This is my third time posting here (wow). You'd think it'd be less nerve-racking, haha.
My name is Sibo and I love three things.
3. Watching sci-fi movies ( Warning: Don't bring up Marvel, I'll rant😂)
Four or five months ago, I posted a prologue that is now locked in a drawer somewhere (deleted) and I think a month ago (could be two) I posted the first 400 words of mh YA sci-fi novel, and it has been re-written.
Now, I'm posting the opening chapter. Call me crazy. If it gets beaten down to it's finest atoms— so be it, I love learning and improving as a writer, especially with my novel. I'm aware I still have a long, long way to go, and any feedback, opinion and critique is highly appreciated. Love you all!!
14 February 2018.
Spark didn’t know what to make of being on Earth. She was adopted and taken to planet Zardag a couple of days after being born. So— yes— Spark was an Earthling. The last thing she remembered about her sudden current return was saving three kids from her self-destructing spaceship. But now, she had no idea where she was. She would’ve believed you if you told her it was all a dream.
The room Spark was in contained little: blue curtains, a security camera, the bed Spark lay on, and a closed white door. Did Spark dare try to open it? No, nor was she going to unless the security camera combusted into flames. Nothing suggested she was in a hospital. But that must’ve been where she was. Where else could she be?
A white ant-sized creature walked into the room. It had a brown substance on top— possibly hair— and it stood on two legs. Because of distance, making it out in great detail was impossible for Spark . Also, she wasn’t in the mood to use her microscopic vision. Her powers were the reason she was in that mess.
Suddenly, the creature stopped. Then, it left. It’s arms and legs moved humanly, but it ran like the wind.
What on Earth…?
Outside her room, Spark heard hushed voices. It had to have been the doctors.
“Did you see her?”
“Is she alive?”
“She was awake.”
“Did she see you?”
“Not really, let’s go see her.”
“Somebody else might see us.”
“Who cares? I’m going.”
“Ugh fine, let’s go. But if we get caught, you are taking the blame, James.”
Spark closed her eyes, and pretended to go to sleep. She could see through her eyelids. Three teenagers, two boys and a girl, entered the room. Not doctors, but the kids Spark had tried to save. All three of them had brown hair and brown eyes, and the younger boy and girl looked the same age. Definitely siblings.
And totally opposite from me. Spark noted. She was tall and black, with chocolate brown, shoulder-length hair. Her eyes were phosphorescent green, in contrast to her gaze that made people feel she was apologizing for her presence.
Stranger than Spark, was the older boy. He had huge arms and legs of hard rippling muscle, with an outright chest and broad shoulders. He was as muscular as a pro wrestler, but he was only a teenager. Sixteen or seventeen, Spark guessed.
“We have to go… if anyone finds us here… we’ll be in huge trouble.” the girl was saying.
“Will you shut up?” the younger boy snapped. “You’ll wake her up. And we found this girl, we have the right to see her.”
“James, you saw what she did— she’s dangerous.”
“I saw her saving our lives.”
“And taking away others.”
“Did you see her move that spaceship with her mind?” the older boy intervened, sensing an argument brewing.
“No, we missed it.” the younger boy said sarcastically.
Silence. Should Spark dare to speak?
“Excuse me?” Spark asked, startling them. “Where am I?”
The other three exchange nervous glances.
The older boy folded his arms. “London. Where are you from?”
“Don’t let his muscles intimidate you.” the younger boy added. “He’s all fluff inside.”
Spark’s attention turned to the younger boy. He was about her age. His breathing was minimal, like someone holding their breath when anxious for something. Was he anxious for Spark’s response? His eyes flickered around the room occasionally. Was such alertness in an Earthling normal? His face was a deep shade of red and his entire body shook. Not shivered, but shook. He stood in a shrunken position, as if he wanted to return to the womb.. With each second, he normalized. Like someone recovering from shock. But when he’d spoken… he sounded fine. So why did he look like someone who’d under gone a physical transformation? Had he been in a fight? He wasn’t disheveled. Wait, transformation… Brown hair… brown hair… Could he have been the white ant?!!
The young boy looked at Spark so intrigued she blushed deeply.
Spark realised she hadn’t given any response. She tried to play it cool like, “What muscles?”
“Oh, snap!” The twins said playfully whilst the older boy smiled. Phew.
Spark sat up. She couldn’t remember where her spaceship had landed, but it hadn’t been London. “I’m from Earth, but I was raised on Zardag, a planet several solar systems away from here. How did I get to London?”
“We brought you back with us.” the older boy answered. “And for the record, it’s my weak arms that carried you.”
“I overheard Quinton talking to Emma. She suffered from severe brain damage,” the younger boy explained to the other two. “She might not remember the incident.”
If they were talking about Spark saving them, then yes, she remembered nearly dying for them, clearly. “I remember.” Spark said dryly. “The spaceship self-destructed. Did anyone get hurt?”
The girl answered. “Yes. There were a couple of scientists nearby. The blast hit them.”
Spark’s worst horrors came true. She had killed someone. Tears emerged at the corners of her eyes.
“It’s okay, really.” The older boy said quickly. “Let’s face it, they weren’t that important—” His sister stared at him “— I mean —er— had you ever moved anything that big?” he asked Spark.
“If you’re from Earth, how can you move things with your mind?” the girl asked.
“I don’t know.”
“And you have no idea how you got on that spaceship?”
“Do your parents know you’re here?”
“I don’t know.”
“Are your parents also from Earth?” The older boy asked.
There was a pause, then “If you came with that spaceship, why weren’t you on it when it landed?” the girl asked.
“I flew off.”
“Did you know it was going to self-destruct?”
“Why did it self-destruct?” the girl and the older boy asked almost at the same time.
