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speedyartist30 · 21 days ago

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First Mission

Jasmine: "This is a terrible idea."

On the cargo plane, Jasmine waits for her captain's orders as they approach enemy lines. Jasmine has been on missions before, but what makes her nervous today is the presence of Jay on the plane. It’s Jay's first mission, and to test his progress and ability to follow orders, his handlers decided to add him to Captain Burns’s squad for an infiltration mission. The only problem is that no one on the squad knows why he is there except for the captain.

Jasmine: “Jay, why are you—”

Alex: “Why are you here? No one said anything about you coming with us.”

Jay didn’t respond; he kept his head down, waiting to be dropped off to start the infiltration. Earlier, Jay was instructed to create a diversion to help the group infiltrate the base and set up cameras and microphones. The most important thing was not to reveal his role to anyone.

As the plane descends closer to the ground, the doors open, letting the cold wind rush inside.

Captain Burns: "You're up, kid!"

Standing from his seat, Jay walks towards the door but feels someone grabbing his arm. Turning to see who it is, Jay finds Jasmine.

Jasmine: “Be careful.”

Nodding, Jay pulls his arm free and adjusts his hood. Taking a deep breath, he runs and jumps out the door, plunging into the thick snow. The plane ascends back into the air and vanishes into the clouds. As Jay walks towards the base, he notices the heavy snowfall around him and can't help but kick at it, sending snowflakes into the air that land on his head. He doesn’t mind.

Finally reaching the gate to the base, Jay jumps over it and heads towards the military garage. Sneaking past a few guards, he crawls under a truck and removes his gloves, placing his hands on the engine. Closing his eyes to focus, Jay channels his power into the engine, causing it to overheat. As a spark of fire appears, Jay crawls out from under the truck, knowing he has only a few seconds. He summons his power and rushes out of the garage, making sure to draw the guards' attention.

Behind him, he hears an explosion and the sounds of people yelling. Rounding a corner, Jay encounters more guards, all aiming their guns at him. A siren blares, and the guards start firing. Jay summons more power and charges at them, blazing with lightning.

On the plane

As the captain reviews the plan, Jasmine can't help but worry about Jay, constantly glancing at the door he jumped out of. Noticing her distraction, Alex elbows her to get her attention.

Alex: “Jazz, pay attention. This is important.”

Jasmine: “I know. I’m just worried about him. Jay shouldn’t be out there.”

Alex: “I know, but they wouldn’t send him if he couldn’t handle it, right?”

Suddenly, a loud bang echoes through the plane, causing everyone to jump to their feet.

Alex: “What was that?”

Captain Burns: “That’s our signal. Grab your gear. I want this mission completed without any casualties. Go!”

Grabbing their gear and weapons, the team rushes out of the plane to carry out their orders.

Alex and Jasmine’s POV

Running through the surprisingly empty base, Alex and Jasmine place cameras and microphones throughout the area to gather intel later. They enter a surveillance room where Alex sets up her last microphone.

Alex: “Okay, Jazz, let’s go. Jazz?”

Jasmine’s eyes are fixed on the screen as she watches Jay take down guards all by himself. Her heart sinks when she sees him stumble after kicking one of the guards in the face. On the screen, Jay glances behind him and then runs off-screen. Moments later, motorcycles rush past the screen in the same direction Jay went.

Jay’s POV

Running through the woods with furious guards hot on his trail, Jay tries to shake them off as they begin to close in on their motorcycles. Zigzagging through the forest causes some of them to crash, but the cold weather is starting to take its toll on him. Leaping into the air, Jay lands on a branch and launches himself at one of the guards, knocking her off her motorcycle. As his hood slips off, Jay changes direction, with the remaining guards in pursuit.

Pushing himself to run faster despite the cold air burning his throat, Jay finds himself in an open area with little cover. Losing his footing on the slick snow, he slows down, allowing one of the guards to grab him. As the guard touches him, Jay sends a burst of electricity towards him, causing the guard to swerve and crash into a tree. The impact splits the motorcycle in half, sending the back of the bike crashing into the ground and causing the earth to crack and split.

Realizing he is standing on a lake as the ground beneath him breaks, Jay quickly runs for the edge. Despite his best efforts, the ice gives way under his feet, and he plunges into the freezing water. The icy water shocks him, making him gasp and swallow some of it. Panicking, Jay forces himself to swim to the surface. When he finally reaches the hole he fell through, he grabs an outgrown root and pulls himself out of the water. Crawling to the base of the tree where the root came from, Jay curls up beside it as icy water drips from his clothes and hair.

