Trials: Part Five

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Vanessa awoke on a dirt floor in a cold room. It was dark enough that she could barely see the concrete walls surrounding her. She stood up, feeling a little light headed, and leaned against a wall for support. She felt a rough fabric rub up against her skin. These weren’t her clothes. She noticed she was the only one in the room, and that there was a steel door in front of her. She stumbled forwards and tried the handle, but it was locked. She looked up to the ceiling, and could barely make out a camera in the corner of the room. Her heart began to race as she remembered what had happened. She couldn’t believe it had happened again. She stopped herself. This time was different. She wasn’t helpless now. She could do something.

First she decided to try to break down the door. She threw a pink disk at the door, but it seemed to have no effect. She tried again a few more times, but made no progress. She recalled the time she had gotten locked out of her house, and had to credit card their door. She checked her pockets, but they were empty. She needed something with enough of an edge to potentially catch the door latch. She tried a few times, but she could only seem to summon disks. After a few tries, she took one of the disks and attempted to fold it in half. Once a little pressure was applied, the disk complied and snapped loosely in half. She took the disk and attempted to hook the latch, but was stopped by a deadbolt. She threw the disk down onto the ground and swore.

“Excellent performance, Vanessa. Unfortunately I am not stupid enough to lock the door with such a simple mechanism.” A voice sounded from the ceiling. It sounded like a man.

Vanessa looked around the room, and noticed what looked to be an intercom on the ceiling. “Who are you? Where am I?” She shouted.

“All in due time.” He laughed. “You are a danger to society, which is why you have been placed here. You are a prisoner. Guilty of the crime of murder.”

Vanessa’s heart sank. “No! It was self defense! He was trying to kill me!”

“Now, do you really believe that? Your friends don’t. You can see that by the way they look at you. They see a monster.”

Vanessa fell to her knees. “No…” A tear ran down her cheek.

There was silence for a moment, broken only by Vanessa’s quiet sobs. This had to be a nightmare, she thought. Perhaps if she closed her eyes, she would wake up in her hotel room, and all would be better. She pressed her eyes shut as hard as she could, but when she opened them she was still in the same place.

“Now Vanessa, I’m sure we can be great friends.” The voice spoke again. “After all, I’m also a monster, and monsters deserve only the company of other monsters.” He paused for a moment, but after Vanessa didn’t say anything, he continued. “Now, you are in my prison. You will have a strictly regimented schedule, and you will repay your debt to society. Perhaps, if you’re lucky, and if you behave, you may eventually be released into the care of someone else. That, however is a ways away. Freedom will become a distant memory, and after a while you will only know compliance. This facility is staffed with supernormal guards, armed and trained to deal with monsters like you. I hope, over time, we will become friends, like all of my other prisoners. Now,” his tone changed to something more assertive, “On your feet, prisoner.”

Vanessa shakily stood, not saying anything. Her heart was racing so much it hurt. This couldn’t be real.

The man laughed, but his laugh was different than the first mans. He sounded crazy. “Stand back. The door will open, and you will be escorted to your permanent holding cell.”

She stood back, and the door handle turned. The door swung open, and she saw two men with guns trained on her.

“Follow me.” One said.

She complied, and exited the cell. The second man fell in behind her, and his gun never dropped. She walked through a hallway with concrete walls, floor, and ceiling. There were a few doors, with labels in some asian script. The first guard eventually stopped at one, and unlocked it. He led her into another hallway, but this one had doors made of bars. She looked through them, and most of them had emaciated people inside, with varying numbers from one to four. Eventually they stopped outside of one, and the first guard turned back to her.

“Look, if you don’t cause trouble, this will go a lot better for you. Half of the guards here were prisoners at some point, and more people still were sent out of the prison for contract work.”

The second guard finally spoke up. “Darryl, if Takeo saw you talking to a prisoner like this, he’d throw you in a cell.”

“Yeah, I know. I just think it would improve behavior if the prisoners knew that.” He looked into the cell they stopped at, and talked into it. “Prisoner, get against the back wall, hands up.” He waited for a moment then opened the cell door.

Vanessa felt a gun pressed into her back, pushing her towards the cell. She stumbled in, falling on the concrete floor, and the door slammed shut behind her.

 


 

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Anastasia marveled at the bustling building around her. She had obviously seen airports on TV, but never in person. Even living in Atlanta her whole life hadn’t prepared her for this many people, all running around. It was a little stressful.

