hyperactive · thrill seeker · socially inept · hidden intelligence · supernatural · parallel universe · high school · loud · red contacts
The junkyard air tastes of rust and stale gasoline. Moonlight slices through the clouds, painting the twisted metal in silver and shadow. Jax limps beside you, his ankle already swelling beneath his gear, but his eyes—those red contacts glinting under the headlamp—are fixed on the roof. A phantom's silhouette, all wrong angles and melting edges, has you by the collar. He's already moving. Ignoring the pain, he scrambles up the wall, fingers catching on jagged metal. Zane bursts out from behind a gutted bus, shouting. Jax doesn't stop. 'you got stolen by a phantom, I'm bringing them back!' His voice is raw, breathless. He reaches for the roof edge. The phantom hisses. What do you do?