It was 8:00 AM on a Saturday morning.
Jane went to check on Tim in his room, but he wasn't there.
At first, she frowned—confused.
Then worried.
She searched the entire house. Every room. Every corner.
"Tim?" she called.
No answer.
Her heart began to race. She grabbed her phone and called him.
No response.
That was enough.
She rushed out of the house, keys shaking in her hand, and jumped into her car.
Meanwhile, Tim sat alone by the creek.
Still.
Broken.
"What am I?" he muttered.
"Am I something formed by the devil? Then why the nightmares…?"
He clenched his fists.
"Or am I a blessing from God?"
His voice cracked.
"I need to know…"
Then—
Voices.
Familiar.
His father's voice.
"Tim…"
His eyes widened.
"What—?"
The voices grew louder, overlapping, echoing.
"TIM."
"STOP—!" he screamed.
His eyes flared—glowing a deep, burning orange.
His body locked.
Then—
He collapsed.
Tim opened his eyes.
Silence.
He was somewhere else.
A lab.
His father's old research lab.
Dust hung in the air. The smell of chemicals lingered.
A large blackboard stood ahead, covered in chalk—drawings of the human body, organs labeled, calculations scattered everywhere, chemical formulas scribbled across it.
Then—
A voice.
"Trust your own body."
Tim froze.
"Dad…?"
Suddenly, everything shifted.
Pulled—again.
Another place.
This one felt… familiar.
Tim looked around, then smiled faintly.
"This… this was the last thing I remember…"
His smile faded.
"I was with Dad… in his new truck-car… we were going to—"
He stopped.
"…why can't I remember?"
He saw it.
Himself.
Smiling.
Getting into the strange hybrid vehicle.
His mother stood outside, waving.
Tim (younger) turned off his phone.
Dr. Sylvester grinned.
"Ready for an awesome road trip?"
"I was born ready!" Tim shouted.
They laughed.
Sang.
For a moment—
Everything was normal.
Then—
A shadow passed over them.
Tim looked up.
A massive, elongated helicopter roared above them.
Too close.
Too aggressive.
It wasn't passing by.
It was hunting them.
Dr. Sylvester's expression changed instantly.
"Hold on."
The vehicle accelerated.
The helicopter followed.
Inside the steering wheel, Sylvester inserted a key.
Click.
The center split open, revealing a hidden interface—screens and controls lighting up.
He entered a four-digit code.
The vehicle responded.
Violently.
Two massive boosters emerged from the top.
Metal shifted.
Panels slid.
The truck-car began to transform—
Armor plating locked into place.
Mini-guns deployed along the sides.
The engine roared louder.
Faster.
Deadlier.
From the outside, it was a war machine.
Inside—it still looked almost normal.
Tim's eyes lit up.
"This is insane… this is so cool!"
Sylvester didn't smile.
"Tim. Listen carefully."
His voice was serious now.
"This is dangerous. Very dangerous."
Tim's excitement faded.
"Bad men are after us. And your 13th birthday…" he paused, tightening his grip, "…could get ugly."
Tim swallowed.
"I need you to go to the back. There are two escape pods. Get into one. Immediately."
Tim shook his head.
"No."
Sylvester glanced at him.
"I'm not a kid anymore. I'm staying."
Then—
Explosion.
The entire vehicle shook violently.
One booster—gone.
"DAMN IT!"
Another explosion—
The front tires were obliterated.
The vehicle lost control.
Another hit—
The truck-car flipped.
Metal screamed.
Everything crushed inward.
Tim's left leg—
CRACK.
He screamed.
"DAD!!!"
Sylvester fought to reach him, but—
Heat surged.
The system was failing.
Overheating.
Sylvester forced the door open and jumped out—
"STOP FIRING!" he shouted.
Then—
A missile.
Too fast.
Too close.
Impact.
The explosion sent him flying across the ground.
Silence.
The helicopter hovered briefly.
Then—
It left.
Assuming the job was done.
Rain began to fall.
Dr. Sylvester pushed himself up.
Barely.
His body trembled. Blood streamed from his nose. His clothes were torn and burned.
But he ran.
Limping.
Dragging himself back to the wreckage.
"Tim…"
He forced the door open.
And froze.
The interior had become a death trap.
The indestructible outer armor had turned the inside into a crushing chamber.
And Tim—
Was caught in it.
Bones had torn through skin.
Ribs exposed.
His leg mangled.
Burns layered inside open wounds.
His hands—peeled.
Crushed.
Broken.
Every inch of him destroyed.
Except—
His head.
His neck.
And his eyes.
Blinking.
Alive.
Barely.
Sylvester didn't scream.
Not yet.
He moved fast.
Precise.
He pulled out an advanced first aid kit and sprayed a strange liquid—it hardened like plaster, sealing wounds instantly.
He flipped a switch.
A signal was sent.
Within minutes—
A massive, high-tech ambulance truck arrived.
Silent.
Efficient.
It took everything.
Sylvester.
The wreck.
Tim.
Deep in the forest—
Sylvester stepped out.
He threw two rod-like devices to the ground.
They split open—glowing blue.
A frequency pulsed.
The mountain ahead—
Opened.
A massive circular door revealing darkness within.
Inside—
An elevator.
Descending.
Deep underground.
Into a white-and-blue facility.
Advanced.
Hidden.
Alive.
Tim's body was removed.
Separated.
Placed into a containment chamber—like an advanced refrigeration system.
Then—
Sylvester broke.
He screamed.
Cried.
Collapsed.
Elsewhere—
Jane collapsed too.
As if she felt it.
As if something inside her had shattered.
A week later—
Sylvester stood before her.
Exhausted.
Haunted.
"Jane…"
She looked at him weakly.
"I know you said no… to transferring Tim's brain into the android body I built."
Silence.
"But… I had a backup plan."
Jane's eyes narrowed.
"My best friend—Benjamin. He creates perfect clone organs for the government."
She stiffened.
"He owed me."
Sylvester continued.
"I replicated Tim's brain."
Jane's voice sharpened.
"You WHAT?"
"And the Black Skull… they're after me."
Jane sat up.
"Benjamin? The Black Skull? Are you insane?!"
Her voice shook.
"They're one of the most dangerous organizations on Earth. And Barron—he has entire governments behind him!"
She stared at him.
"What did you do?"
Sylvester lowered his voice.
"I outsmarted them."
A pause.
"And I stole something."
Jane's heart dropped.
"What…?"
Sylvester looked her dead in the eyes.
"Their most advanced creation."
A breath.
"…SKYFALL."
Silence.
Heavy.
Dangerous.
"The good news…" Sylvester continued, "….is that we will have two Tims."
Jane blinked.
"One will stay with you—the android."
He swallowed.
"The other… I will fix."
"They'll share memories. See through each other."
Jane said nothing.
"I'll tell the Black Skull his body failed… and I transferred his mind into a machine."
He exhaled.
"I just hope… it works."
Then—
Tim's eyes snapped open.
Night.
Cold air wrapped around him.
Tears streamed silently down his face as he pushed himself up, his body trembling.
Something felt… wrong.
Different.
Then—
A presence.
Behind him.
Still.
Watching.
Tim slowly turned.
There she stood.
Grey Owl.
Tall. Silent. Unmoving.
An axe rested against her shoulder, its blade catching faint light.
Her eyes were sharp—calculating.
Not hostile.
Not friendly.
Something worse.
Certain.
She tilted her head slightly, studying him.
Then, a faint smile appeared.
"Hello, Timothy…"
A pause.
"Nice to meet you."