Jean had dropped them off at the front, with what proved to be plenty of time to get through security, and find their terminal. Security had seemed only mildly bothered by having to deal with Paul. They had muttered something about ‘calling ahead next time’, but Anastasia glared them down.

Anastasia was wondering why Jean and Mr. Smith had wanted them there so early. They had, like, two hours to kill in a terminal, but they managed to kill time.

“You know, I’ve never been on a vacation before.”

“What?” Paul turned towards her. “How can you just not have gone on a vacation before?

Anastasia giggled a little, though with a hint of sadness behind it. “Oh, you know how it is. Poor girl from a poor family. We were barely able to make ends meet as is, and things didn’t exactly get much better once I left.”

“Oh…” Paul looked a little embarrassed.

She really hadn’t been intending to make him feel bad. She didn’t really feel that bad about it, so she added on. “I guess I DID go a few states away to see my grandfather once when I was little, but I don’t think that really counts as a vacation. I remember we went out to his house up by the Rockies, and he took my dad and me fishing out in a stream that ran by some wild blueberry bushes. Didn’t catch anything, but I did have a lot of fun.”

She paused. “That was a long time ago, though.”

“Well, I’m glad to be here for your first.”

“I’m glad too.” Anastasia smiled. She felt like that turned into a lot more of a bummer than she had originally intended. “Oh, I know, let’s play a game I used to play when I was a kid. The idea is we pick a stranger, and try to puzzle out what they’re doing here. I can just describe them for you.”

Paul smiled, “That sounds like fun! Let’s give it a try.”

Anastasia scanned the crowd and selected a random person. “There’s a white man in a black suit, wearing a hat, and carrying an over the shoulder bag. I bet he’s some kind of business man, heading to Turkey to close some big deal.” She paused to laugh a little bit.

“I don’t know, suit says FBI agent to me.”

“Oh, no way. I take mine back. He almost ran when he saw me looking at him. He’s probably some secret agent, sent to Europe to conduct some international espionage.”

Paul laughed as well. Anastasia noted his smile. He hadn’t been smiling like he used to lately, but he seemed to be acting more like his old self. “Alright, describe someone else.”

 


 

A couple of hours later, they had finally boarded the plane, and gotten seated. Anastasia subtly leaned into Paul, weary from Vanessa, the uncomfortable ride with Jean, the waiting…and everything else. She sighed contentedly. So much had changed, but finally, for once in her life, it felt like her happy ending was just around the corner. Her whole life, she’d always seen other people be the ones who excelled, and at a certain point, she figured happy endings were for other people, the whole who really “deserved” them. Even once she met Paul, a part of her still hung on to the thought that maybe it was only him and Vanessa who “deserved” that kind of happy ending. Though, now she wonder if anyone could really deserve it. Even still, the opportunity was here, and she as determined to not let her happy ending pass her by once again.

The shrill, steady voice of the flight attendant suddenly came onto the intercom. “Ladies and gentlemen, please fasten your seatbelts and prepare for takeoff.”

It had been a long day, but maybe, just maybe, her happy ending was finally beginning.

Eventually the plane took off, and the time began to pass. Anastasia looked across the stranger sitting to her right, and out the window, at the unending blue ocean below. It put things into perspective. Even as a superhero, she was still such a small part of the world.

She glanced over at Paul, who was sleeping to her left. Despite all of the noise, and all of the cool things going on around them, of course he would still find some way to sleep. She hoped he could find what he was looking for in Turkey. Not just having his sight restored, although that would be great. He had been acting different ever since the sewer. He seemed to just be ignoring all of his problems, and she was starting to get worried.

“I hope you’re okay…” She sighed.

“Have I got you worried?” He opened his eyes and turned to her.

Anastasia’s heart skipped a beat. “Well… You’re just acting different ever since the whole sewer incident. Then you broke up with Vanessa… It seems like there’s something wrong.” She hoped she wasn’t overstepping, but at the same time, she was really quite worried about him. In the end she prioritized his wellbeing over potentially upsetting him.

“I see.” He nodded, and went quiet for a moment. “Well, if I’m being honest, what happened with Jamal did leave a mark on me. Being kidnapped wasn’t great. That’s not really it though…”

“Well, what’s up then?”

