Homecoming | sequel of "Home" [✔️]

Chapter 10

If Ali knew which immortal deity was out there making his decisions, he would consider dying so his spirit could pummel them.

Still, he was on his way now. As long as the two weren't seen by anybody they knew, he wouldn't have much of an issue. It was a chance to see how everything was going on Earth. And maybe restock his snack supply. He missed Cheetos and regular McDonalds.

The one thing that he dreaded was running into his father. He hadn't bothered to check up on him since he called that ambulance. Suppose he was dead? Suppose he's missing? That, or the best outcome would be that he'd moved on from Ali's disappearance, and choosing to live a fulfilled life instead.

Ali shook the thoughts from his mind. He kept his attention on the controls, diverting his panic to concentration. He flicked a switch to set up the invisibility and sound-proof system, so the two captives would have oxygen, but they would not be able to escape.

He laid on his seat. He kept his eye on Bakar and Bobby through the reflection of the glass. They were silent, per usual. It was so quiet that Ali started to consider picking a fight with them, just to fill the silent void.

After minutes, the ship entered the solar system, closing onto Earth. The blue planet seemed to glow with aura, rotating gently like an eternal ballet.

Despite its sapphire surface, the light draped across him was white. Ali's mood soured. It looked so beautiful, so full of life—yet the darkness it harbored long outlived its beauty. There were dark things that lurked within its inhabitants, many of which will never be known.

Ali groaned. A check-up on Earth would be nice. But if sees any MATA agents, he was almost certain that he would lose his temper. The mere thought was enough to ruin his mood. The worst thing? Two of those MATA idiots were sitting right behind him. And he was in charge of their lives, apparently.

Being immortal had its perks. He would stay as a 13-year-old forever. He literally had all the time in the world. But at the same time his teenage procrastination had just kicked in, and it's permanent. Responsibilities suck.

The ship broke through Earth's atmosphere. Like a door, the galaxy outside phased to an orange sky. The land beneath was covered by layers of clouds, painted with the twilight of the sunset.

It worsened his mood. He didn't check the time. If he was lucky, he could make it to the nearest McDonalds before it closed. Then again, the employees would be pretty irritated by a last-minute order for three big Macs and fries. They don't get paid enough for anything, honestly.

Ali turned his chair to the back. The agents' gazes shot to him.

"I'm going down for a few hours," he declared. He hopped from his seat and disabled unauthorized controls. "The only way out is to jump. That or flying. Your choice."

Bakar looked like he wanted to retaliate, but he refrained. Maybe he was still processing the fact that his nephew was no longer truly human.

Ali opened a panel on the floor. Instantly, the air pressure in the hangar dropped. The force pulled everyone towards the hole, forcing the two humans to hold on. Ali himself was unaffected. He gazed down to the clouds, the ship stationary but winds brought the clouds to pass.

For a moment, there was a crack in the clouds. It revealed land beneath, the shape resembling Malaysia.

Without any hesitation, he took a step into air, and fell towards Earth. However, the laws of gravity no longer applied to Ali. As his body felt air, winds screeching by his ear, he willed himself to stop. Abruptly, he was still mid-air, but he could control his flight.