Unnatural Disasters

A Collection of Brains

A girl of average height and muted brown hair walked down the street. She didn't stick out, she didn't seem anything out of the ordinary. She had a latte in her hand which she was careful not to spill on the people passing by her to get to work. Out of the corner of her eye she spotted a slightly taller male, with light brown hair, olive skin, and freckles all over his face. She wondered what shape it would make if she connected all his freckles. Freckles was busy digging through a bag, not paying attention to what was happening in front of him. He was startled when he was suddenly soaked with hot coffee. 
"Oh my bad!" The girl exclaimed, feigning clumsiness as she tried to dry his shirt with a pitiful-looking napkin. Freckles pulled out a hankerchief and dabbed at the coffee stain. "Gosh, I'm so sorry, I'm such a klutz." She said apologetically as she withdrew. 
"No worries-" He began, before being cut off. 
"Really, I'm so sorry, can I make it up to you? Oh I'm Angel by the way." Angel talked fast, waving her hands through the air as she spoke. The boy furrowed his brows, was she serious?
"I'm Kyle. Honestly, it's alright." Kyle adjusted the bag at his hip. Angel glanced down before narrowing her eyes. 
"Well, coffee can cause third degree burns-" She began, purposely trying to evoke a correction out of him.
"Actually, coffee only causes third degree burns in 3 to 7 seconds when heated to at least 180-190 degrees Fahrenheit.." He trailed off near the end, she didn't care about that. Angel's eyes flashed and her whole demeanor began to change. She went from clumsy and apologetic to an oddly interested person. This confused Kyle, what is happening? 
"What do you do for a living Kyle?" Angel crossed her arms and a small smirk appeared on her face, she was building rapport. The question caught him off guard, he was starting to think that the coffee wasn't an accident. Did she know him? 
"I..I teach a logical reasoning class at a nearby college." He swallowed nervously. Angel placed her hand on his shoulder and spun him around, making him walk in the opposite direction he was supposed to be going. "I should really get going. It starts soon." He cleared his throat. 
"Do you ever get bored of it? The questions, the confused stares, the non-comprehensive looks. It just clicks for you huh? But no one else. That would really tick me off." Angel ignored his statement. 
"What're you talking about? I don't even know you." Kyle gripped his bag, who was this girl? 
"Don't worry freckles, you may not know me, but I know you." Angel grinned and slipped a piece of paper into Kyle's shirt pocket. "Meet me at that address if you're interested. If not, no hard feelings. Wednesday, 2 o'clock, don't be late." She patted him on the shoulder before hopping on a bus at the bus stop the two had walked to. 
"Wait-" The bus doors closed in his face. "What the fuck just happened?" Kyle ran a hand through his hair and inspected the piece of paper Angel gave to him. "At least she has nice handwriting." He glanced at his watch. "I'm gonna be late."

Sitting among a bunch of test tubes and beakers was Hajime. He was short, asian looking kid, and had nappy brown hair. Despite his young appearance, he was actually 21, and had trouble being taken seriously. Hajime was pouring some sort of chemical in a beaker before he heard a noise from his terrace. He set the experiment down to go investigate. 
"You know, doing chemical testing in your apartment is probably against regulations." A voice from behind Hajime said, causing a quite amusing reaction. Hajime shouted in surprise and spun around, he stumbled backwards to the terrace railing.
"Don't fall." She said helpfully. Hajime looked her up and down, confused as hell.
"I.. Wha- How did you get in here?" Hajime said after managing to string together a sentence. 
"I climbed." Angel shrugged and walked in a quick circle around Hajime. 
"I'm on the 5th story." He said icredulously, there was no way she climbed all the way up here. What was she, some sort of spider monkey?
"I climbed down from the terrace above you." Angel corrected herself. She drummed her fingers on her leg and walked inside his apartment. 
"Sure, you can come into my apartment. I'd love to have company." The boy sulked as he walked in after Angel. "What're you gonna do, report me? You're the one breaking and entering." Hajime scoffed and crossed his arm, leaning against the wall. Two can play at legality, not that Hajime would win. He was quite infamous for getting in all sorts of trouble in this area. 
"Of course not-" Angel was about to continue on about her very noble quest to collect a bunch of braniacs before she was rudely interrupted.
"Don't take this the wrong way, but what drug are you addicted to?" Hajime smirked, looking her up and down.
"What makes you think that?" She narrowed her eyes and grabbed a beaker, inspecting it's contents. 
"You show symptoms of withdrawl, plus you just climbed into my apartment. Something I'd expect a druggie to do." Hajime snorted in amusement. Who did this chick think she was? Angel's eyes flashed in anger. 
"I'm not a druggie, not that it matters. Wanna see a magic trick?" She shook the beaker in her hand. 
"Be careful with that-" Hajime reached forward to try and grab the beaker. Angel pitched the beaker at the ground like a baseball player. Smoke shrouded the air in the apartment. Hajime coughed and waved his hand as the air cleared, Angel was gone. "Crazy bitch.." He snagged a piece of paper out of the air. "The hell is this? 'Meet me at Westerworn Apartments, 394A. Winky face.'" He scoffed. "Real cute." Hajime scowled and began cleaning up the mess. 