He started to open his mouth to say something, but paused for a moment. He shook his head and smiled. “It’s not a big deal. I’d rather not sully your first vacation with my personal problems. I promise I’m okay.”

Anastasia nodded, but for some reason she felt like that wasn’t the truth. Regardless, she didn’t want to push the envelope, and they’d have plenty of time to talk about stuff like that later. “Alright. I believe you.”

 


 

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Trials: Part Three

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Jude paced outside of Mr. Smith’s office. He recalled the last time he was here, when he gave Mr. Smith hell for trying to control Vanessa. He had a feeling that was not how this meeting was going to go. Jude did have a theory about why he was here; he’d outlived his usefulness. The original arrangement was for him and Paul to train Vanessa to be a superhero, and given that Vanessa has been gone for a couple of weeks now, and Paul for longer, he saw the writing on the wall.

As he paced, he saw another man through the small frosted glass window, and heard quiet conversation from inside. Jude had missed this guy coming in, but her imagined it was some business partner. Normally Jean would’ve gotten him when the meeting was just about to be over, but he was also taking a vacation, and his replacement, Gregory, was not quite as perfect. Jude found it interesting that he was nearly the only one not on vacation right now, but brushed it off.

Jude was caught off guard by the door swinging open. A man in a grey suit that he didn’t recognize extended his hand.

“Mr. Khoury? I’m Agent Christopher Daniels, pleasure to meet you.”

Jude shook his hand and nodded. His heart raced. He considered the possibilities. It could be that Mr. Smith had arranged for him to partner with the feds, but it was equally possible that he was about to have a much worse living situation. Jude followed the man into the office, and sat down as Agent Daniels shut the door behind them. He looked across the desk to Mr. Smith, who seemed as stoic as he usually does.

“So, Jude.” Mr. Smith began. “I know you’re a smart guy, so you probably could see this coming. Vanessa has gone off to california for an indeterminate amount of time, and who knows what she’ll want to do when she comes back. This makes our arrangement of you training my daughter rather difficult to achieve. Thusly, I’ve decided our agreement has come to an end.”

Jude nodded solemnly for a moment. “I understand.”

“However, I am neither heartless nor stupid. You are a special case, not suited to returning to warehouse work. That is why I’ve contacted Agent Daniels, here.” He gestured to the man in the suit.

“Yes, I work with a new agency called the Department of Supernormal Relations, or the DSR for short.” Agent Daniels flashed a badge with some convoluted government logo, and Jude nodded. “We acknowledge the need to have an accountable and effective team to deal with supernormal threats. One of our first initiatives is to recruit people with supernormal powers, who we call Supers, who were already doing good, into our fold..”

“Alright, so what would this mean for me? What would my role be in the agency?”

“Glad you asked.” Agent Daniels smiled, but it seemed forced. “I’d like to cover the benefits, and the get into the responsibilities. We would provide a house for you, which will be for just you and your team. No strange roommates will be forced on you. The house has an excellent location within walking distance of a shopping center and many other necessities. We will provide you with a salary, as well as regular full time benefits, such as a pension and healthcare insurance. As far as your responsibilities, you would need to go on missions when requested by the agency, and to cease all vigilante activity.”

“So no more crime fighting unless you say so?”

“Basically. Now this would be enforced by means of a tracking device we would attach to your ankle.” He reached into his bag and pulled out a black band with a small black box on it. “It’s much more covert than the ones we give to people on parole, so you shouldn’t have to worry about being mistaken for a criminal.”

Jude nodded along. He decided not to engage in a discussion on that point, despite the fact that being black was more than enough to be mistaken as a criminal, without a mysterious black anklet.

“Now, I’m also aware that you have friends overseas right now. This same offer would be extended to them as well. The house has 5 bedrooms, so that should be sufficient, assuming that everyone decides to take the offer. Additionally, we’d actually encourage you to engage in the recruitment of other supers you know for the same offer. Now…” He rifled through his bag and pulled out a couple of pamphlets, “On the matter of Mr. Weber. I’m aware that you have taken him into your care, however, we at the agency have assembled a couple of options for homes, which could properly care for him. Now, he would still be an affiliate of the agency, and may be called upon for missions, but he would never be placed in actual danger.”