He is freezing and trying to take deep breaths, but the shivering makes it nearly impossible. Knowing he can’t stay there, Jay summons the last of his power and heads towards the plane he was instructed to go to after the mission.

Jasmine’s POV

On the plane, Jasmine waits by the exit while her teammates celebrate a successful mission.

Jasmine: "Where is he?"

Alex: "He's not back yet?"

Jasmine: "No, I’m starting to get worried."

Alex: "You're always worried."

Jasmine: "Well... more than I was earlier, okay!"

She glances back towards the woods and spots a small, dark figure approaching the plane. Realizing it’s Jay, Jasmine feels a surge of relief until she sees him stumbling and falling.

Rushing down the ramp, Jasmine hurries towards him as he collapses. Crouching beside him, she notices how badly he's shivering and that his hair is wet. Jay won’t look at her; he just hugs himself tighter.

Reaching out, Jasmine touches his shoulder and realizes he's soaked. Without wasting any time, she picks him up and runs back to the plane.

Jasmine: "Alex!!! I need you to get some towels and blankets!"

Jasmine grabs Jay's bag and takes him to the bathroom to dry his hair and give him some dry clothes. When she emerges, she places Jay on a seat and searches for Alex to help warm him up.

Jasmine: I hope he doesn’t get sick from this.

As she walks past some of her squad members, Jasmine spots Alex carrying two thick blankets, her face partially covered.

Alex: “The captain gave them to me.”

Taking one from her friend so Alex can see, Jasmine and Alex hurry back to Jay.

They find him still shivering and hugging himself, with his knees pulled to his chest. His hands, face, and ears are pink. Jasmine sits beside him, unfolds her blanket, and wraps it around him, while Alex does the same, covering his head as well.

Standing up to assess what they had done, the only part of Jay visible from the blankets was his face. Jasmine have him a gentle smile while Alex snorted

Jasmine: “Aww, he looks so cute.”

Alex: “Haha, he looks like a little burrito.”

Sitting beside him again to keep him warm, Alex and Jasmine start asking what happened, but they receive only silence in response. However, Jay does answer one question.

Jasmine: “Jay, why were your clothes soaked?”

Jay: “I f-fell.”

Alex: “You fell?”

(He nods)

Jasmine: “Where?”

Jay: “Lake broke.”

Alex: “It bro—wait, you fell in a frozen lake?!”

Waiting for him to reply, they are met with only a small sneeze. Jay pulls the blankets closer around himself and begins to drift off to sleep until Jasmine nudges him.

Jasmine: “Don’t fall asleep yet. We still need to warm you up.”

Jay frowns but stays awake.

Samual pov

Samual, the captain of this squad enters with three cups of hot chocolate to help warm up the team. He spots Jay swaddled in blanktes, but clearly anxious. The boy only been around them for a few weeks, Samual can count on one hand the amount of times the kid spoke.

Samual : “You three look like you could use a warm drink.”

He hands Jasmine and Alex their drinks.

Alex: “Yes! Thanks, Captain.”

Jasmine: “Thank you, Captain.”

He gives a nod to the women and glances at Jay, he didn’t realizes how small the boy was. Samual had a difficult time comprehending that Jay is dangerous. Yes, Samual as seen his skills firsthand, but right now, he just looks like a normal little kid, which shouldn’t be here with them risking their lives for the country.

Crouching down to Jays level Samual offers him the drink with a friendly smile.

Samual:” Would you like one Jay?”

Jay doesn’t take the cup but instead scoots closer to Jasmine. She takes the cup from the him and reassures Jay that it was ok.

Jasmine: “It’s okay. He just wants to warm you up so you’re not cold anymore.”

Alex: “Besides, hot chocolate is super good!”

Pulling the blanket off his head, Jay looks at Samual for a moment before taking the cup from Jasmine. He appreciates how the cup warms his cold hands, so he pulls it close to his body. Noticing Jay’s reaction, Alex laughs and asks:

Alex: “Aren’t you going to drink it?”

Watching Alex drink her hot chocolate, Jay looks down at his own cup and takes a small sip. His eyes turn gold, and little sparks appear around him but fade with each small sip. Samaul shook his head slowly and comments

Samual:”No matter how many times I see him do that I still can’t believe it’s real.”

Alex: “Well, at least we know he likes it.”

