 𝓼𝓲𝔁

Chapter 6
Theo B.

My eyes snap open to the familiar blinding lights filtering onto my face. I wake up with the side of my face pressed against the concrete. Surrounding me are a bunch of ropes. Groggily craning my neck around, I notice I've actually managed to break out of the ropes tying me bound to the chair.

"Wake up sleepyhead." The girl returns, throwing what looks like a taser from one hand to the other. Realising I'm completely free of shackles and cuffs, I stumble up to my feet and yell out a dramatic war-cry as I charge over to her.

Bad idea. As soon as I do, a dark translucent dome emerges from beneath the ground, closing over the top of her like some kind of bubble-like forcefield. The second my body comes in touch with it, it catapults me across to the other side of the warehouse. My body goes rigid as I slam back-first into one of the steel support beams. A painful cry escapes my throat and I fall to the ground. Something inside my cracks. My shoulder blade burns like fire. Fuck. I think it's dislocated.

"You really gotta stop doing that." The voice is coming from the boy, but I can't see him anywhere. I feel a pair of hands slide over my shoulders, but when I spin around all I see are shadows.

"What the hell are you guys?" I ask again. I thought maybe I could get away with that invisible punch, but after being launched 50 metres by some kind of electric force field and had my breath taken away from me with the click of a finger, I know now that these people aren't normal. In fact, it's beginning to dawn on me that they might not even be human.

The things they can do... No, they're not human at all. They're superhuman.

"God, you ask too many questions," the girl mutters, gliding over toward me. She balls her right hand into a fist. Now either I'm hallucinating, or her hand is glowing. But considering the series of events that just occurred, I don't think it's my imagination.

"Unlucky for you, your sister wasn't home." I freeze at the words. I was right. They were after Emma. The girl's trademark smirk returns to her face again. The lights of the warehouse start to flicker. The dimming light makes her face look more hollow, as more shadows outline her features.

"So that means we're just going to have to do this the hard way," she goes on. The cold hands around my shoulder slide over to my neck, coiling around it. The fingers tighten. I squint through the pain. She chucks the taser in her left hand to her glowing right. Immediately it flashes, electric static pulsing throughout the machine. "The more you struggle, the more it's gonna hurt. Don't worry, we won't be killing you. We're just going to knock you out for a long time and— AHHHHHHH!!"

She doesn't get the chance to finish before I see Emma jump through the walls of the warehouse out of nowhere and ram the butt end of a crowbar in her face. The girl shrieks out in pain, clutching her eyeball. Okay, now I think I'm hallucinating.

"What!" I hear the boy's voice call out. "How did you—?!"

Then she takes aim and throws the crowbar straight at me — except it doesn't hit me at all, but instead the wall behind me. Somehow she throws it with such a force it tears through the walls of the warehouse. Sunlight spills through the open gap and immediately the hands around my neck release. It's not until she runs over to me and helps me stumble up to my feet when I decide that everything happening right now is real.

I turn around, just in time to see that the shadows from behind were gone, only to be replaced by the body of the boy. I can see him clear as day, shrieking out in agony on the floor. His screams pierce through the air and reverberate from across the entire warehouse. He's doubled-over in pain, shrivelling up into a ball on the ground. Now that I can properly get a look at his face, he looks like an ordinary sixteen year old boy. His hair is dishevelled, long and black, falling over his face and just above his shoulders. His face is scarred, and his skin is a powdered pale. It clicks in my head now. He must be allergic to sunlight.

I'm about to question how Emma jumped through a solid wall and discovered this guy is a vampire when she covers my mouth with her hand. "No time, we gotta run!" Being the older brother by one minute, I don't really like taking orders from my younger sister. But this couldn't be a better time to agree with her.

She grabs my wrist, and we both break off into a run for the exit. She's a lot faster than I remember. I'm almost tripping over my own feet just to keep up with her.

"We can't outrun them," I pant to her once we make it outside. "It'll take us hours to make it back—"

She cuts me off by grabbing my wrists and pulling me over her back. I don't get the chance to ask why she thinks this is any better of an idea before she zooms off. Her legs are a blur, moving faster than any sort of human I've ever seen running. I hold on, wrapping my arms around her as she races down the foreign suburbs. Everything around me is a blur. Wind slams into my face and through my hair. It's no doubt that she's running as fast as a car going 80km/h. So many questions are flooding through my mind. How the hell can she run so fast? How did she know I was here? How did she jump through a solid wall?

My mind flashes back to what the girl said to me earlier when I was in the chair.

'We know about your powers.'

'I guess we'll just have to get MG to give us our answers instead.'

The dots start to connect in my head, but I refuse to believe it. There's no way my sister has powers. I've known her for fourteen years of my life. Out of everybody here I would be the first one to know if she was superhuman. Not once has she ever acted like she was.

But I can't deny facts over reality. I just saw my own sister walk through a wall and run faster than a car. It would be stupid of me to think she was a normal person now.

"What's happening?" It comes out as more of a beg than an inquiry. I'm not even scared anymore, just confused. I don't know anything about what's going on. I don't even know what's real and what is it I'm imagining. I'm beginning to even question if Emma is really my sister at all. Did my real sister get swapped out for a replica cloned superhuman-version of her in the middle of my sleep and I didn't realise? At this point, the possibility seems likely.

"You told me you were going to get icy poles!" She snaps at me as she runs, somehow not out of breath at all. Oh yeah, I forgot I was doing that. "Also, you look horrible. Like, more horrible than usual. There's blood everywhere on your face."

"I'll wipe it off when we get home." I groan back at her. The adrenaline I've had before from being tossed around the warehouse is starting to level off. Pain starts to slowly seep back into my nose and shoulder blades.

I hear Emma wince as she runs. "About that... our apartment's completely trashed."

"What?"

"I mean, Trenchcoat guy broke into our apartment and turned the place upside down. Yes, your dog is just fine."

I breathe a sigh of relief. The cool wind against my face slightly minimises the pain. "On a scale of 1-10, how badly trashed are we talking?"

"Like, 11."

"Okay."

"Okay?"

I smile. "So, you still wanna get icy poles?"

I can't see her face, but I know she's also smiling back. "You bet."