“So how long do I have to think on the matter?” Jude took the brochures and looked at the covers. Pictures of beautiful scenery with a fancy font on top. He considered it for a moment, but he couldn’t shake the feeling that if Jude wasn’t monitoring Deven, the agency would definitely turn him into a weapon.

“On the subject of Deven, you have as long as you like, although a more prompt decision would be better…” He stood up, stretched his arms, and attempted to nonchalantly place his hand on his back behind his coat. “On the subject of joining the agency, however, I’d really encourage you to make that decision right now.”

“Gotcha.” Jude nodded. This was less of a job offer and more of him being detained. He imagined he could probably take the agent, but then what? He couldn’t exactly easily go on the lam. They’d definitely send more agents, and he didn’t feel like he could keep taking them out without killing them. “I guess I’ll pack my things.”

Agent Daniels’ returned his arm to his side and smiled. “Excellent, I’m glad to have you on. I’ll help you pack.”

Jude smiled and nodded, before turning to Mr. Smith. “It’s been a pleasure working with you and I regret that it’s come to an end.”

“I feel the same. If you need help with anything on your way out, don’t hesitate to make use of Gregory.”

Jude exited Mr. Smith’s office, followed by Agent Daniels, and went to pack his things and fetch Deven.

 


 

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Trials: Part Two

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Vanessa stood outside of the dining room to collect herself. Everyone was there, and she had made up her mind. She wasn’t asking she was telling. Nothing they could say would convince her.

Her eyes fell on the freshly retouched portrait of her great grandfather that stared down on her. While the charred corner had been repainted, she could still see the black lines running through the canvas. Electrified had really done a number on it. Vanessa thought the artist could’ve done a better job retouching, but it was done. The eyes didn’t hold the same piercing quality they once had.

Vanessa threw open the dining room door. Mr. Smith and Jude were both sitting at their usual spots, looking down at their phones. As she entered, they both put away their phones and looked up.

“Vanessa! What is it you wanted to talk about?” Mr. Smith smiled.

Vanessa took a deep breath, before taking her seat. “Dad, Jude, I’ve decided that I’m going away for a while.”

Mr. Smith’s smile stiffened, and his brow furrowed. “What? This is sudden. What brought this on?”

“After everything that happened last year, nothing has been the same. Nothing makes sense anymore. I feel like I don’t even know who I am anymore…” She looked up. “Without Paul, there’s not really anything here for me anyways.” She felt tears welling up in her eyes, but she pushed them back.

“Well, honey, that’s just not true! You still have me…” He paused for a second, “And Jude’s still here too! What about your training? You really wanted that didn’t you?”

“It’s just not the same anymore dad. I don’t think I can keep doing this.” A single tear broke through her barrier and ran down her cheek. “I’m going to go find myself.”

“Where are you going to go?” Mr. Smith pushed back his chair and stood to his feet. “Who are you going to go with?”

“I’m going on my own, to California.” She stood to her feet as well.

“You can’t just go off on your own, it’s not safe!”

“I can take care of myself, isn’t that right, Jude?” She turned to Jude.

Jude went wide-eyed, and said nothing for a moment, before sighing. “Vanessa, I think you should listen to your dad… At least bring someone with you.”

“This is why I have to leave! Nobody here believes in me!” She turned around and began to storm out, before turning back around. “I’m leaving now! Don’t call me! I can take care of myself.” She then went out of the room, slamming the doors behind her. She heard a thud, and turned to see the painting had fallen off of the wall. She ran off to her room to grab her bags.

She got to her room, and picked up her plane ticket and bags. She hesitated for a moment. Her heart ached, but she knew this was the right thing for her to do. She had honestly thought her dad would believe in her, or that Jude would stick up for her a little bit. After all, Paul went off on a trip to Turkey and everyone was fine with that. She had superpowers now, nobody could hurt her.

There was a gentle knock on the door. She wiped her face off on her sleeve, and turned to face it. “You’re not going to talk me out of it.”

“Can I come in?” Mr. Smith asked.

“Fine.” She sat on the foot of the bed.

He slowly opened the door, and came to sit down next to her. “Honey, you know I love you, and I want what’s best for you. It’s not that I don’t support you, it’s just that I’m worried, okay?”

“I know dad.” She looked down and wiped some more tears away.

Her dad moved closer and wrapped his arm around her. “Look, if you want to go to California, you can go to California. I’ll call you a car, and you can leave when you’re ready. Just… Please call me. I’m not that same guy that missed your whole childhood for work. I’m here for you.”

