In the bustling heart of New York City, a woman of striking beauty entered a sleek office building. Her long, flowing hair cascaded over her shoulders like a silken waterfall, framing a face that could hypnotize anyone. She wore a shimmering silver skirt that accentuated her every curve, she commanded attention with every step. As she stepped into the elevator, she found herself sharing the space with a couple. The husband, a portly man with thinning hair, couldn't help but steal furtive glances at her. His eyes lingered on her form, his gaze both admiring and intrusive. The woman, however, remained oblivious to his scrutiny. Her piercing gaze was fixed straight ahead, her expression a mask of indifference. As the elevator ascended to the 12th floor, she exited without a word, her heels clicking against the marble floor.
She made her way to a nearby office and opened the door, revealing a man in a tailored suit seated behind a large mahogany desk. The man looked up in surprise, his eyes widening at the sight of her.
"Ah miss..." he began.
"Beatrice Roosevelt," she said coolly.
"Yes of course, Mr. Thompson is expecting you," he said gesturing to a hidden compartment.
As she headed over there, she couldn't help but notice the way his gaze lingered on her legs, "men," she said to herself as the man pressed a hidden button on his desk. With a soft whirring sound, a section of the wall slid open, revealing a hidden compartment. Beatrice stepped inside, her eyes scanning the room. Five men and two women were gathered around a large table, their faces grim. They were there to discuss the recent attack that had taken place in Detroit two weeks prior.
"Welcome, Beatrice," said a tall, imposing man with piercing blue eyes. "We've been expecting you."
She nodded and took a seat at the table. She looked around at the faces of her fellow members. Only JASPER, Mr. Thompson's right-hand man nodded.
"As you all know," Mr. Thompson began, "Detroit was ravaged by a supernatural force that left dozens dead and hundreds injured."
He paused, allowing the weight of his words to sink in. "Our intelligence suggests that this attack was not an isolated incident. There have been similar reports from other cities around the world."
A murmur of concern rippled through the group.
"I think we all know who is responsible," he said.
"Nightshade," MATTHEW WINDSOR said as a man from the right side of the table grunted. He was dark skinned, with brown eyes. LEONARD MOON.
Beatrice heard stories about him, he's not a man to be reckoned with.
"According to the news reports," began MEGAN WU, a woman with long hair sitting next to Thompson's left, "there were two individuals who played a key role in the attack. One was a hybrid, with superhuman strength and agility."
"And the other," interjected another man, TOMMY BROWN. "was a young boy dressed in black. He seemed to possess some kind of supernatural abilities as well."
"Yes, the kid who lit up the sky," Beatrice said as she gestured to the roof.
"We've been monitoring reports of this boy for some time now," said Mr. Thompson.
"He's been witnessed at the scene of several other supernatural incidents that took place in Detroit," he continued.
"What's his connection to the attacks?" Beatrice asked.
"So far we have no clue," Thompson replied.
"But we do know that he's been against the attacks," said another woman, LILY COLINS, Mr. Thompson's assistant.
"We need to find this boy," said Thompson, his gaze resting on Beatrice. "We need to take him in, train him. And we need to do it quick before the Nightshade get their hands on him.
"I'll do it," said Beatrice.
"Good," said Thompson. "We'll provide you with all the resources you need."
Beatrice stood up from the table and walked out of the room, her mind already racing with possibilities. She guessed that finding the boy would be a tricky mission, but she was determined. After all, she's Beatrice Roosevelt.
. . .
Jacob strolled through the sun-drenched streets of Detroit, a wry smile playing on his lips. Newspapers were strewn about, their headlines screaming about a terrorist attack. The government's official story was that a missile had been intercepted, causing the mysterious purple light that had illuminated the sky. He scoffed at the feeble attempt to cover up the truth. He had fought the beast himself, and he knew that it was no missile. But he also knew that the government would never admit to the existence of such a creature and people with superpowers. Hoe did they manage to keep the witnesses quiet? Bribe maybe? Jacob laughed lightly, already moving on.
He pulled out a stolen phone and scrolled through social media, shaking his head at the comments from people who claimed to have seen the beast, and a man in black. They were being ridiculed and canceled, their voices drowned out by the government's propaganda. What happened 2 weeks ago was a shock to everyone, the road to the Opera house had been closed for construction. Jacob couldn't help but feel a sense of amusement at the absurdity of it all. The government was trying to gaslight the entire city, and most people were falling for it. But Jacob knew better. He knew that the truth was out there, and he appreciated how the government handled it. Even though the fight had been resolved, there's still that incident…when the other Jacob or "Sinister Jacob" as he liked to call it, took control.
He remembers clearly what happened, fighting on the roof, incinerating the hybrid creature in the sky, and the horrible thought of destroying the city. Just as Jacob was enjoying his peaceful stroll, contemplating, that is when he noticed three men in black suits following him. He tried to shake them by turning a few corners, but they were persistent. Suddenly, Jacob broke into a run. The men gave chase. He ran across the street and into an apartment building. He reached the fifth floor, the men still hot on his heels. They started shooting magic energy balls at him and couldn't dodge them all. One of the energy balls struck him in the chest, sending him flying backward. He crashed through a window and landed on the fire escape below.
Jacob summoned his purple flames and propelled himself into the air, flying towards the building across the street. The men in black saw what he was doing and quickly combined their energies to create a bridge of energy that allowed them to cross the gap as well. Jacob always wanted to meet someone with superpowers, but he had never imagined it being this way. Jacob saw the men coming and knew that he had to act quickly. He descended towards a moving bus, aiming to land on its roof. The men in black followed close behind, but Jacob was too fast for them.
He landed on the roof of the bus and crouched down, using his dagger to shield himself from the men's attacks. The men fired magic energy balls at him, but Jacob's dagger deflected them all. The bus continued to move, carrying Jacob away from the men in black. He stood up and looked back at them, a look of confusion on his face. They were still chasing after him, but they were losing ground. He didn't know why they were after him, but he did understand that they aren't the friendly type to have around. Jacob knew that he couldn't keep running forever. He needed to find a way to interrogate the men in black and figure out what they wanted with him. So he came up with a plan.
Jacob jumped off the bus and turned a few corners. He wanted to make sure that the men in black were following him, and to his satisfaction they were. He ran until he reached a dead end. There was a tall brick wall in front of him, with no way to climb over it. He could fly, but he turned around and waited for them. Jacob's hands flickered in purple flames as the three men in black appeared in the alleyway, their smug faces twisted into cruel smiles. They raised their hands, preparing to fire their magic energy balls.