The blonde leaves to give them space and distribute more drinks. Jasmine and Alex start talking about random things to pass the time until they reach the base, while Jay quietly enjoys his hot chocolate.

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speedyartist30 · 21 days ago

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New home

The rumbling of tires over rocks woke Jay from his sleep. He blinked, feeling disoriented and confused. Rubbing his eyes, he sat up and found himself in the back of a truck. The windows were so heavily tinted that he could barely see outside.

Where am I…How did I get here?

Jay moved toward the window, pressing his small hands against the glass and squinting. Silhouettes and buildings blurred by, and a sense of unease settled in his chest. His thoughts were foggy, and he couldn’t remember how he ended up here. When he looked down, he saw a band-aid on the back of his sore hand.

A deep voice suddenly told him to sit down, and Jay jumped, startled, seeing two strangers in the front seat. Wide-eyed, he quickly sat down, cradling his sore hand to his chest. His eyes met a pair of shaded ones in the rearview mirror. The other person, a woman, was on the phone, speaking in a hushed tone, but Jay clearly heard his name.

Glancing at the door, Jay slowly tried to pull the handle, but it didn’t budge. He looked for a lock, only to realize there wasn’t one. Panic started to rise in his chest, but before it could fully set in, the vehicle came to a stop.

The strangers got out, leaving Jay alone inside. He stood up again and pressed his face against the window, watching as they talked to an older man in a strange uniform. The strangers who had been with him wore black suits. When Jay saw them moving toward the window, he scrambled back until they opened the door. A bright light flooded in, and Jay shielded his eyes with his hand as a chilly breeze swept through the vehicle. The woman picked him up and carried him out of the car. Jay squirmed in her arms until he got a look at his surroundings.

Tall trees and buildings surrounded him, and in the distance, he saw a huge wall. He didn’t get a chance to take in the sights for long, as they were quickly heading toward the woods behind them. Curiously, Jay looked around until they came across an old, worn-down shed. They stepped inside, where rusted tools lined the walls. The man in the suit took out his phone and made a call. Right before Jay’s eyes, the floor opened up, revealing an elevator.

The four of them stepped inside the elevator as it descended. Jay watched the numbers light up one by one until it stopped at a button labeled "S.S." When the doors opened, a long hallway was revealed. The man in the strange uniform glanced at Jay out of the corner of his eye before quickly looking away. They turned into a stark white area filled with monitors and people in white lab coats, while others wore black suits. Suddenly, Jay was put down, but the woman grabbed his wrist and pulled him in a completely different direction. He stumbled over his small feet, trying to keep up with her quick, purposeful strides as she led him down a new hallway with only a single door at the end.

Jay looked up at her as she opened the door, revealing a stark white room inside. There was a bed, a closet, and a bathroom. On the bed were some clothes. She released his wrist and told him to get dressed. Jay tilted his head in confusion—he was already dressed.

The woman frowned, nudged him into the room, and closed the door behind him.

Jay fidgeted with his hair and slowly approached the set of clothes laid out for him. They were all black. Looking down, he saw he was wearing a light gray sweatshirt and joggers, but no shoes—just socks. Glancing at the door, he turned back and began changing. He pulled on the black camouflage pants and the black sweater, struggling a bit with the heavy boots but managing to get them on. Once dressed, he stood on his tiptoes to open the door and peeked down the hall. He saw the woman from before and another unfamiliar woman.

Nervously, Jay gave a wave and a shy smile, but neither woman responded. The new woman stepped toward him and said firmly, “You will refer to us as 'handler,' as well as anyone else you see in a black suit.” Jay tilted his head, unsure of what a “handler” was. The woman turned and started walking away. “It’s time for your training. Afterward, we’ll evaluate your progress,” she said over her shoulder.

Jay didn’t move, feeling confused and frightened. What training? The women stopped and looked down at him. His throat tightened as he struggled to understand.

“When you are given a task, you follow it until completion. Understand?” one of them said.

Jay slowly shook his head and took a step back, his heart racing. He wasn’t supposed to be here—he didn’t even know why or where he was! His hands began sparking with electricity. Taking a deep breath, Jay bolted past them in a blur of speed, sliding to a stop when everyone turned to look at him. Panicked, Jay tried to find a way out. An alarm blared, and heavy footsteps echoed behind him.

What’s happening? Where’s Mommy and Daddy?

