Multiversal Crisis, The Alternate Universe, Part I

Multiversal Crisis, The Alternate Universe, Part I

Prologue

Prologue: 

In Los Angeles, on 478 Stanley Avenue, in the year 2054, a young married couple, Travis Jeremy Marksman and his Puerto Rican wife, Tina Francisca-Marksman, were asleep in their bed on a stormy night three exact years after the death of their two-day-old daughter, Tina Francisca Marksman II, by malicious poisoning. At about 12:45 in the morning after the third anniversary of their daughter's death, they woke up, hearing someone's footsteps on their doorstep and hearing the doorbell ring. When they opened their front door and looked at their door step, they saw a baby-basket with a baby boy, no older than two days, inside with two envelopes taped to the side of the basket. He was crying. Travis and Tina have been very distraught over their daughter's death. She had died just three years ago as of the previous day. The two-day-old boy cried even harder, more out of hunger than the need for comfort. The young married couple looked at the baby boy with pure sympathy and took him into their home. The next day, the couple went to court to sign the boy's adoption papers (he had come with his birth records, but no name), and signed the papers. They still haven't decided on a name.

The judge asked, “What would you like to name the boy, Mr. And Mrs. Marksman?"

“Can you give us one more minute, Your Honor?” Tina asked. “We're still deciding.”

The judge leaned back and said, “Take as long as you need.”

“Thank you.” Tina said gratefully. Then she turned back to her husband, Travis.

“So Travis, what should we name our new son?” Tina whispered to her husband.

“I don't know, hon.” Travis replied nervously. “What if he gets killed because of my family curse? What then?”

“Curses, curses, curses. You know I don't believe in superstitions!” Tina exclaimed quietly. “And as long as we're taking care of this baby, I won't let anything happen to our new son. And I'll need your help with that. Do you understand?”

“Calm down, honey, I get the point.” Travis said hastily. “Anyway, I was thinking of naming our son after me, like how we named our daughter after you.”

“I was thinking the same thing.” Tina replied. “So... after you sounds okay?”

“Yeah.” Travis said. “Sounds alright with me.”

“Okay.” Tina replied. Then she turned back to the judge. “Your Honor?”

“Yes, Mrs. Marksman?” The judge asked.

“We would like to name our son Travis Jeremy Marksman, Jr.” Tina said, looking tenderly at her new son.

“Okay, Travis Jeremy Marksman II it is.” The judge said, signing the papers after putting the baby's new name on the birth records. “Take good care of him, Mr. And Mrs. Marksman.”

“Thank you, Your Honor.” Tina said gratefully. Then Travis and Tina Francisca-Marksman took their newly adopted son home.

Seventeen years later...

Seventeen years later, Travis, Jr had grown into a very handsome and strong, very muscular young man. He was on the top of the Empire State Building, in New York City, overlooking what he considered the most beautiful city scenery in the entire US. While he was overlooking New York City, his cell phone started ring. He took it out of his pocket to see who it was. It was his mother. Travis, Jr flipped it open and answered it.

“Hello, Mum.” Travis greeted. He was talking in a British accent, for he had grown up in England.

“Hi, Travis.” His mother, Tina, greeted back. “Can you come home?”

“What for?” Travis asked his mom.

“Your father and I need to talk to you about something. It's about how we came to adopt you.” Tina's voice sounded worried. Travis didn't like his mother worried.

“Alright, Mum, I'll be their in a second using my Instant Transmission.” Travis replied. Then he hung up and put his phone back into his pocket. Then he put his middle and index fingers together and placed the two fingers on his forehead.

Alright, my place. Think about going to your place, Travis. Travis said to himself mentally. Then, all of a sudden, he disappeared in a blur. He had turned himself into a mass of light. In less than a microsecond, he had arrived home. Then he opened the door to his home and walked in. Travis saw his mother sitting on the couch, her head in her hands. While his father, on the other hand, was looking at a couple of old Polaroid pictures of someone. Travis, Jr came up to his parents.