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If I told you that we weren’t the only ones in our universe, would you believe it? It really depends on who you’re asking. But if I told you that there weren’t the only advanced races on this planet, most would probably not believe me. But I saw these creatures with my own eyes and let me tell you, it wasn’t pleasant.
My name is Jacob Thompson, just your average pizza boy…or am I? I mean, I’m not in this point of the story, so I guess I should just continue. Waking up in my filthy one-room apartment has been the same as usual. Wake up, brush my teeth, eat some breakfast (If I could afford it), and get ready for work. I bet you’re wondering, “Well Jacob, where are your parents?” And to tell you the truth, I don’t really know if they’re even alive.
My aunt and uncle told me that they died during a car crash, other people that knew my parents told me that they faded away during (what the Avengers called it) the Infinity War, but never came back. Which I find really weird since my parents left home when I was 7, and it’s been 10 years now.
My aunt and uncle help pay for my school supplies, and I can barely pay my rent, yeah, I work full time at this place named “Freshly.”
Ever since I was little, I idolized the Avengers, a group of superhumans that protected earth from all things here and beyond. They’re the reason that I kept moving forward, and to be honest, moving forward is way more boring than exciting.
Working 24/7 at a pizza place that has a very questionable quality for their actual products seemed to be less exciting than a NordVPN sponsorship ad, but at least I had some friends.
Gazing around the small shack, I saw our usual customers. Big Gus (Yes, that’s what we call him) was a frequent customer, always came with some friend or the other, today it seemed like he came with some sort of rich dude, except Big Gus wasn’t his usual, goofy self. It seemed like he was intimidated by this man, a bit more nervous than usual.
I was doing my own business like usual, but I couldn’t help but overhear their conversation, it went something like this.
“I got a sweet deal here boss! We could change the world with this idea!” Gus explained.
“I’ve been asking you for so long, I want it ready! No more setbacks! The man replied.
“But this is a huge opportunity! We take it and boom! Right at our hands, we have all of the power we need in order to make this work!”
“You know I’m not a risk taker, I want you to take your stupid games, and get rid of them! We aren’t planning this anymore, we’re in the game phase, it’s either follow your orders, or go back to being homeless. I want you to know that you are NOTHING without me!” The man snapped.
Gus winced and quietly said under his breath, “Yes sir…: Then they went back to eating.
The man suddenly turned his head away from Gus and stared at me, “You there! Yeah you! With messy hair! Give me a drink will ya?”
“U-u-um yes sir, what kind?” I stuttered.
“Mmmm, surprise me.” He said, while slouching his arms around the couch.
This guy gave me bad energy, and I didn’t like it. Anyways, I had to give him his order, so I quickly rushed to the nearest soda dispenser and pressed the first thing that I saw, immediately, the dispenser starting squirting out a sort of greenish liquid.
I rushed towards the table where Gus and the weird man were sitting and I saw Gus nervously chewing on his pizza. I handed the man his soda and then waited. He stared at the drink for a long while before taking a sip, then he started talking to Gus again.
“I want the drill by no later than next Wednesday, you got me?”
Gus made eye contact again with him and replied, “Yes Mr. Newman…”
So that’s his name, I thought, might need a little more investigation on this topic, but for now, I had to keep silent.
After my shift was done at 5:00. I went to visit some friends for a get-together they’ve been planning. I rode there on his bicycle, and kept peddling until I could see the house on the horizon.
I’d still been thinking about the events that occurred earlier today. Deep inside the back of my head I knew this guy was up to no good.
Stopping next to his mailbox, I parked my bike right next to the mailbox. It was covered with dirt, as the house was a lot older than one would think. Walking right up to the door, I knocked on the hard wooden door, hard enough for someone to hear.
I was greeted by my friend Mark, redhead, who wore rectangular glasses, and some freckles along his cheeks. He greeted me and welcomed me inside. “Want some Nachos?” Mark asked.
"Uhh, yeah, sure, thanks!" I replied.
He went towards the kitchen and grabbed a huge platter of Nachos.
"Holy Shit, is that all for us?" I gasped.
"Nah, more are coming." He replied.
"Oh and let me tell you about something!" I said. "There was this guy at work today ok? His name was like, Mr. Newman or som-"
Mark shot up from his seat, banged the table, and yelled, "MR. WHAT!!!???"
"Um, Mr. Newman, why you askin'?"
His shocked face turned into a face of worry. "Jacob...Newman's been wanted for 10 years."
His shocked face quickly transferred to mine, "W-what did he do?"
Mark's attention shifted over to his phone, "say's here that he's murdered over 50 Stark Industries employees, all in one day."
"Was it a bombing or something?" I asked.
"No, it says here each individual employee had stab wounds scattered around their entire body." Mark noted.
This man seemed like a lunatic, an absolute pychopath. Who would kill all of those Stark Industry employees, but more importantly, why?
He was soon interrupted by a knock at the door. Delighted, I went to answer it, hoping it was one of my friends.
That's where I was wrong.