“I don’t know.”
“You saved our lives. Thank you.” The younger boy said earnestly.
Spark stared at him. She had killed people, and he was thanking her?! She remembered she’d nearly died herself. Why had they been there when the spaceship landed, anyway? Spark didn’t have the heart to ask. She simply murmured, “You’re welcome.”
“I’m James, this is my older brother Tom, and my twin sister Aya.”
“Aya and I are 14, and Tom is 16. How old are you?”
Then, the door opened. A man entered. He pointed at the three kids. “Leave.”
Everything from the man’s black suit and tie, to his resonating voice, radiated with confidence and power. His jet-black hair and sea-blue eyes made him more intimidating. Spark’s demeanor didn’t change. In some ways, the man was similar to her father.
However, James, Aya, and Tom dashed out quickly.
“Hello.” the man said to Spark.
“Hello.” she responded.
“I’m Franklin, Head of the MI6, also known as the British Secret Service. And you are?”
Spark wasn’t surprised to hear who Franklin was, the man was almost a cliché. Black suite and tie with confidence and power— Spark would’ve been surprised if he’d been a farmer.
However, Spark’s heart thumped in her chest. She was the reason people died in the off-site facility. Had it belonged to MI6?
“I’m Spark, the daughter of King Garvolus.”
“Hmm, I don’t think I’ve ever heard of King Garvolus.” Franklin said.
“He’s from Zardag. It’s a different planet.”
“You’re not from Earth?”
“I am. I’m adopted.”
“How did your father adopt you?”
“My birth father was an astronaut. My father saw the spaceship my birth father was in, head for doom. My father couldn’t save anyone, so he came to Earth to at least warn Earthlings not to send anyone else in that direction. He found my birth father’s house, but found no one there, but me, plus a goodbye note from my mother. Then he took me.”
“How did he find your birth father’s house?”
“Technology.” Spark said simply. She knew Earthlings were less advanced.
“And what was this doom your birth father was heading in?”
Spark paused, she’d never asked. She saw asking questions as a sign of arrogance, and she didn’t believe she was better than anyone. “I never asked.” Spark mumbled.
Franklin’s eyes narrowed. “Okay. So, why are you back on Earth?”
“I don’t know.” She had gone to bed one night on Zardag, and woken up all alone on that spaceship.
“Do you know how you arrived?”
“And what happened after the spaceship arrived?”
Spark didn’t answer. What was she supposed to say? Other than, it blew up…
“I heard you moved the spaceship with your mind. Is that true?” Franklin asked.
“How, if you’re from Earth?”
Spark’s eyes fell down to her fingers. “I don’t know. There were several programmes on the spaceship with steps on how to do crazy skills and abilities. I don’t understand how I was able to do them. It’s like I’ve got a new power in me, and those programmes were just helping me control it.” She blinked back the tears threatening to cascade down her cheeks.
“Does that mean you have more than two abilities?” Franklin asked.
“What do you have?”
“Super speed, super strength, telekinesis, pyrokinesis, microscopic vision, invisibility, flight power, and the ability to manipulate matter and non-matter.” Spark said counting her fingers.
“You have more abilities than all the three kids!” Franklin said astonished.
Spark’s eyebrows shot up. “The kids have abilities?”
“Yes. A while before I became the Head of the MI6, I was a scientist. I did research on things like poison cures from different plant and animal DNA. I was young, wild, and knew too much for my own good. When I finished, I decided to work on something more adventurous. Genetic engineering. And now Tom, James, and Aya are the first ever genetically engineered humans. Nobody besides about four people in the MI6 know they exist.
“Tom has superhuman strength. He can also produce claws, fangs and gills at his will. Aya can conduct electricity and turn invisible. James has superhuman speed, enhanced senses, enhanced agility, meaning he can climb walls and do spectacular flips, and he can shrink in size.”
Spark nodded mutely. Why did James have more abilities than the others? She wasn’t complaining— he seemed nice.
“Do you want to ask something?”
“Spark, you can be free around me.” Franklin said. “I can tell you’re wondering something from what I said.”
“Er, well, I just wondered why James has more abilities than the others.”
“Because he doesn’t have any fighting mechanisms. He can only run away really well.” Franklin replied.
Spark immediately warmed to James. She’d been the weakest person on Zardag, so she could relate. Plus James was handsome.
Get that thought out of my mind. Spark scolded herself.
“Do you have any means of going back to Zardag?” Franklin asked.
Spark blinked. “No.”
“Okay. Do you know how to communicate with anyone from Zardag? Or anyone that can help you?”
Spark’s gaze fell. “No.”
“It’s okay. In the meantime, I was thinking you could work for me.”
Spark looked up. “Work for you?” Spark’s heart raced. She didn’t even know how to cook.
“You’d be working with James, Tom, Aya, and their mission specialist Emma. I send them on missions that even the greatest of MI6 agents cannot complete. You’ll be joining them on these missions.”
Spark almost rolled her eyes at the offer. “I know who James Bond is— I’m nothing like him. On Zardag, the rich and the royal get access to Earth movies. I’m flattered by your offer, but no— I’m not a spy.”
“Then you leave me no choice. You are under arrest for the death of four research scientists, a MI6 Division 7 agent, two security guards, two security dogs, a receptionist, and a cleaner.”
Spark bit her lip. “This job, when can I start?”
Spark wasn’t stupid. There was something Franklin wasn’t telling her. No reputable organisation would hire an unexperienced girl, especially one that didn’t even have an Earth birth certificate. On top of that, Spark was almost certain she hadn’t been brought to Earth to join the British spy service.
What Spark didn’t know was, she was only going to be part of the MI6 for a few hours. Bigger things were waiting for her.