To Sully's surprise and satisfaction, Zeta House wasn't a disappointment. Nate was alright for a Resident Advisor. The green-haired boy seemed like the type of chill guy who wouldn't freak out if he bent the rules a little. Finn had some banter and of course, was an in man with the ladies. And Jet had one sweet looking gaming set-up. Hopefully, he had some split-screen games that they could compete in. Sully could already see himself beating the other boy on that crisp, 4k HD monitor of his. Eventually, Nate excused himself to do that something in town he mentioned earlier. Sully took the chance to bounce as well, bidding farewell to his new crib for the moment. He glanced at his watch, noting that he had a good amount of time to kill. He smiled at his fortune. Lovely. He could already hear the asphalt calling his name.
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When the night struck Dyna City, the whole place underwent a metamorphosis. Blue skies were replaced with a starry night, and everything in sight unanimously agreed to kick the neon into overdrive. There was a good chance you'd be able to pinpoint Dyna City from orbit with how everything shimmered and glowed. Every street corner, building entrance and overhead stoplight had their colors enhanced. And if traversing the area on foot was an amazing experience, imagine how everything looked when riding at high speeds. Sully was back on his bike, zipping through the streets without a care in the world. The bright city lights blended and blurred together, as if he was riding through a kaleidoscope. Cars honked in complaint as the young man danced around them atop his smaller vehicle, squeezing between cars and refusing to pick a singular lane to stay in. The city was his playground, it just didn't know it yet.
Skirting to a stop in front of a stoplight, Sully's turned his helmet-covered head towards a source of noise to his left. A particularly grumpy driver had opened his window, furious words spewing from his mouth. Unbothered, Sully gave the man a two finger salute before cutting him off from anymore of his attention. Then, a familiar jazz ringtone reverberated in his helmet. Nestled in a holder between the handlebars of Sully's motorbike was his phone, which was displaying an image of his mother, along with a green and red button. Reluctantly, Sully reached for the phone and hit the green button, briefly closing his eyes while bracing himself for impact.
"Solomon Rawaya Price, I have been trying to reach you for the past two hours! Where have you been?!" Nicole Price demanded, her emotionally charged voice bouncing around in his helmet. This was one of the few days he regretted having a helmet with Bluetooth.
"Mommy!" Sully began with a cheerful voice. If she was calling him by his full name, that meant she had to be fuming something fierce. Which is where calling her 'mommy' came in, it helped to temper her anger. "Heyyy, so sorry! I was in a meeting with my Resident Advisor! Boy, does that guy love to gab!"
"Does it really take that long to get settled into a dorm?" She countered, refusing believe his ploy. At the very least, she wasn't yelling anymore. "You were supposed to be here by now, your father is home. We were going to have dinner together."
Sully pursed his lips, fully aware of the plan his mom had set. But there were certain elements he wanted to avoid back home. Namely, his father.
"I grabbed a bite at Wok n' Roll after the meeting and completely forgot about dinner at home. My bad,"Sully offered flatly. That should cover that.
"I know you didn't forget about dinner, because you don't play around when it comes to food. Especially since I told you we were getting Indian!"
Or not. A sigh came from the other end. "I know you two have been on the outs, dear. But you need to talk it out and come to an understanding. It's what men do."
The stoplight went from red to green and Sully pressed on with the quickness. "Right, yeah. Is he still home?"
His mom's voice rose just a little in hopeful enthusiasm. "He is, but he has practice early in the morning tomorrow, so please hurry back home."
The road spread out around him like a sea of gray with white lines. No traffic in sight. "I'll try my best, but I'm not gonna lie mom, traffic is picking up. Everyone's starting to come home from work."
"Understandable. Just do your best, alright?"
"Right. See you soon," Sully chose as his farewell before ending the call. Yeah, right. He may not be seeing eye to eye with the old man, but there would be zero backing down on his end. Locking back onto his joyride, Sully picked up speed as he entered the commercial district of Dyna City. Breezing past plazas and mini-malls, he began to enter a phenomenon he liked to call 'The Zone'. 100% confidence in every move, every twitch, gracefully lane-splitting and dodging obstacles. It felt like nothing could go wrong.
Until it did.
From out of nowhere, a bolt of electricity dropped down from the violet-colored heavens and hit the car in front of him. It took fast hands and quite a bit of steadiness to slow down and avoid hitting the skittering sedan in front of him. Thankfully, he was so far ahead of the nearest car behind him that he could make an emergency stop in the middle of the road without immediate danger. One leg out to hold the bike steady, Sully's panicked eyes darted to the sky above as a large, bright object soared above him. Additional bolts of lightning indicated that it was the source of the problem ahead of him. But even more shocking, it looked like the unidentified flying object was trailing things behind it. Wait, is that another car up there?! Oh hell no, time to distance myself from all this sh--. In a total juxtaposition from the usual devil may care daredevil's persona, his heart skipped a beat as he began to feel the front of his bike lift off the ground. Leaning forwards and putting all of his weight on his arms, Sully managed to ground the front wheel once more and hit the gas, accelerating once more and past the now airborne electroshocked vehicle. Before he could make a wide u-turn and get away from the flying object, he quickly learned that even pressing down on the motorbike was no longer enough in the face of anti-gravity. The bike lifted off the ground, Sully's hands and thighs clamping onto the motorbike for dear life. This was crazy, the whole thing was surreal, and it would have been exhilarating, if it was in his control. But Sully was ascending higher and higher, desperately wished he would wake up from this nightmare. Then, a flying garbage container arrived to do the exact opposite, swooping in and knocking the young man out cold.
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Sully emerged from his trauma-induced slumber with a loud gasp. He was laid up on the ground and rose up until he was at least leaning on his shoulders. His vision was obscured by his helmet, which was no longer tinting the world black. Trembling hands grabbed at the sides and yanked it off his head. To his immediate anger, the glass had been shattered and part of the helmet itself caved in. With a growl, he tossed the damaged gear to the side and put a hand to his forehead. The boy stumbled to his feet and looked around his surroundings. He was in a field, far away from the city he called home. And right beside him, a large, metallic...ship? What the what was going on here?!