1:23 PM
Michael is anxiously looking at his watch, whilst he rests his shoulder on his suitcase. His grey sweater which matched pretty well with his grey shoes flew in the wind as he looked at the exit doors opening with a cab waiting for him outside.
"About time," Michael said to himself as he walked to the doors.
The driver was smoking a cigarette inside of his car, as he looked at Michael's fay face, and blonde falling locks.
"Oi, aren't you Michael?" asked the driver.
"Yes, I am!" answered Michael.
Michael smiled at the driver as he looked at his phone.
"Michael Frins, I'm looking for Michael Frins"
Michael stood up and went back to the airport.
"Will, he ever arrive?" Michael thought to himself, as he pulled out his phone.
He started scrolling through social media apps when he got a message from his dad, Jurian Foscarota.
'Hi, Michael! Have you arrived yet? How was your flight?'
Michael almost immediately replied.
'It was great, but I've been waiting for my cab to get here for an hour.' After a minute, his father replied.
'Well, maybe you should look for a bus?'
Michael's face lit up with a smile as he replied. 'Good idea! I'll do it.' as he sent the message, he opened his browser and looked for buses around him. After about 2 minutes he found one 200 meters away from the airport.
He left the gate and proceeded to go that way.
Suddenly, someone grabbed Michael's arm.
"Oi, boya! Do you have any cash on you? I need to buy myself a beer and I'm out of money." Michael turned around to see a 6'6 giant smiling at him dangerously from above. Although Michael was a muscular and ripped man for an 18-year-old, he was about 5'8.
"Sorry, I just got here, also beer isn't very healthy." The guy looked straight in Michael's eyes.
"Is it? You little punk? Will you give me some money, or am I gonna have to get it by force?"
He lifted him by his shirt.
Suddenly, when the giant closed his eyes Michael just disappeared from his grasp. The man also felt dizzy.
"Good grief. I didn't expect things like these near the airport, but I guess I don't know much about Australia, do I?" said Michael, who was suddenly behind the man already. "There is a knife on your back, you should better take it out." The man looked at his back; he tried to look at it. He noticed a stream of blood coming out, he then collapsed to the ground, and Michael continued his small trip to the bus.
He sat on one of the back seats.
He looked up the place where his hotel is and picked the ideal ride to get there. The bus started 5 minutes after Michael has entered it.
Out of boredom, he decided to take out his sketchbook and draw something on it. He drew 7 stick figures, 4 males and 3 females. He started sketching their clothes when he noticed that one of the female's legs were looking pretty weird, so he decided to redraw them, but that didn't work out, it looked like the female was going away from the group of friends.
When the bus suddenly stops on a street, Micheal's pencil made a straight line through the neck of one of the females
"Shit.," Michael said quietly to himself. He put the notebook down and took out his phone.
*Incoming Call
Kaskilian Kaderan*
-Yes, Kas? What is it?-
-Okay so I know you're in Australia right now but I am at a store to buy some sport shoes and I don't know if I should buy the blue or the black ones.-
-Kas...-
-I mean black would match my overall outfit but blue would match my school outfit...-
-Buy the black ones..?-
-Good Idea! I'll buy both!-
-How do you have money for all of this?-
-I got it from my uncle, Adam!-
-Oh my god...-
-So anyway I've bee-
Suddenly the connection between the boys has been interrupted because the bus went into a tunnel.
Michael put his phone in his pocket and the sketchbook that was laying on the seat next to him inside his backpack.
Out of nowhere the bus just stopped. Michael looked out the window to see a black wall, which meant they were still in the tunnel. The guy behind him stepped up.
"Oi, my guy, do you know why the bus stopped?" he said to Michael. Michael also stood up. The man was a 5'11 muscular and brown-haired 18-year-old, he was wearing a casual hoodie with dark green parts and a white middle, which had some colourful spray paint spattered all over it.
He had dark grey shorts and white sneakers.
"I don't have a clue," replied Michael. "I see." said the guy as he sat next to him, Michael sat down.
"The name's Parmigiana Toxino and you are?"
"Michael Foscarota"
"So, Michael, isn't Australia beautiful?" Parmigiana put his hand on Michael's shoulder, which creeped him out.
"U-uh y-yes? Why are y-you asking?"
"Because you just got here silly." Michael's eyes got smaller, as he looked in front of him in shock.
Parmigiana put his other arm around Michael's chest and lied his hand on his second shoulder. His face also got closer to Michael's, so close, that he could feel his breath.
"So tell me, Michael, do you believe in special abilities?"
"I-I-I don't have a c-clue what you're talking a-about!"
"Oh really?" He pulled out a vial with some kind of a weird purpur gas in it. "I didn't expect any answers, so I got ready for this."
Michael's mouth opened a little as Parmigiana put the gas in his mouth.
Parmigiana looked into Michael's eyes and put his lips against his, injecting the gas into him.
Michael started breathing heavily. His heart was beating at a very fast rate, his blood was pumping. He squeezed a little, as Parmigiana's grasp got tighter.
But then, in just a blink. Michael disappeared.