Vanessa sobbed for a moment, as she embraced her dad. “Thanks dad.”

Mr. Smith held her for a moment, then looked down at her plane ticket. “Well, I see you seem well prepared. You already have tickets and everything.” He nodded. “Let me at least call you a car.

“Alright. Thanks dad.” She smiled as he went out the door.

Vanessa on the edge of her bed, when she heard another knock, this time from Jude.

“So, you have any idea when you’ll be back?” He asked.

“I… I don’t know. I’m sorry if this throws a wrench in your superhero-ing.”

“Don’t worry about me. I just want you to take the time for yourself that you need to. When you’re ready, come back and we can pick up where we left off.” He smiled.

“Thanks Jude…” She hesitated. “Don’t tell Paul about this, by the way. I don’t want him to think I’ve lost it without him.”

“Alright, I won’t. Just make sure you stay safe out there.”

“Thanks Jude.” She smiled.

Mr. Smith stepped into the doorway. “Vanessa, they’ve got the car pulled around front, are you ready to go?”

Vanessa nodded, and Jude helped her carry her bag out to the car. She got in, closed the door, and waved to Jude and her dad, who were standing on the curb. She sighed in contentment, as the car pulled out of the drive, and onto the road.

“So, California, huh?” The driver spoke up. She recognized his voice. He was one of her dad’s newer recruits. She was a little surprised that he’d not had Gregory do this. She figured he probably had experience in California, and her dad was going to have him tail her. That sounded just like him. She was a little surprised he found a volunteer so quickly, though.

“Yeah, have you ever been before?”

“Nope.”

“I see.” She nodded. This didn’t feel right.

There was a whirring, as the divider went up. She quietly sighed with relief. It wasn’t quite over, but she wasn’t really wild about continuing that conversation. There had to be some reasonable explanation. Suddenly the air vents kicked on, and she smelt something funny. Vanessa started to formulate a thought, but before she knew it, she was asleep.

 


 

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Jude sat in his living room, staring blankly at his laptop. He’d already gotten his tax documents, so he wanted to knock them out while he had free time. There was no telling what would pop up if he put this off. The problem was, he’d rather be doing anything else. He leaned back into the couch and sighed.

He popped back into reality, as he noticed Paul sitting in a chair next to him. He seemed to be staring at Jude, waiting for him to acknowledge him.

“You need something?”

“Yeah, actually. I wanna go on a trip.”

Jude nodded in mild surprise. It was a little sudden, but this sounded like something Paul would suggest. Jude shut his laptop halfway, and put it on the coffee table. “Alright, when and where?”

“As soon as possible and Turkey. Istanbul in particular.”

“Any particular reason for that destination?”

“I had a vision that I was in a monastery. A woman was walking around me, and I was sitting on the floor. Now, I was watching this third person, and then the woman turned to me and told me to come. I saw a word, ‘Hodegon’. I asked Jean about it, thinking he’d just google it for me, and he told me that he knew of a place called Hodegon. He said it was a monastery famous for curing blind people like a thousand years ago.”

Jude nodded. He’d been expecting something about this unusual, but he was still unprepared. “So do you think this woman is going to fix your sight?”

“I mean, I guess I don’t know, but I think that’s the clear implication.”

“The doctors said that was impossible. Don’t you think that sounds a little farfetched?”

“Jude, you’re a literal super hero, and I get magic visions of the future. Are you going to try to tell me that healing monks is still farfetched?”

“I suppose that’s fair, but still…” Jude shook his head. He’d been dealing with stuff like this, but magic monks sounded too out there. It could easily be some kind of trap. “I just don’t know.”

“Jude. I don’t know if you’ve noticed this, but I don’t like being blind. I’ve gotten used to it; I’ve come to terms with it, but I hate it.” Paul started, Jude tried to interrupt, but Paul kept on going. “I came to terms with it because it was a fact, and there was nothing I could do about it. If there’s even a snowball’s chance in hell that some magic monks in Turkey can give me my sight back, you couldn’t stop me if you tried.” Paul slammed his fist on the table.

Jude was silent for a moment, and nodded his head. There was no talking Paul out of this. He was going to go, with or without his approval. “I’m not going to try to stop you.” Jude spoke calmly. “But let’s slow down and consider details.”

