Biography | Quentin Beck

Sunday, May 31st, 2018

Everything was pulling together quite nicely. They came up with the villains for Quentin to fight, a backstory for his alter ego and the technology was almost finished. Possibly just a few more months or a year at most before it was complete. The past few years had been rough but things were finally getting better. Beck and his crew had game nights, movie nights and other fun activities to take breaks from work.

Janice was steaming the prop cape to get the wrinkles out, William was adjusting the weapons he added, Victoria was slowly working her way up to S.H.I.E.L.D. while Gutes was writing down some phrases he thinks Quentin should say while in character. As for Shanice and Doug well they were doing their own thing, conversating and doing helpful side tasks to make things go by quicker. Nothing could go wrong, right?

Screaming came from outside their building which caused the seven to jump. What the hell was that? Following it was some pretty nasty sounding car crashes. Total chaos seemed to have broken outside. "What the hell?" Quentin exclaimed.

"What the fuck!" Victoria shouted and when they all turned to look at her the impossible seemed to be happening. She was turning to dust? What the fuck?!

"Victoria?!" Doug yelled.

"Help!" She screamed as she began to fade faster and soon after William stood up and stumbled back from his workstation too. "Um.. guys." When they all turned to face him he too was also turning to dust.

"What the fuck is going on!" Shanice screamed while backing out of her chair.

The remaining four who were sitting decided to stand to their feet and look all around. Soon after all of them were starting to fade. Nobody knew what the hell to do. Panicked screaming at each other and trying to stop themselves from turning to dust. Janice crawled on her knees and gripped Quentin's beige sweater. Tears in her eyes.

She had the biggest crush on the man but just like Tony had been he didn't catch the hints or affection that she showed against him. Her grip so strong she pulled him down to his knees as well. She pleaded, asking him to help her and all he could do was stare in fear with the silent tears falling from his eyes. What the hell could he do?

The sounds of screaming and begging filled the workshop as Beck stayed frozen. He watched as Janice's hands faded out of existence along with the rest of her. William tried to make a run for it before his legs disappeared and he was a goner also. Shanice stood there sobbing while Gutes was shaking his body all around to try and stop it from spreading but it didn't work. Victoria dusted away as well.

Quentin may have been frozen but he wasn't silent. Screaming and pleading for them to come back or for whatever this was to stop. Doug was the last one remaining and Quentin disobeyed his mind by getting off of his knees and running over to him. The man panicked and gripping his sweater as well.

"Hey- hey Doug it's gonna be okay alright?? You're fine-" Quentin tried to reassure him even though he knew he'd end up like the others.

"I don't want to die," Those were the mans last words before he faded away just as the others had leaving Quentin holding the air. What just happened? He looked around, panicked that he was the only one. What the fuck?!

He looked down at his hands. Waiting to suffer the same fate but it never happened. No dust on any part of him. Frustration and fear building up inside what now felt like a shell before another horrible sounding crash caused him to turn around and face the exit. Screaming still happening outside. 

Quentin internally slapped himself when the thought of if this happened to Tony crossed his mind. He shouldn't care but he did. With all the wrong Stark put him through he still cared. Hoping to find some sort of answers the man left the building and stepped outside. Car accidents littered the parking lot along with beeping horns from the all of a sudden hold of traffic. Hysterical crying and screaming as people ran around. 

"Has anyone seen my baby?!" A woman shouted from the crowd. 

"Frank?! Frank where are you!" Another yelled.

The further he walked down the sidewalk the more chaotic it got. People coming out of their homes and buildings just like he had. Dogs running around with their leashes dragging behind them and even more sobbing and screams of agony followed. A woman ran up to him and gripped his arms tightly as she bawled.

"Have you seen my son?! He was wearing blue and has green eyes!" Quentin frowned. "Blonde hair!!' He pushed her hands off him gently and shook his head causing her to sob harder. 

Not even a few seconds later a man stopped him asking if he's seen his wife to which he delivered the same useless answer. Empty cars were the cause of traffic and although he wanted an answer the decision to run back to safety was made when an airplane was falling from the sky. Quentin booked it back to the street of the building as he heard the explosion in the distance. Car alarms and sirens amongst the pure terror of screaming and sobbing. Quickly he ran inside and locked the door behind him, terrified.

He sprinted down the stairs to the makeshift lab and turned the tv on hoping to get an explanation from the comfort of his.. 'home'. Nobody knew what happened. Reports flooded in of thousands of missing individuals. Curious he logged onto his laptop and checked other country news. People missing.

Other states. Missing. This had happened all around the world and he felt sick to his stomach. Crying a bit harder he slammed it shut and stared at his hand. Almost wanting it to turn to dust and to have him fade away with the others. Why did it spare him? He was the bad person here. He killed his own father! WHY WAS HE SPARED!

He even tried to put his hatred and differences aside and get in contact with Stark but he had been blocked on everything. There was no way to calm his nerves and he didn't know what to do. What did he have now? Was he not meant to feel any type of happiness? Was he not meant to have friends?

There was nothing more for him to do to just duck his head down on the table and mourn. He didn't think he'd be back to this level but he was. Sobs of angst and fist pounds were the only thing he could find himself doing. Why them? They did nothing wrong.

Why couldn't it have been him?