He was still breathing heavily, so Parmigiana could easily locate him. He was on the sit 3 alleys up from him.
Toxino went to that place to see a very pale Michael, that looked like he is about to faint. Parmigiana put his hand on Michael's mouth, which made him relax a bit.
"Oi, don't need to stress so much anymore. It's over, I saw it. Your special ability." Michael looked into Parmigiana's hazel eyes and got a bit red.
"My dad told me to never show it to anyone here, but I already did it twice."
"Don't worry about it. Isn't this just a funny coincidence that two special people met at an airport? I was picking up my friend, and then I saw you just suddenly teleport, how do you do that." Michael looked at his watch.
"I call it Mad World. I can stop and revert time. Stopping time makes me have any control over the things happening around me for exactly 5 seconds. Reverting time makes me unable to change things around me but I can move around. The time goes back exactly 5 seconds. Normal people don't notice things repeating themselves."
"I honestly didn't expect you to just pour out so easily, but sure." Parmigiana stepped up and posed.
"I can create gas that forces emotions into people once inhaled or smoked." Michael started looking around the bus.
"Don't worry Michael, there are no other people on the bus, the ride was hijacked from the beginning. My friend, which I came to pick up made the bus go to auto ride mode with his ability, which is electricity." Parmigiana smirked and looked in the direction of the bus's closed driver door.
"ARCHY! COME OUT ALREADY!" as Parmigiana shouted these words the door opened. Out of it came out a tall masked guy wearing a pretty big blouse and a half-jacket. The mask was covering his eyes, it had 3 green lunettes slightly sticking out of it. His hair was hidden under the hoodie
"Archy, this is the guy I've been talking about. His name is Michael Foscarota, he can stop and revert time."
'Archy' got to Michael and stuck out his gloved hand, waiting for something. Michael finally shook his hand.
Archy smiled and said.
"I am Lamngton Archy, electricity is my speciality!" Michael also smiled. Archy was the same height as Michael, so they could look into each other's eyes very well when chatting, which would make them speak like a proper gentleman, but there was one problem.
"Hey, Lamngton, why are your eyes covered by that mask; or visor?" asked Michael.
"Uhh..." Lamngton looked at Parmigiana with a sad face, discreetly telling Parmigiana to say something to Michael.
Parmigiana just smiled at him and put his hand on Archy's shoulder.
"P-personal reasons.." finally said Archy.
"Oh, alright. Sorry for being impolite," replied Michael.
"No.. Don't worry about it."
"Alright Michael, we arrived at your hotel" Parmigiana smiled and put his hands on his thighs.
"Here is your suitcase, I also gave it a proper lock upgrade, so even if people enter the right code, they won't be able to unlock it," added Lamngton smiling and stretching his arms.
"Thanks, guys, but what do we do now?" asked Michael.
"Oh, we're going to leave you here alone, for now, me and Archy need to finish some business in Canberra, so we will be back in 2 days or so."
"Wait, so you're just leaving me alone?"
"Yep!" Parmigiana waved goodbye as he and Lamngton left Michael, who just stood there in shock.
5:52 pm
Michael finally got done with all the unpacking and room organization. He jumped down on his small bed in joy and looked at the ceiling. He sighed loudly.
"Alright, I need to stop stressing about these guys, I want to draw right now."
After like 10 minutes of laying down, he took out his notebook and looked at the drawing mishap he made on the bus. He took his pen out and drew the two males as Lamngton and Parmigiana and one of them as himself.
"Heh."
He put his pencil down and stared at the piece of art he has created. He smiled nervously and started laughing.
"This is so weird." He said to himself, as he kept laughing at the drawing.
He then looked at his belly and thought about how he hasn't eaten anything since he arrived in Australia. He took a peek in his backpack and found a box labelled 'Biscuits'. He thought about his mom baking him those biscuits, and how he sneaked them at the airport back in London.
He took one and ate it with joy.
"I should probably eat dinner or something more healthy but eh." he thought to himself as he ate another one in ecstasy.
"Mom sure loves me," he thought to himself. Michael grabbed the TV pilot and sat on the bed, trying to turn the TV on.
It didn't work.
He tried again.
It didn't work.
He kept trying again.
"What in the world?" He said to himself. He kept pressing the button. Instead of the TV screen turned on, a big, juicy, grey smoke came out of the TV. Michael felt a weird smell too. But, the smoke was very weird. It reached two corners of the room, bounced and went straight for Michael's bed, Michael stood up immediately, but the smoke destroyed his bed, with his biscuits.
"This is no ordinary smoke!" Michael looked at his clock. "Good grief, its 6 pm already? Time passes here very quickly." He squeezed his eyes at the smoke. "Too, quickly."
Michael stretched out his arms sideways and shouted.
"Mad World!"
Time has stopped.
Special Ability: Mad World
Master: Michael Foscarota
Skills: Time Stop, Time Revert
Statistics:
Overall Speed: ??
Control: 4
Damage: N/A
Special Ability Chart: Uber-Ability
Development Stage: 2