Wednesday - 2:00 pm. 
Kyle ran into a rather short looking asian guy. He looked down as an angry expression overtook the stranger's face. 
"Who the hell are you?" Hajime scowled while looking up at Kyle. 
"I was told to come here." Kyle had his hand on the doorknob to the apartment, he was actually kind of scared of the tiny asian. He looked mean, Kyle wouldn't doubt it if he pulled out a bottle and broke it over his head.
"Me too. The fuck is going on here? Where's the druggie?" Hajime cursed and reached for the door handle.
"The druggie? I- What?" Kyle looked around with a confused look on his face. The door to the apartment opened from the inside. There was a semi-tall, dark skinned man in the door way, with a blank stare on his face. 
"You too?" Hajime threw his hands up in the air. "I think we could be getting kidnapped by a serial killer, but that's just me." He crossed his arms and pouted, it would turn out to be a very bad day if that was the case.
"Erm, No. We were instructed to come here just like the two of you, Angel is inside, she told us to get the door." The dark-skinned man spoke. 
"Angel?" Hajime scoffed. "That's her name? Seriously?" He wondered what kind of ironic joke fate was playing.
"Wait? Us? Who else is there?" Kyle spoke up. Kyle seemed a bit timid to Hajime.
"I'm Charles, and this is-" Charles was shoved out of the way before he could finish.
"I'm Diego." Diego said with a grin, he looked to be a well-built hispanic with dyed blonde hair. Diego sized up Kyle and immediately decided he looked like one of them stupid theatre kids. 
"It's a party now." Hajime squeezed through the tall people to go confront Angel. The other three followed Hajime. The apartment was very empty, and very dusty. There were a few boxes in the corner of the room but besides that, it looked like it hadn't been used in years. The whole wing where this apartment was located looked to have been old and unused for many years. 
"Welcome my fellow intellects! I'll admit I was slightly out of my mind when I came up with this idea." Angel said dramatically, throwing her arms out as if to 'welcome them with open arms'. 
"What the fuck is going on? Is no one else concerned by this?" Hajime threw his arms up incredulously. He couldn't believe he was the only one acting appropriately. Diego was standing there with a stupid look on his face, Charles seemed to be lost in thought, and Kyle just looks like a lost freshman on his first day of highschool.
"I have absolutely no idea what's going on." Kyle rubbed his chin and looked at Charles, he seemed to be the helpful informant.  
"Well-" Charles opened his mouth to speak, and yet again Diego cut him off. 
"Angel here, who is in fact holier-than-thou, brought us all together to fight bad guys like a bunch of superheroes." Diego said in a tone that was dripping with sarcasm. 
"Oh, so she is a crackhead. Perfect, waste of a perfectly good Wednesday afternoon." Hajime flipped off Angel. 
"Alright that's quite enough-" Angel attempted to settle them down. This was way harder than she anticipated. 
"Superheroes? We don't have super powers or anything, what made you hunt us down?" Kyle frowned. 
"I bet she's doped up, no point talking to her." Hajime patted Kyle sympathetically. 
"Enough!" Angel shouted. "Before you stupid geniuses begin filling the room with your idiocy again, let me explain." She paused, everyone remained silent. "Alright, great. Let's be honest, you're all bored with your lives, I've come to cure that. As you are all aware, you have 'above average intelligence'. This is what you were classified as at a young age, you're all nothing short of geniuses. But no one could tell you exactly why. I can, you're all able to use your subconscious mind which aids your thinking process." Angel explained. 
"That's actually surprisingly simple." Charles shrugged. 
"Wait you're telling me, that me and this idiot share the same ability to be some sort of superhuman genius?" Diego pointed at Kyle. 
"Hey! I'm not an idiot. And please, you look like a NFL star, you can't be that smart." Kyle scoffed. 
"Well this is going great. All according to plan I presume?" Hajime glared at Angel and asked sarcastically. 
"Not exactly." Angel pinched the bridge of her nose. "Alright, you're all probably wondering how I tracked you down. It was actually really simple, not that many people graduate college at such a young age, from there I just had to predict what you would try to do with your lives once you graduated. And I've got to say, I'm severely disappointed. You all lead incredibly boring lives." She spoke fast and to the point, waving her hands around as she spoke.
"So you stalked us?" Hajime raised his eyebrow, Angel narrowed her eyes.
"Okay, stalking aside, what exactly do you want us to do?" Charles crossed his arms. Angel grinned and grabbed a brown box from the corner of the room. She pulled her laptop out of it. 
"Why not try something that actually challenges your intellect?" Angel turned the computer screen to face them. "This would be our first 'case' if you all were to tag along." They looked skeptically at the computer screen, then at each other. 
"Well, you've got my attention." Diego grinned ear to ear. 
"Wipe that shit-eating grin off your face, I'm in too." Kyle crossed his arms. 
"I suppose it could be fun." Charles frowned and then shrugged. A room full of geniuses, fighting crime. Seriously, what could go wrong?