SuperGeek: The Beginning

The dark night was never this dark to his memory. The city had fallen asleep, apart from some dim lights in the middle of faraway, looking like fireflies flying to save their last lights. The man walked alone, looking tired but cautious. He had perfect hair, his broad shoulder somehow made you wanted to lay your head there for a while, and he would be exactly what you would want in a guy... precisely a century ago. 

It was only a few miles from his modest home when a few other men showed up. They all wore spectacles, no exactly your average athletic guys, but you could tell that they brought danger. He gasped and the ran away to the other directions, but the men managed to chase him using the jet packed to their shoes. He knew he was doomed when he ran into a dead-end - or was there exactly where the three other guys had lured him to? 

He turned around, waiting for God-knew what could happen to him, then solemnly closed his eyes upon stumbling the laser gun the three guys had brought. For solid three minutes, nothing happened - he slowly opened his eyes just to find that the three guys had been knocked down. He gazed around: nobody was seen there, he walked slowly out of fear that the bullies would wake up, when he heard a voice: Go home, dude.

A masked-men inside his fancy car - or a plane? - was looking at him, before flew out to the dark horizon. He whispered his gratitude, then ran home, with thousands of questions: who was that guy? What was his purpose? And more importantly, was he the answer to the problem the city had faced? He didn't know much, he was tired, but that night he knew he went to sleep with a slight hope that it would get better. 

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to be continued...