When your prospective boss, well you’re new boss, tells you to take a trip for a story, you say… ok.
It was starting out pretty nicely too. Maybe his first piece had been a bit heavy on the mutant problem, he wasn’t sure if he had somehow already typecast himself or maybe the wrong person had see the wrong thing and it was found out to be a mutant. He would have to try to figure that out . Then again, that would have to wait.
He was meeting a blue monkey-cat of a mutant, but not just any blue furball of a mutant, this was Hank motherfucking McCoy! Guari looked him up when he first became a mutant. He was one hell of a idol for any mutant, afterall here he was with a quite obvious mutation, but he was still respected and trying hard to make a difference. Guari fought hard not to ‘fanboy’ over the apparent chaperone for the trip. Still, he listened to the well spoken mutant in wonder.
But what was he doing here? Hank was a scientist, so he could only assume he was going to be seeing something interesting, but why were there so many teens and young adults. It reminded him of a field trip for a halfway house or the museum sleep in that he had stumbled upon. Unlike that experience though, he was actually invited this time! And apparently they were going to flying somewhere. He noted that nobody was actually saying where they were going.
Honestly though, Guari didn’t care. Maybe he should have been unnerved with that level of secrecy. Concerned about his potential well being, after all it was entirely possible for somebody to decide a plane full of mutants might go well with a missile or three.
Instead, Guari was concerned about the fact that he was packed super light. He had packed two changes of clothes (complete with two extra pairs of socks), a few snacks (mainly for the plane) and his notepad and charger for his cell phone. But everybody else seemed to have copious amounts of luggage.
But that was the last thing he saw.
To keep the surprise intact, they had put a blindfold on him. Which made his slight jump when Hank took him by the hand almost humorous. “No peeking now, Mr. Guari. I do profusely apologize again for the blindfold but our current whereabouts are, strictly speaking, not for public consumption. However your employer sang your praises and said you were the perfect reporter to document this most unique venture.”
Wait… what? They liked his work? He had barely gotten paid. He had no idea that it was actually liked. “Also your insurance paperwork had not gone through just yet and any injury sustained on this mission would not be his responsibility.”
Guari’s pride deflated a bit as Hank continued to finish this task and lead Guari to his seat. Once he was seated and buckled, Hank was already onto another duty. “Now children, behave yourselves. NEENA GET OFF THE JET THIS INSTANT.”
And like that Hank was away doing other things. And so he sat in darkness, listening to people come and slowly fill up the ‘jet’. For a moment he thought he even heard Kitty’s voice. He was tempted to peek and see if it was her. Fear of being ejected from this rare opportunity stayed his hand.
As the jet took off and headed towards its destination, the talking amongst the multitude of people was mostly hushed. Nothing much for him to pick up on and since nobody had told him he could remove his blindfold, he didn’t.
His lack of sight, didn’t hinder his ability to sense the trouble in the air. Something wasn’t going right, maybe it was a inbound missile…
And then everything went sideways, too quickly for him to clearly make anything out. But as his darkness was ripped away like a band-aid over his eyes, the sudden light of day burned. It was ok though, the rush of air was of much more concern and took priority pretty easily since the last thing he was absolutely sure of was that he was in an airplane of some sort. If he was no long within the airplane… that meant he was out of the airplane.
And just his luck, he didn’t know how to fly.
He wanted curse his luck and try to access the situation as his vision tried to refocus and become an asset instead of a liability. Even as his eyes did their job, his brain was even more confused, because he might have known how to fly. After all he was slowly, much slower than gravity had ever let him fall before, falling towards… a jungle? From his height, it looked like an island. Glancing around he saw a plethora of others wafting towards the ground.
They were like leaves on the wind…
He started to yell out for somebody… anybody, but he realized they were incredibly too far away. Whatever had made the ‘jet’ not a ‘jet anymore had dispersed the contents. In his mind he could only imagine a bag of potato chips labeled ‘Jets with Mutants’ and some larger pair of hands ripping the bag open and the mutant shaped chips being flung into the air in some comical slow motion fashion.
And that mental image almost kept him from panicking as he neared the unknown island.
Even though the descent was slow enough to catch hold of a tree and to guide himself in with some quick and decisive thinking, more realistic problems seem to present themselves to his mind. What was he supposed to do? Where was this island? Did he get reception?
As he put his feet down on the ground, he was given some sort of reaction. Or at least sign of life…
Two streaking flares went up in the air crossing each other and making an ‘X’. He shrugged and figured ‘X’ marks the spot. Before he could even do any sort of collecting of himself, he heard rustling. “Hello?”
He called out ignorant of the possibility that it was wildlife and not other mutants. “Were you on the flight as well? I see an ‘X’ I think we should head towards…”RatKingtideNightmareNotion