Standing at the luggage collection point, I waited anxiously for my luggage to arrive, slowly watching the luggage go round and round on the machine.

"Excuse me." Someone said behind me but it didn't matter anyway, since the person shoved me aside harshly after saying that.

I stumbled to the side, throwing a glare in the person's direction, seeing that it was a man snatching his luggage away from the machine, pushing everyone aside as he muttered the same phrase continuously.

What's the point of even saying it?

I huffed, walking back to the same spot where I was pushed from, my eyes darting around the airport quickly before glancing back to spot my luggage on the machine.

The spacious airport was not as crowded as I expected it to be. The floors were carpeted in dark red, with white-coloured squares, triangles and circles appearing haphazardly on the carpet. All the sliding doors and windows were made of transparent glass, not a hint of any dirty spots on them, and there were a few white doors around the area, closed off from the public. The white walls extended all the way to the roof, which was also painted in white.

The roof was decorated with simple lighting that shone down on the whole airport, bathing the it in a warm light. There were different shops that ranged from souvenirs, clothes, cosmetics and many more.

Come on, come on...

My dark brown eyes lit up in relief when my eyes landed on a bright orange luggage. Dashing forward, I grabbed my luggage and hurriedly walked away, trying my best to ignore the bewildered glances people were giving me; along with some amused ones.

The reason for those looks was probably because of the condition of my luggage. Instead of seeing a neat zipped line, there was a tape around the whole zip and you are wondering why is it taped up instead of zipped up?

It's simply because how amazing I am.

I was visiting my relatives in Singapore, which is the country I was born and lived in till I was thirteen years old, before my parents decided to shift to here.

The most peaceful city in the world, Serenity.

I travelled without my parents this time back to Singapore, since they could not afford any time to visit our family members; due to having a hectic work life in Serenity.

Thus, I expected my amazing skills to show itself and well, it really did.

I was staying in a hotel, due to the lack of rooms in my relative's house and agreed to meet them at this certain timing.

Of course, things didn't go as planned.

In the life of Jean Saunders, things won't ever go according to what I've planned in my mind.

I woke up late, clumsily reaching for my phone and checked the time, realising that I was an hour late to meet them.

Now, my older relatives and grandparents don't appreciate tardiness so I had no other choice than to rush for time.

"Oh crap!" I exclaimed loudly, fumbling around and struggling to get out of bed, only to fall ungracefully onto the floor, since I slipped on the cozy blanket. It didn't end with that either, my hand which was holding onto my phone at the bedside table followed my movement and the phone decided to take a blissful dive, landing on the back of my head.

I groaned softly, proceeding to yelp in pain a few seconds later as I squeezed my eyes close. Sitting up, I blew my black hair out my face, utterly frustrated at the horrible morning I was experiencing. Grabbing my phone, I narrowed my eyes at it, pushing my hair away from my face.

"Is this how you want to treat me, huh? Not sounding the alarm and hitting me at the back of my head, I swear-" I grumbled and unlocked my phone, my irritated look immediately transforming into an impassive look as I let out a miserable sigh.

"Of course." I scoffed, noticing that the time the alarm was set to sound was at 8 PM instead of AM.

"Just great, Jean! Oh boy, I wonder what other adventures are waiting for me out there? Oh the-" I said sarcastically, standing up and walking forward, forgetting that I was still wrapped around the blanket, instantly tripping. I fell forward, flailing my arms, which proved to be futile as I planted a big, fat kiss on the floor.

"...joy..." I winced out, both from pain and annoyance.

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Let's just say I arrived there another hour later, staring into the sullen faces of everyone there; mostly the older relatives, my younger relatives were snickering furtively at my suffering.

My straight, black hair that reached near my waist was sticking out in every direction, since I kept running my hand through it.

My eyes were wide with a crazed look, and it seemed scarier than normal as I had slightly bigger eyes than most of my relatives, due to my natural double eyelids.

The light make-up that I wore had slightly worn off, showing my slightly blemished face that were mostly pimple scars from my previous years; I was already twenty-one years old now.

