Dang Convergence Vol. 1

Chapter Three Dang

Chapter Three

Dang

Class was of great annoyance to him that day. Sure, Starlight High was of great annoyance every day–from the long drive it required of him to get there, to the packed classes. But it'd been of special annoyance that day simply because of the fire alarm. The fire alarm had gone off one hour into his four-hour Quantum Physics and Relativity class and almost at once, everyone had stood up all at once in a bid to get to safety. It was during this pandemonium that his phone had taken a particularly nasty fall and its screen had shattered horribly.

Dang sighed and rested his head on his desk while all around him, people nearly trampled each other to get to safety. Once he was the only one in the classroom, he sighed and rose to his feet. Slowly, he placed his books back into his bag, then bent over to pick his phone up off the ground.

"What a drag," he sighed.

If he left the class through the regular exit, he'd have to push through a crowd of unnecessarily panicked people again. So, he took an alternative exit. He took the window.

Now the walls of the classroom were particularly tall and scaling over them to get through the windows ought to have been a particularly daunting task; but not for him.

He got a running start at the wall, leaped onto and kicked off of it. He scaled it in less than three seconds. He slipped out the window onto the corridor outside, getting a pretty good vantage point at everyone evacuating the Charles Darwin Building. He looked away from the panicked crowd and scanned the rest of the campus. He saw no signs of smoke and that meant one of two things–either all of this was just a drill, or someone else had pulled the alarm either as a prank or for some other reason.

If it'd been a prank or something else, it didn't really concern him. He could have just left with everyone else, but he'd have been even more annoyed later not knowing why his class had been cut so short. So, he tugged at his backpack's straps, fastening it properly, and then broke into a sprint.

Scaling over railings and sliding down escalators was pretty easy for him. The hard part was trying to find the culprit responsible for the alarm going off. It took him twenty minutes to find them and as it would turn out, the alarm hadn't been a prank at all.

He'd gone around peeking behind every door in the building when finally, he'd spotted four people in bird masks in the Quantum Lab, gathered around a cylinder that housed a glowing blue tube. They were currently setting up something, possibly a machine. Dang stayed by the door for a moment watching them, trying to understand what they were trying to do.

It was only when a silver backpack they had in their possession morphed into a large case that he realized they were trying to move whatever was in the cylinder. He sighed and studied the Quantum Lab–there were five cameras in the lab. He sighed and glanced around, studying his surroundings.

If he did intervene, he didn't want the cameras identifying him as the person who'd stopped them. It'd lead to him getting a whole lot of annoying attention from the students and professors there–he preferred for his college life to have some normalcy to it, considering the total absence of normalcy in the other aspects of his life.

He found a paper bag poking out of a trash can that must have been used to house some ice cream since it was a little damp and smelled of strawberry and waffles. With great reluctance, he punched eyeholes into the paperbag and slipped it onto his head. He folded up the sleeves of the flannel shirt he had on, and made his shoelaces even tighter–these were practices he believed aided his mobility and helped in combat, even though he was sure he could have taken those guys on in his sleep.