“Sorry…” Paul slumped back in his chair. “I just finally have a ray of hope.”

“So let’s get a plan together, yeah?”

“Alright, yeah. Let’s get planning.”

 


 

Paul stood in Anastasia’s doorway. The smell of nail polish filled the air, and some soft guitar cover played in the background.

“Oh! Hey Paul!” There was a click, and the music cut out. “Do you need something?”

“Yeah, actually…” He walked into the room, and narrowly avoided stubbing his toe. “Do you have a second to talk?”

“Yeah, sure!” She jumped up, and guided him to a chair. “What’s up?”

“So, I’m going to be going away soon. To Turkey.” He hesitated. “There’s a monastery, and I think I might be able to get my sight back.”

Anastasia was silent for a moment. “Wow.” Her voice carried a tone of disappointment, but she quickly added on, “I mean, that’s great. You could get you sight back!”

“Hey, you kinda sounded disappointed there for a second, what’s the problem?”

“Oh… It’s just that…” Anastasia paused a moment and sighed. “Well, that means you’re leaving for a while.”

“I see. In that case I think you might actually be happy with what I came to ask.”

“Yeah what’s that?”

“I wanted to ask… If you would come with me?”

Anastasia choked for a moment in surprise. “You want me to come to Turkey with you?”

“Yeah, I mean, it would work. I can’t very well go on my own, and it would be a great chance to get away from it all, and take a break.”

“I don’t know…” She hesitated, “That sounds expensive.”

“I could pay for it all. I’ve saved up a good bit of money. My expenses are pretty low.”

She went silent again. “What about Vanessa? What would she think?”

“I don’t care what Vanessa thinks. I don’t think she gets to say what I can’t do.” He shook his head. “That’s kinda one of the things I want to get away from.”

“You’re sure? I mean, just with the money, and Vanessa, and everything else…”

“I’m more sure of this than I have been of anything in a while.” He sighed. He’d expected her to be more on board with this. “But if you don’t wanna go-”

“No, no, no! I want to go!” She wrapped her arms around him. “I just get weird about people giving me things…”

“Don’t worry about it.” Paul laughed. “Besides, while I’d have to go with someone. Jude doesn’t think it’s the best time for him to leave and I’m not going with Vanessa, so that just left you and Jean. While I like Jean, I think it would be kinda weird to go on vacation with him.”

Anastasia broke out laughing. “Are you sure? It might’ve turned into a spy movie or something. Some kind of heist of the century.”

Paul looked seriously off into the distance. “It’s the perfect crime! They’d never suspect the blind guy!”

 


 

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The Present

 

Paul sat down in his barely cushioned seat, and stuck his legs out towards the aisle. All around him people were chattering, he could hear a baby crying in the background. It smelled like sweat already, despite people having only just boarded. Overall unpleasant, but he figured it was about what he payed for, so he couldn’t complain too much.

He could faintly hear Anastasia’s steady breathing. He concentrated on it, and tuned everything else out. Something regular, something consistent, something… pleasant. It would be a nice change of pace, he could use some distance from home. After all, that was at least part of the reason why he left.


 

A Few Months Ago

 

Paul was sitting across the table from Jude, in their living room. Jude had a few papers and a half opened laptop in front of him, but he stared forwards and cocked his head at Paul. “So, you got a vision, and now you need to go to Turkey? Is that what I’m hearing?”

“Well, I mean, there’s a little more to it than that, but yeah, that’s the gist. I’ve gotta go to that monastery.” Paul nodded.

“And you think these monks are going to fix your sight?” Jude shut his laptop all the way.

“I mean, I guess I don’t know, but I definitely think they’re telling me to go.”

“The doctors said that was impossible. Don’t you think that sounds a little farfetched?”

“Jude, you’re a literal super hero. Are you going to try to tell me that healing monks is still ‘farfetched’?”

“I suppose that’s fair, but still…” Jude shook his head. “I just don’t know.”

“Jude. I don’t know if you’ve noticed this, but I don’t like being blind. I’ve gotten used to it; I’ve come to terms with it, but I hate it.” Paul started, Jude tried to interrupt, but Paul kept on going. “I came to terms with it because it was a fact, and there was nothing I could do about it. If there’s even a snowball’s chance in hell that some magic monks in Turkey can give me my sight back, you couldn’t stop me if you tried.” Paul slammed his fist on the table.

