One Fateful Day

Marie Renard was a normal 18 year old girl.

That is, until that one fateful day.

She woke up the same way as she always did in her one bedroom apartment. She had set out on her own very soon after completing her high school education and was now in college. She went to class, same as she always did before noticing a pen laying on the ground

The pen sat on the floor, lonely and abandoned. It was a cheap ball point pen that you could find anywhere, so no one else had paid the lost pen any mind.
It had probably fallen out of a college student's bag, but the student had many more with which to replace it.

The pen had rolled along the floor of the classroom, coming to a stop in front of the teacher's desk. Her teacher, Mr. Jay Q John, was not in his desk? Where was he, you ask?

He was many miles outside of town on a rock climbing exposition. At least, he was until he had the urge to look towards the sky. There in the distance, Prof. John saw a glimmer of light. A glimmer that was becoming steadily brighter and brighter
John watched as the ball of light came closer and closer, descending from the sky at an alarming rate and yet he could not bring his body to move. He could tell that whatever the ball was, it contained a lot of energy, energy that would surely cause him bodily harm should it come in contact with his flesh. He wasn't a physics professor for nothing.

But Prof. John just stood there, in awe of this strange phenomenon. He briefly wished that he could live long enough to examine this ball of light, but as he felt the air around him heat, he knew that he would soon be nothing more than a charred smudge on the ground.

Since Prof. John did not come to class within the first 15 minutes, everyone left, of course. Nobody really cared where the teacher was.

Marie decided to go get an early lunch at a nearby café since she had the time and along the way, she spotted something that caused her to forget about eating.

It was an ordinary tan Sedan, non-script in every way.

Well, except for the fact that it was currently stuck in a tree.

The people of the neighborhood all came out of their houses to look at the puzzling spectacle. No one could figure out how the Sedan had gotten into the tree.

You see, it wasn't lodged in the braches, which was not too weird with some of the crazy drivers on the road; it was literally stuck IN the tree. Half of the car was on one side, the other half on the other.

It was as if the car had somehow phased halfway through the tree before coming to a stop. Some of the more courageous onlookers walked up to the car and poked it with sticks before finally touching it with their hands.

They could see the trunk of the tree stuck somewhere between the front and back seat. There was no one in the front seat, no keys in the ignition. It was as if the tree just grew a car on its trunk, like some sort of odd tumor.

Marie finally came to the conclusion that it was some sort of publicity stunt and walked away. She was never one to speculate over the supernatural. Everything had an explanation in the world and it was usually the most obvious one. People that went off the wall with crazy theories were crack pots and quacks.

Meanwhile, a top a plateau many miles out of town stood a dark figure.

It was Prof. John, and yet it wasn't Prof. John. He sneered down at the town in the distance with distaste.

This was terrible weather for his rebirth.

It was a horribly sunny day with disgustingly fluffy clouds drifting along in the annoyingl gentle breeze. The infernal birds were chirping while those asinine squirrels chattered away. It was very much like the opening to some sappy Disney movie.

He snorted, turning his back on the town to survey what he had done with such terrifying silence on the other side of the plateau. He smirked to himself, knowing once and for all that no one would ever dare cross him again. Especially not those idiotic students of his with their moronic pranks.

One such prank was taking place just as the man who was Prof. John and not Prof. John marveled in his own magnificence.

"-So you want three tons of mayonnaise delivered to a Jay Q John?" The condiment supplier asked, still rather unsure what one person would want with that much mayonnaise.

"That's right. Three tons. Put it all on my card." Replied the voice on the phone in a crisp tone.

"All right, whatever you say." As soon as the supplier hung up, the group of frat boys all exploded in a fit of laughter. Little did they know that their mild-mannered teacher was no longer so mild-mannered.

The man that was Prof John and not Prof John was rather proud of himself.

There was a sort of stark beauty to the barren wasteland. The rust colored sand had a richness to it which contrasted rather nicely with the blackened branches of the few straggling trees. In the distance, sheer cliffs that at one point were gentle slopes rose out of the ground, daring anyone to come and brave their unforgiving slope.

Of course, he wasn't there to do any rock climbing, not anymore. He had far more interesting pursuits in mind.

Meanwhile, Marie had bought a sandwich from the café and was currently relaxing outside, enjoying the sunshine.

She had no idea that her life, and the life of everyone else in town, was about to change forever.

.......

Or at least for a really long time. People do tend to fall into the same habits.