Volume 1: Learning to Crawl
Friday, 1:37pm.
Church of Our Lady Peace, NYC."When a crime goes unpunished, the world is unbalanced.
When a wrong is unavenged, the heavens look down on us in shame."
A quote from a mediocre film yet there is truth to it all the same.My father, Dr Takeshi Abe, is seated beside me. He is a handsome Japanese man with short black hair and graying stumble over his lip and upon his chin. He sits with his head bowed, his left hand holding on to my hand with a firm, and occasionally trembling grip. He is staring unblinking straight ahead, and it is difficult to tell if he is actually listening to the man speaking before us or if he is in his own world. His parents sit to his right. They quietly sit with their heads bowed in respect. To my left my other grandparents are seated, Papa and Nana Madison. Nana is holding my left hand as Papa hands her a handkerchief to wipe her tears and running nose. And, that seventeen year old girl sitting there in the center with tears flowing down her cheeks, short dark hair half curling toward her long slender neck, unable to lift her brown eyes to look anyone in the face.... that's me.My name is Aimi Abe. Despite my very Japanese name I was born here in the United States as my parents were before me. When I was a child I became very sick. My father who is a very accomplished neurologist and his colleagues were at a lost as to what was causing my body to slowly deteriorate. That is until a young medical student by the name of Gerald Drew introduced himself. It just so happened he knew of an experimental treatment that could possibly save my life. And, it did. It took some time, but after a while I was a completely healthy and extremely active girl. Though I am still very much hearing impaired it is a small price to pay to have an otherwise normal kind of life.Lately however something has changed. I'm different now. At first it was chalked up to conditioning after being a part of the school's basketball team for the last few years. But, now I don't know. I run so fast now. My jumping ability is crazy. I mean, not only did I dunk a ball during the last game, I nearly jumped over the net! I was in for the whole game and never got winded. And, two nights ago, I broke my bathroom sink. I was so upset that I hit the sink with both fists and the porcelain broke in half! My mother, Tamara Madison Abe, was a beautiful Caucasian woman. A natural brunette with creamy white that was oh so soft, and full pink lips that gave the most loving kisses. She graduated from the American University School of Communication with a journalism degree. When I was about three years old, my family moved to New York. As my father's career as a neurologist took off, my mother began her journalist career reporting for the local television news. Later, she would write for the New York Times, and just last year she wrote a very successful book. Now, five steps from where my family and I sit is the midnight blue steel casket in which lies my mother.And, it's all my fault.
Present Day.
Minutes After the Atlantean Attack.As soon as
Daniel Lee learned of the Atlantean attack he had to go the the battle site. Like his mother, Danika Hart, he was quite the snoop. And just like his father, Ganke, he was huge on superheroes. And, the boy just knew that superheroes would show up to save the day. He was right. (Un)Fortunately for Daniel, he had missed the entire fight. Of course, since she was unable to talk him out of going Aimi had to come with him to keep the boy out of trouble.
"That's gotta be Darkhawk!" he told Aimi, his wide eyes glued to the online footage of the battle. Aimi quickly opened the door to the cafe so her none observant friend would not smack into it. "Not sure who these other guys are. Footage is too blurry and shaky. That could be the Thing, but... I dunno."
Except for the small group at the counter, the cafe they had entered was basically a ghost town. To Aimi it made obvious sense being so close to the battlefield. NYPD had already set barricades blocking off the damaged parts of the city. Another disappointment as far as Daniel was concerned. Grabbing him by the sleeve, Aimi carefully guided her buddy to the line at the counter, and stopped him before he ran into one of the customers ahead of them. She hoped a good slice of apple pie would make the boy feel better... and shut him up for a few minutes.