My body aches a little from my sprinting, despite me being slim; I hadn't exercised in a while. Also, since I am naturally short, my legs were short too and my fair-skin turning a little pale due to all the sprinting I did, especially my face.

Summing it all up, I looked even more horrible than what I looked like curled up on my couch, wearing oversized shirts and pants, with a messy bun accompanied by my stuffed cheeks, filled with food, and maybe a little tummy fat just sticking out.

Moreover, when I arrived back at my hotel room, I discovered that there was something else to add on to the dreadful day.

376.

Click.

"...it's not unlocking..." I whispered to myself.

It's okay, Jean, try again.

That's what I did, again and again and again.

...and again...

I smacked myself in the face after that, knowing that I must have sealed my luggage with the wrong number code. Furthermore, the lock didn't have any keyhole, hence, there's no other way I can unlock it other than the correct number code.

"I'm making life harder on myself, aren't I?" I growled out, scouring around for my handbag.

I didn't have much time to buy any luggage neither did I have the time to do trail and error, so, I had to resort to the old-fashioned way.

Using the almighty pen to break the zip open and the almighty tape to seal the opening.

There you have it.

That basically tells you how I live my everyday life.

Yes, I know, it's very exciting.

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Ignoring the puzzled stares of everyone, I headed for the entrance of airport, wanting to grab a taxi and hurry home. While walking through the throng, I listened into their conversation, a soft smile on my face. A warmth feeling enveloping me as I realised that I am finally back at my second home, stopping in my tracks to let the feeling sink in.

How I have missed this city...

"Hachabulshki!" Someone said, his voice sounding like a young child.

...what the...heck...?

I held a perplexed look on my face as I slowly glanced around, finding the source of the weird gibberish word.

Did I just-

"AHHHHCHAPAA!!" Another different voice exclaimed behind me, making me jump and I squeaked, spinning around instantly.

I found two young children behind me, pointing an object at each other as they circled around each other, a dangerous glint in their eyes. Their objects resembled something peculiar, as if they were imagining themselves to the mighty warriors and wizards of the medieval times in those fantasy novels or films.

I remember doing that with my cousins when I was younger, I even played the role of a princess by wrapping a blanket around myself, thinking it was a gown and acting regal.

...only that I fell down to the floor a few moments later when I stepped onto another blanket that my cousin was using it to act as a princess too.

It was the only human domino I experienced in my life, not that I would want to ever experience it again.

Ever.

A woman in her forties hastily ran towards my direction, offering me a sheepish expression as she dragged both of them away as they continued spouting gibberish words at one another.

I snickered at them, holding in my laughter, not wanting to attract any attention to myself and I continued strolling to the entrance of the airport. There were a few decorations in the airport, since Christmas was in a month. There was an enormous Christmas tree in the middle of the airport, with intricately designed bells hung onto parts of the tree, along with a bright star placed on the top of the tree, shining proudly; a long string of gold ribbon neatly wrapped around the tree accompanied by the presents that came in various sizes occupying the bottom of the tree.

"Look, mummy! That car!" Another child walked past me, holding onto his parents' hand at each side as he pointed towards something.

"Yes, sweetie?" The mother asked, glancing at the direction her child was pointing to, revealing it to be a car that was parked outside the entrance of the airport, the bottom half of the car was adorned with grass as someone stood behind, unloading the trunk.

"It must have played in the grass, like this!"

The young child stated animatedly, pulling his hand out from his mother's grip and spinning his hands around like a maniac, making some strange sounds with his mouth too.

His mother just gave her child an amused expression while the father guffawed at his child's amusing imagination. Meanwhile, I burst out laughing, my whole body shaking with mirth, the image of the car spinning and jumping around wildly in the grass like an excited toddler stuck in my mind.

Yes.

How I have missed this city...

Feeling a little more positive about the day ahead, I continued my journey towards the airport entrance, the automatic sliding door opening as I neared it.

I felt a breeze blow by, making my hair flutter around and I ignored it, seeing an available taxi as a woman exited it, her hand resting on the door handle as she prepared to close it.