Jay came to a dead end, the hallways all looking the same. Breathing heavily, he covered his ears as the alarms continued to wail. Suddenly, he felt a sharp prick on his leg. Yelping, he looked down to see a dart. His vision blurred as a wave of dizziness overwhelmed him, and he collapsed to the floor. His eyes grew heavy, and his body relaxed uncontrollably. Through his hazy vision, he saw a pair of black heels approaching before everything went dark.

The next few weeks were a blur for Jay, his memories slowly coming back. He remembered that these people had kidnapped him from his home and hurt his parents. The recollection of that terrible night left him heartbroken and terrified. His so-called “handlers” around him remained emotionless, showing no concern for his fear or sadness; they only cared about his progress in the relentless training sessions he was forced to endure.

The doctors in the underground facility frightened Jay. Whenever he saw someone in a white lab coat, a small voice in his head urged him to get away. Despite his screams and tears, the doctors drew blood from him, making him feel sick afterward. Jay didn’t understand why they needed it or what was so “special” about it, a term he constantly heard from them.

In the facility’s training area, Jay was pushed to his limits. He was forced to run, lift weights, and learn combat. Every day, he was exhausted and bruised. Instead of receiving the comfort and reassurance he needed, he was met with criticism: “You were too slow on that last run. Your form was sloppy. You need to control your emotions. Stop crying. Focus!” Jay learned the hard way that any attempts to escape or acts of “stubbornness” led to even more time locked away in the training grounds.

Jay desperately wanted to go home, but he wasn’t even sure if he had a home to return to

Samual’s POV

Outside near the trail in the woods, Samual had just ordered his squad to run as part of their warm-up for the day’s training. As he was preparing to start, his phone buzzed in his pocket. Signaling his team to wait, Samual answered the call. It was his commander.

The commander informed him that he was needed in the recovery unit. A bit concerned, Samual told his team to continue without him as he left to find out why his presence was required.

Upon arriving at the recovery unit, he saw his commander standing outside. Calm but with a hint of worry, Samual asked, “Is everything alright, commander?”

The older man nodded and instructed Samual to follow him. “A few weeks ago, a squad was on a mission and they discovered the child alone in the woods. But this child is capable of doing… well, things people would deem impossible.”

Samual glanced at his superior, puzzled. “A child, sir? Not to be disrespectful, but is this some sort of joke? Why on earth would a child be brought here?”

Commander: "The child has been unwell and needed immediate medical attention."

The commander’s eyes shifted briefly to Samual before returning forward. Climbing a few stairs, the commander led Samuel to a room where two doctors stood outside—one man and one woman. Opening the door, the commander allowed them to enter. Samual saw the child asleep on the hospital bed. The other doctors stepped in, and the woman whispered something to the head doctor.

Doctor: "Can you two clear the room for a moment?"

Respecting the request, Samual and his commander stepped outside. Though they didn’t speak, Samual couldn’t shake the uneasy feeling he had about the situation, especially the peculiar behavior of the doctor.

Commander: "The child’s name is Jay."

Samual, surprised by the sudden information, looked at his commander.

Samual: "Sorry, what did you say, commander?"

Commander: "The child, his name is Jay. I didn’t mention it earlier, but it’s important to know."

The commander didn’t make eye contact; he kept facing the wall with a strange, frustrated, and perhaps guilty expression.

Samual: "Commander, are you—"

Before he could finish his question, the nurse opened the door and gestured for Samual to come in. As he walked back into the room, he noticed the two men at the computer, whispering to each other.

Nurse: "Captain Burns."

Samual looked back at the nurse, who was holding Jay, still asleep. She handed the child to Samual, who carefully took him, making sure not to wake him. The child seemed deeply asleep, his head lolling limply on Samuel’s shoulder.

The nurse turned her back to Samual and joined the doctors at the computer.

As Samual walked out, he noticed his commander had vanished.

Samual: “What’s wrong with everyone today?”

Stopping by the mess hall, Samuel picked up some fruit for Jay when he woke up. On his way back to his room, he attracted unwanted attention but managed to deter his nosy comrades with a single cold look.

Finally making it to his room, Samuel placed Jay on the couch and closed the door to keep others out. He turned on the TV at a low volume for background noise and sat beside Jay, starting on some paperwork he had fallen behind on.

While working, Samuel kept an eye on Jay, ready to take him back to the medical facility if needed. The child barely moved. After finishing a few documents, Samuel left the room to deliver them to an office just a few doors down. When he returned, he noticed the TV was glitching and the lights in the room were flickering. Jay was frowning in his sleep, curling up. Samuel didn’t want to wake him, but the child’s distressed expression was concerning.

