Dark Matter

by Ziggy Zeigler

-Present Day-

  *Back of Airship 119 5:45pm*

  “You’re not very talkative are you?” Jackson said to Wyatt who still sat there eyeing the bag. “Dean, who is this other man?”

  “Don’t answer him, Dean,” Wyatt said without looking away from Jackson.

  “Oh and why not?” Jackson asked getting closer to Wyatt.

  “It doesn’t involve you,” Wyatt hissed.

  “Sounds like its a personal matter, did this man hurt you in someway?” Jackson said.

  Wyatt went quiet. He only glared at Jackson angrily.

  “I heard that daddy dearest died a couple of days ago. I saw that he was a brilliant man. We broke into his lab.”

  “How dare you! That’s private!” Dean yelled angrily.

  “He had super enhanced weapons without telling the government, boy!” Jackson barked at Dean making Dean quiver. “He has no privacy.” Jackson turned back to Wyatt now angry. “I’ll ask one more time, tell me about this man.”

  “He killed our father,” Wyatt spat out.

  -Four Days Ago-

  *Government Facility 1:30pm*

  “Professor Theamax?” A man in an army uniform entered a laboratory where a bald man in a white lab coat turned around and smiled.

  “General Jackson! How are you this evening?” Theamax exclaimed.

  “I’m doing well, I’ve brought you something,” Jackson said smiling.

  “What is it this time? You know the things the government brings me becomes very useless after awhile,” the professor said laughing.

  “You really need to get outside more. Some form of astroid landed not to far from here and we have brought it to you.”

  The professor looked at Jackson as if he was bluffing but the face on Jackson never flinched. “Well bring it in then.”

  Jackson whistled behind him and two men wearing protective gear brought the glowing rock into the lab and set it on the table.

  “This is so magnificent!” the professor exclaimed. “It’s a form of Dark Matter.”

  “Be sure to wear protective gear when handling that. We don’t know what it is capable of.” Jackson said as he left the room.

  Professor Theamax observed the rock with such size of scopes. He twirled it in his gloved hands. The rock was the size of three bowling balls but weighed like a golf ball. He sat it down and wondered to himself. He slowly took of the gloves and placed his hand on the rock. Energy began flowing through him like a massive tornado. He pulled away in fear and agony. He stood there looking at the rock. He began to feel a strange hunger for it. Like he needed to feed on it. He grabbed onto the rock again and felt the rage throughout his body. He hugged it to become closer with him. The rock began to slowly enter inside his body. The professor screamed in agony. Soon the rock was gone. The Professor stood there. His veins were pumping with dark blood. So dark you could see it past the skin.

  A man entered the laboratory.

  “Professor! I heard screaming is everything alright?”

  Theamax turned around to frighten the man. The man couldn’t move or run he was frozen. The professor put his palm against the mans head and sizzled his skin away. The body fell to the floor and the professor left the building.

  A few hours have past and the professor was sitting in an alleyway covered in ripped clothing. He was rocking back and forth muttering to himself, “I need the rest, where is it?”

  A man came up to him slowly. “Hey fella are you alright?”

  The professor looked up at him and saw a dark aura around the mans body.

  “What’s your name?” Theamax asked.

  “The names Knewman, Jack Knewman.”

  The professor thrusted his hand forward throwing Jack with his mind against the wall. Jack was frozen against the wall, couldn’t move, couldn’t even speak.

  “You have Dark Matter, but not in you, in your blood line. I must find it. Where is it?!” The professor grew angry and accidentally snapped the mans neck. He fell to the ground lifeless. The professor snickered and began to walk away.

  -Present-

  *Back of Airship 119 5:50pm*

  “So, you’re going to kill a man using your new talents and weaponry?” Jackson said. “That seems a bit unfair.”

  “You don’t know this man, he’s more powerful than my brother. He is the one that stole the Dark Matter from your lab.” Dean said silently hoping to not get yelled at again.

  “I still don’t believe you. But if I did, how are you planning on defeating him? He took the entire thing, how much of the energy did you absorb?”

  “If I had stole it and absorbed all it’s energy do you really think I’d be handcuffed and haven’t escaped yet?” Wyatt said smirking. “This energy gives you the abilities to do anything. For instance right now,” Wyatt brought his hands around his back and twirled his handcuffs around his finger, “I unlocked these several minutes ago with my mind, and nobody noticed.”

  “Interesting,” Jackson said interested, “But how much of your powers do you have under control?”

  -Four Days Ago-

  *Wyatt’s Room 7:45pm*

  “Hey Dean! Come check this out!” Wyatt yelled across the house.

  As soon as Dean opened the door Wyatt reached out towards a can of pop across the room. The can flew in midair directly into Wyatt’s reaching hand. He looked toward Dean who had his mouth dropped.

  “Pretty cool right?”

  “Not that, I’m not surprised with that. You have some form of energy around your body.” Dean said.

  Wyatt looked at himself but couldn’t see anything. “What is it?”

  “It looks like dark flames emitting from your body a few meters out in every direction.”

  “How can you see that?” Wyatt asked.

  “I think I must have been affected by the rock but not as bad as you since I didn’t touch it.”

  The doorbell rang and both the boys answered it. There were two cops at the door. One was looking out toward the field and the other looked sincere at the boys.

  “I’m sorry boys, it’s your father,” the cop said.

  -Present Day-

  *Back of Airship 119 5:55pm*

  Wyatt didn’t answer.

  “So not very well I presume?” Jackson answered himself.

  “With that suit it’s a lot easier. I can control it better,” Wyatt said pointing at the bag.