"Tax--behh!" I hollered, only for the wind to go against me as it blew even stronger, my hair going into my opened mouth and I felt an odd texture touching my tongue, the saliva causing my hair to stick onto my tongue.

I spat my hair back out, making a disgusted face as I watched the taxi drive off, my expression transforming into a pout. I glanced up at the clear, blue sky, squinting at the radiant sun and I immediately turned away, blinking rapidly.

It was late in the afternoon and the weather was much cooler here, compared to Singapore. Every single year I went back to visit my relatives, the temperature only increases.

Flipping my hair away in annoyance, I glanced towards the taxi queue at the far end of the entrance, my eyes widening at the lengthy queue and I shook my head.

No way, I'm definitely not taking that.

Digging my phone out from my pocket, I called my mother, hoping she was free, since my father was hardly free. My mother worked as an author while my father worked for some famous business company.

"Jean, are you finally back?" My mother's cheery voice greeted me and I was glad I didn't call at the wrong timing.

Trust me, calling her while she is focused on writing would end in an unpleasant conversation.

"Yes, mum. I need a lift back home, I'm tired." I heaved an exhausted sigh and I knew she was rolling her eyes at my lethargic response.

"Take a taxi then."

"But the queue is way too long!"

"No."

"But mum..."

I heard my mother chuckling at my whining and she eventually agreed to fetch me back.

"Alright, alright. I'll be there in 20, don't hurt yourself and just stay still!" She warned me and I rolled my eyes at her comment.

"Mum, I may be clumsy, but I'm not that clumsy."

"Jean, I'm your mother and I've seen how extraordinary you can be." My mother stated nonchalantly.

"...okay, fine. Love you, mum." I thought of retorting but I knew she was right anyway.

"You too."

Hanging up the call, I walked back to the entrance and stood a few meters away from the door, leaning against the circular stark white pillar, placing my luggage beside me. I unlocked my phone, deciding to browse the internet, until I heard a deafening crash behind me, causing me to yelp in shock.

I spun around, covering my mouth as I darted around discreetly to see if anyone heard my embarrassing yelp. However, the sight in front of me made my hand drop from my mouth as it laid limply at my side, utterly flabbergasted at what I saw.

There was a man standing in the middle of the airport, opening his mouth and speaking to the crowd in an authoritative manner but they only stared at him quizzically, along with me. That was because he was dressed in spandex, his outfit was a mixture of light green and bright orange that covered his whole body, along with a cloth that was light green in colour tied around his eyes, with two holes cut into it that were meant for his eyes to observe his surroundings.

It hugged his body tightly and his body didn't look that impressive either, it wasn't too muscly or skinny.

A man in spandex?

Seriously?

Is there some sort of festival today?

Still in a bewildered state, I tilted my head, trying to understand the situation as I continued inspecting the strange man, looking around the airport, noticing a large broken window.

He's even breaking the window!

The poor window.

Suddenly, his head snapped to my direction and he narrowed his eyes at me while I blinked at him in response. A second later, he dissipated into the air and I widened my eyes, gasping silently.

What the...hell...?

I glanced around, wondering whether I was the only one that saw that. Apparently, I wasn't the only one, everyone who witnessed it were all astonished by the...disappearing man too.

Did I just see that?

"Hm, nice magic trick." I muttered to myself, a look of awe on my face.

That must be his reason for dressing in such a ridiculous outfit.

He must be a magician.

"Well, at least that magic show killed...a minute of my time." I unlocked my phone, noting the time on my phone clock and shrugging.

However, I saw something appearing out of nowhere from the corner of my eyes and I turned my head curiously, letting out a horrified scream. The same magician appeared beside me, wrapping an arm around my neck and his muscular arm tightening around it but not tight enough to restrict my airway.

"Oh my god, hey-" I spoke, my hands on the magician's arm when my words were abruptly cut off by a strange sensation overwhelming my body.

I felt something pulling at a part of my body and half of my body started to stretch, before feeling the rest of my body being pulled together by an unknown force. I proceeded to feel a pressure squeezing me so tightly, it was similar to the time where I tried to fit into the tiny box when I was younger.