Samual: “Jay? Jay!”

When Jay didn’t respond, Samual reached out and gently shook Jay’s right knee. Jay’s eyes flew open, and he pulled his leg away, tears filling his eyes as he clutched his knee with a small cry.

Samual: “I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to hurt you! I’m so sorry!”

Standing up to give Jay space, Samual considered getting a doctor but quickly dismissed the idea due to their strange behavior earlier.He looked back at Jay, who was still clutching his knee, tears streaming down his face. Jay seemed to relax a little as he glanced around the room, though he still looked confused.

Samual: “Are you okay? I didn’t mean to hurt you.”

Jay nodded, starting to wipe his tears away. Samual noticed how exhausted Jay looked—the sweater he wore was too big for him, and he seemed extremely stiff.

Slowly returning to the couch, Samual sat beside Jay, keeping a respectful distance. Jay didn’t move away but watched Samual intently.

Samual: “I’m going to check your leg, just to make sure you’re okay. Do you want some fruit while I do?”

Samual pointed to the bag on his desk, and Jay nodded. Standing up, Samual picked up the bag, untied it, and handed it to Jay. As Samual crouched down in front of him, he glanced up to see if Jay was watching. The child seemed more interested in the fruit, starting with the apple slices.

Samual gently rolled up Jay’s pants leg and discovered a dark pink and purple bruise on the boy’s knee. It was obviously swollen and needed ice. Despite his training to keep a straight face in serious situations, Samuel struggled to suppress his reaction.

Samual: Is this what the doctor meant by "unwell"? If they knew this, then why force the kid out? He needs rest.

Lost in his thoughts, Samuel felt a tap on his shoulder. Looking up, he saw Jay offering him an apple slice.Smiling at the gesture, Samuel took the slice and ate it.

Samual: “Thanks, Jay.”

A small smile appeared on Jay’s face as he continued eating the fruit from the bag, looking more relaxed than before.

Knowing he needed to get his squad, Samuel turned off the TV and stood up.

Samual: “Well, it’s time to go.”

Jay pulled his pants leg back down to cover his knee and climbed off the couch, holding the bag close. Though Jay moved stiffly, he didn’t whine or complain. Samuel suspected the child had more injuries but didn’t have time to check.

Determined not to let Jay walk on his injured leg, Samual drove them to the training area.

Arriving at the weight room, Samual didn’t find his squad but he saw a mess. Annoyed by the disarray, he tells Jay to sit on one of the benches until he finished cleaning up.

As Samual picked up discarded weights, he noticed a golden glow. Turning toward it, he saw a blur zoom around the room. Within seconds, the room was completely cleaned and organized. Looking around, Samual saw Jay back on the bench where he had been sitting earlier.

Samual paused, astonished. Had Jay just glowed and moved faster than he could blink? The commander’s words rang true. Samual snapped his mouth shut and shook his head to regain his composure.

Samual: “Um, thanks for helping, Jay. Er… you’re very fast.”

Jay nodded but grimaced, holding his right side.

Samual: “Are you hurting?”

Jay winced, but shook his head.

Samual: “It’s okay; you just need to rest so it won’t hurt anymore, alright?”

Noticing that Jay’s eyes were watering again, Samuel crouched beside him and gently asked:

Samual: “Is it just your leg that hurts, or is there something else?”

For the first time that day, Jay spoke.

Jay: “It hurts here.”

He pointed to his right side, the same side where his knee was injured. Samuel lifted Jay’s sweater and saw that the entire right side of the child’s torso was bruised. The sight was disturbing; it looked like something that could put a grown man in the hospital.

Samual: “Jay, who did this?”

There was silence.

Samual: “Jay?”

Still, there was no response. Realizing he might have pushed too hard with his questions, Samual decided to change the topic.

Samual: “I’m going to get you some ice.”

He carefully picked Jay up and headed outside to get some from the mess hall. As they walked along the trail, Samuel said,

Samual: “Jay, from now on, if you need help with anything—whether it's injuries or somewhere to stay—let me know, or just come to my room, okay?”

Jay didn’t say anything but looked up at Samuel and layed his head down. His small hand gripped Samuel’s jacket as he gave a small nod.

As Samual carried Jay, he noticed his squad approaching. When they saw Jay in his arms, their expressions shifted to shock. Jay, startled by their presence, sparked briefly.Cameron was the first to react.

Cameron: “WHAT THE F*CK!”

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