  “How did you get a full metal suit in a backpack?” Jackson asked confused.

  “I was affected by the rock as well. Not as much as my brother but mentally it made me a lot smarter. Smarter than my dad even,” Dean answered.

  “You two are just a handful aren’t you?” Jackson laughed sitting back. “Have you even tried it out yet? See if it works? How do you even know it makes you stronger?”

  “Dean says that my energy is scattered meters away from me, the suit will trap it closer to me enabling me to use it more efficiently, concentrating on it easier.” Wyatt answered.

  “Have you tried it yet?” Jackson repeated.

  “No,” Wyatt said quietly.

  “So how do you know it’ll work against this guy?” Jackson asked.

  “It’s the only best shot we got, look General we don’t have much time, it’s going to start soon!” Wyatt said loudly.

  “What’s going to start soon?”

  -One Day Earlier-

  *Wyatt’s Room 7:30am*

  Dean opened the door to Wyatt’s room to grab him for school. Wyatt sat sitting on his bed. He floated several feet above the bed though. His veins were dark black easily being seen from his skin. Every small object was also floating a few feet from where they sat.

  “Wyatt?” Dean whispered. Wyatt didn’t move. “Wyatt? Are you okay?”

  Wyatt shook his head abruptly and everything fell including him. His veins went back to normal and he breathed heavily. He looked up at Dean, “What happened?”

  “Nothi
ng, are you okay?” Dean asked.

  “Yeah, I’m fine,” Wyatt said looking at the clock, “We got to go.”

 

  Wyatt was walking down the hall and was being pestered by an old bully of his. He turned around, “Shut up,” he muttered.

  “Oh, big tough guy, where did you learn that from daddy? He couldn’t stand up for himself could he?”

  Wyatt stopped in his tracks, his veins went black and evil. He turned around quickly and thrusted his palm at the bully. The bully flew fifty meters down the wall and Wyatt didn’t even touch him.

  Wyatt got home after a long day at school. Rumors going around that he was on steroids and a talk with the principle. Wyatt crawled into bed and fell asleep instantly.

  “Hello there,” a creepy voice echoed inside his head.

  “Whose there?” Wyatt called out.

  “Oh, we are like brothers but yet are not,” the voice said.

  “What do you want?” Wyatt asked about.

  “I want you’re dark matter. I have absorbed the rest of the rock and am coming for you. If you do not meet me downtown at six o’clock tonight this town will suffer.”

  Wyatt woke with a start and ran to tell Dean about it.

  “You need to stand against him,” Dean said.

  “How? I don’t know how to work my powers and he knows how and has so much power.” Wyatt replied.

  Dean thought for a moment. “I think I know how you can beat him,” Dean said.

  “How?”

  “The suit dad made,” Dean said smiling.

  “How would that help?”

  “The suit need energy to work. You are pure energy you can move it. The pure metal of the suit will lock in that energy that is emitting from you and will allow you to use it better than you can.”

  “Can you make the suit portable?” Wyatt said smiling.

  “Of course I can,” Dean smiled.

  -Present-

  *Back of Airship 119 6:00pm*

  “So he is going to whip out this town, right now?” Jackson asked.

  “He said he’d start at six,” Dean said.

  “Well, I don’t see anything happen-” Jackson began. The airship began to shake abruptly. “What was that?!”

  “Sir I got something on the camera,” a soldier said as he brought up a picture of a man in a lab coat.

  “That’s the professor!” Jackson said.

  “You know him?!” Wyatt grew angry.

  “Yeah, he was the one in charge of the Dark Matter,” Jackson explained.

  “You need to let me down there!” Wyatt said.

  “I think you’re right, but you are coming back!” Jackson said.

  “We’ll see about that,” Wyatt said taking the bag, “Open the back.”

  The door of the back of the plane opened and a bunch of air came in. The plane shook again and the bag fell out of Wyatt’s hand and slide out the door of the plane. Wyatt used his mind to grab everything in the room even the people. He thrusted himself forward, everybody was pushed toward the front of the plane and Wyatt flew out of the plane.

  Wyatt felt the air on his face fly by his face. He tried grabbing at the bag but missed. The ground began to come closer and closer. Wyatt pushed himself toward his bag but missed again.

  “Screw this!” Wyatt yelled and reached his hand out. The bag flew right to it. “How did Dean say this worked?” “Put it on backwards and put your fingers in the red circles.” Wyatt did as he said. Slid the bag on himself and put his fingers on red holes. The bag changed from being baggy into a metallic box. “And pull.” Wyatt than pulled his arms apart and and metal began to wrap around his arms. Metal flaps came from the bag and went to his toes. They began to wrap around his legs. The bag itself wrapped around his torso and went up his neck. Wyatt looked and saw the ground at the last moment. Metal engulfed his head and he could see and feel everything around him, the buildings, the people, even the air itself. He quickly caught his feet at the last minute. He landed making a large explosion of energy forcing cars away from him and glass breaking away at his landing.

  Wyatt stood straight up and moved every muscle in his body. He felt strong and amazing. He could feel the power flow through him with all the control in the world. He looked forward through the metal mask at the evil man that was half a thousand meters away, he could see this man clear as day, every aspect, and every detail.

  The man was smirking with evil.

  About The Author

  Trevor L. Zeigler was raised in South Dakota. He is happily married with one child. He is currently enrolled in Full Sail University getting his BFA in Creative Writing for Entertainment. He plans to move to Washington, DC by the end of the summer. He has many more projects in the books and plans to continue them once in DC.