Life was not meant for suffering, but only suffering could make a person grow.
Kevin S. Taylor.
May 28, 2013, Metropolis.
On the broad streets, cars and pedestrians had all come to a halt. Everyone stared blankly at the massive unidentified flying object hovering high above.
"No..."
Kevin stood among the crowd, staring numbly at the alien construct in the sky, with what looked like three enormous supports. Distant memories surged to the surface. "Damn it, why today?!"
Then, an airplane crashed into the massive steel monstrosity.
The next moment, an invisible gravitational wave swept through central Metropolis like a tsunami. Nearby cars, rubble, and even streetlights were bizarrely pulled into the air by antigravity before being smashed back down by multiplied gravity!
"Hey, James, where are you? Van Buren Street? Okay, I'm coming now... Fuck!!!"
Kevin narrowly dodged a private car falling from the sky, gritted his teeth, and kept charging forward. As he raced toward Van Buren Street, he roared into the phone, "Get away from Van Buren Street, James! Do you see that huge thing in the sky? Get as far away from it as possible! Hurry!!"
"We can't! We can't get out!"
A harsh electric crackle came through the phone, along with James's terrified gasping. "Kevin! We're under the Van Buren Street overpass! There are abandoned cars everywhere! We're trapped, and your mother, she..."
"Abandoned cars! Get Mom out of the car! Now!"
Thirteen-year-old Kevin raced against the fleeing crowd through the chaotic streets. He had always been physically fit; even the disorderly masses could not slow him down.
Soon, he finally reached the intersection of Van Buren Street. Turning toward the overpass, he quickly spotted his adoptive parents' car amid the huge cluster of abandoned vehicles beneath it!
"James!!"
Kevin shouted as he rushed