I know, I did quite a few strange things when I was young.

The pain was excruciating at first, but then, the next moment I felt completely queasy, my vision being blinded by an endless abyss of darkness. A few agonizing seconds later, I appeared back inside the airport, his hand still wrapped around my neck and I panted heavily, my vision spinning. Gradually recovering, I noticed my luggage remaining at the wall I was at a few seconds ago.

Holy crap.

My mind swirled with thoughts as I tried to comprehend the situation, knowing that I just...teleported.

How is this even possible?

I definitely knew it wasn't me, leading me to the conclusion that the mysterious man was the one responsible for it.

"Are you a magician?" I questioned excitedly, only for my enthusiasm to be interrupted when I heard something click, feeling an object; cold and hard, pressing against the side of my head.

A gun.

Everyone's faces in the crowd showed utter horror as they stepped back, parents hiding their child behind their backs and I glimpsed around nervously, seeing the frightened expression on all of their faces.

Why do they look so scared?

Isn't he supposed to be a magician?

"I'm pretty sure a magician doesn't do magic tricks with a real gun." I mused.

Especially not a magician dressed in spandex.

This guy must really be desperate for attention, or maybe even money.

"Shut up, woman! I'm not a magician and you make fun of my outfit, one more time..." He threatened menacingly.

Oh my god! How did he know that I was making fun of him? Can he read minds?

...wait, did he just threaten me?

He must really be focused on this show, along with the audience.

Wait a minute, he can-

"How stupid can you be?" The man growled out, lifting the gun up into the air and firing it. I squeaked, covering my ears at the resounding gunshot and screams emerged from the crowd, a chill travelling down my spine when I knew that this wasn't some sort of magic trick, especially after seeing the blank bullets on the floor.

Oh, shit.

It's a real gun and he's not doing some tricks with it.

"Give me an airplane! If not I'll simply shoot this woman here, followed by every single one of you!" The man roared at the crowd and I gulped nervously, whimpering softly when he pressed it further to my head. I noticed that there were some brave people trying to sneak to the entrance of the airport and I bit on my lip, praying for both me and their safety.

It's a real hostage situation.

Within seconds, he teleported around them, firing three shots into the air and I watched in fright at him dissipating into the air, only to appear a second later at the other corner. My eyes stared at him in disbelief, expecting myself to wake up from this dream anytime now as I pinched myself.

Ow, okay, Jean.

This is real, Jean, this is goddamned real.

I inhaled in a shaky breath, seeing him teleport to the other corner and firing loudly into the air, ensuring that no hostages escaped from here.

Oh my god.

This is impossible.

It's a hostage situation with a...teleporting man...

I took a shaky step back and unfortunately, a second later, he was back at my side again and now, everyone in the crowd was laying on the ground, trembling in fear while he resumed his previous position. I tensed up as he placed the gun beside my head again, but this time, he decided not to grip me by my neck.

I raised my hands up in surrender, my entire body trembling violently and my mind was completely blank.

"Don't play games with me, I can kill you in a second." The man growled out in a gruff voice and I finally understood the predicament I was in.

You know how I was saying how my lovely city of mine was the most peaceful city in the world?

I might have lied about it.

Just then, I sensed something from above and I directed my eyes to the side, squinting my eyes at the bright sunlight that streamed through the broken window. From far, I could see something in the distance and it eventually grew bigger and bigger, revealing a black figure swinging down from nowhere; through the broken window. He landed gracefully on the floor as I moved my head shakily to his direction, including everyone else and the teleporting man behind me.

Oh christ.

What now?

The figure stood up and it was a man dressed in all black, a hoodie enshrouding his whole body including a black pants, and his face was hidden by a metallic mask that resembled a skull. The mask that he worn only exposed his eyes, by a pair of transparent lenses and I found myself looking into the man's eyes, my breath hitching.

His eyes captivated me, they were both of a different colour, his right was a hazel-coloured; his left was blue-coloured, like the ocean.

What the...heck?

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