The Gift - Volume #1

A Gift Named Morph

The year was 2002 when Flight was flying over Shanghai when he felt the presence of a Gift.

"I can sense someone is nearby but I don't see anyone here," Flight said as he looked around what seemed to be an abandoned shipping dock. Everything was empty and the only thing that stood out was a random ship. He then heard what he believed to be men talking. "I guess I'll go over there now."

Right before he got into direct view of the ship. Flight spotted a man walking out of the ship holding a gun. Then the sound of a car started to make its way towards the ship. Thinking on his feet, he dived over to an empty cargo box.

Well dressed men exited the car. Four of them wore shades and two didn't. The ones with shades walked in front of the men who didn't. "What the hell is going on here?" Flight asked himself. The men with shades then covered the back while the men without shades started talking to the man with the gun. Flight was too far away to hear anything, not like it mattered since he couldn't speak the language. One of the men without the shades handed something small to the man with the gun. He then left for a few minutes before returning with a woman. She had short red hair, long legs, big eyes, and pale skin. The other man without shades started to talk to the woman and made a lot of hand gestures. The woman then started to transform before their eyes. Her hair was now long and blond, her eyes had turned blue, her breast got larger, and her height shrank down a little.

Flight couldn't believe his eyes. What he had just witnessed must have been the powers from the Gift of Form. And this whole exchange did not feel right to him. Not wanting to jump to any conclusions decided to call Soul once he was in a safer area.

"Any ideas what it all means?" asked Flight.

"Sounds like what you just witness was an exchange of a girl," Soul answered.

"What do you mean exchange?"

"Sex. You really were sheltered. If they had that much security and secrecy about it. That little deal wasn't legal. That was a trafficker. That girl is most likely their meal ticket. A person who can change their physical appearance could fulfill any sick and twisted fantasy."

"Awesome!"

"Excuse me?"

"That came out bad. I meant awesome because that means this group wasn't tied to Timekeeper. I'm going to save her."

"If you plan on doing that. I might as well accompany you. Give me five days. In the meantime, do what you do best. Make them feel better. You always had that charm of yours."

"I can do that. But why do you need five days?"

"I need the time to arrange things. I don't exactly have the same pull as he does."

"Just do your best and I'll do mine!"

The next day, Flight made his way back to the ship. The men typically only guarded the front area so he flew around the backside of the ship. The ship was decently huge as it was probably used to carry cargo of some kind. Flight, not wanting to make any sound, chose to remain in the air as he wandered around the ship; using his sense to guide him. His sense brought him to the lower area of the ship. It was run down and very messy with cleaning supplies all over the floor.

He made his way until his sense brought him in front of a door. As he opened it, he was greeted by a woman that was chained down to a bed. She didn't look like the same person from yesterday, but he knew it was her. "You probably can't understand me," Flight said has he lend out his hand in front of her, "but I'm going to save you from this place." She was at first frightened to see a white man floating in front of her. But then. Flight smiled and looked into her eyes. For once in her life, she felt warmth and kindness. The kind of warmth and kindness only Flight could provide.