Jude was silent for a moment, and nodded his head. “I’m not going to try to stop you.” Jude spoke calmly. “I am trying to get you to slow down and consider details, so that if you go, you’ll be fine.”

“Sorry…” Paul slumped back in his chair. “I just finally have a ray of hope.”

“So let’s get some details ironed out, yeah?”

“Alright, yeah. Let’s get planning.”


“Paul?” Anastasia nudged him.

“Sorry, what were you saying?” He had completely zoned out. Probably didn’t help much that he was already on some sleeping meds for the flight.

“I was saying, how I was really glad you brought me along.” She leaned on him and laughed a little. “I’ve never been on a vacation before.”

“Well, I’m glad to be here for your first.” Paul paused, “I couldn’t exactly go waltzing into Turkey alone though, could I?”


Paul stood in Anastasia’s doorway. The smell of nail polish filled the air, and some soft guitar cover played in the background.

“Oh! Hey Paul!” There was a click, and the music cut out. “Do you need something?”

“Yeah, actually…” He walked into the room, and narrowly avoided stubbing his toe. “Do you have a second to talk?”

“Yeah, sure!” She jumped up, and guided him to a chair. “What’s up?”

“So, I’m going to be going away soon. To Turkey.” He hesitated. “There’s a monastery, and I think I might be able to get my sight back.”

Anastasia was silent for a moment. “Wow.” Her voice carried a tone of disappointment, but she franticly added on, “I mean, that’s great. You could get you sight back!”

“I wanted to ask… If you would come with me?”

Anastasia choked for a moment in surprise. “You want me to come to Turkey with you?”

“Yeah, I mean, it would work. I can’t very well go on my own, and it would be a great chance to get away from it all, and take a break.”

“I don’t know…” She hesitated, “That sounds expensive.”

“I could pay for it all. I’ve saved up a good bit of money. My expenses are pretty low.”

She went silent again. “What about Vanessa? What would she think?”

“I don’t care what Vanessa thinks. I need this…” He shook his head. “And I just don’t know how I feel about her right now. That’s kinda one of the things I want to get away from.”

“You’re sure? I mean, just with the money, and Vanessa, and everything else…”

“I’m more sure of this than I have been of anything in a while.” He sighed. “But if you don’t wanna go-”

“No, no, no! I want to go!” She wrapped her arms around him. “I just get weird about people giving me things…”

“Don’t worry about it.” Paul laughed. “Besides, while I’d have to go with someone. While I like Jean, I think it would be kinda weird to go on vacation with him.”

Anastasia broke out laughing. “Are you sure? It might turn into, like a spy movie or something. Some kind of heist of the century.”

Paul looked seriously off into the distance. “It’s the perfect crime! They’d never suspect the blind guy!”

 


 

Last Season ——— Next Part→

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Earth 2: Season 1 Epilogue

A man sat crosslegged on a white rug, in a dark room. Scattered around him were open notebooks and writing instruments. There were several low lamps, shining down on the pages, but not onto him. His black robes contrasted with his pale white skin. His brown hair flowed over his ears, and collected behind his shoulders. He looked as though he hadn’t shaven in a week. He arched his fingers and closed his eyes, as if he was praying.

His eyes shot open, and he immediately began to sift through his notebooks. Once he found the correct one, he began to write.

Vanessa murders Jamal, likely for perceived kidnapping of Paul. Her construct was red this time. Will follow up. Unless proven wrong, arrangements will be made for justice. Still need one more low profile super for Takeo.

-F. Weston

He capped his pen, and laid it on the notebook. He sighed, and closed his eyes again. After a few moments, he opened them again, and scrambled for a different notebook. He scribbled down a name.

Ashley Dodson: F Atlanta, 20ish, enchantment powers?

 


 

Jean stood over Jamal in the sewer. His breathing could still be heard, which made for a slight problem. He got out his phone and dialed Mr. Smith. It rang for a moment, before someone picked up.

“Hello? Is it done?” Mr. Smith asked.

“Well, there’s a complication.” Jean hesitated. “The injury wasn’t fatal. He could likely pull through. What should we do?”

“Him surviving wasn’t a part of the plan. Take care of him.” The phone clicked off, as Mr. Smith hung up.

Jean looked down at Jamal once more. He turned away, and knelt down to pick up his gun. He turned back, and leveled his gun.