Arriving to Country B, Bou Gala (1)

Thursday, 10th June 2049, 5:00 PM

Noah walked out from a private jet. The jet had just landed at an airport in country B. As he walked down the stairs he fixed his cufflink.

He stepped onto a red carpet set leading to a limousine.

Today was the day for the Bou Gala he had decided to attend. He had all his makeup and clothes done on the plane ride here.

He looked stunning as the maroon suit draped him. Underneath his exquisite jacket was a white shirt with most of its buttons undone except the bottom few revealing his sculpted chest. His shoes were made of the finest brown leather. Accessories were kept to a minimum, he had taken the watch and locket he normally wore off and left them in the plane. He would get them back in a few hours when he would be flying back.

The maroon suit juxtaposed his greyish light blue eyes which shone like tiny white dwarf stars. His steps were refined and powerful as he reached the limousine.

"Greetings Young Master Noah, I'll be taking you to the Gala today." The man waiting at the limousine said.

"It's been a while since I've last seen you, Sebastian, I'll be in your care."

Sebastian opened the door for Noah who sat in them closed it. He then walked to the front and started driving.

The limousine didn't move forward, instead, it hovered slowly above the ground. Then more thrusters appeared under it, as the wheels were recalled in, it slowly raised itself into the sky. Then started moving straight into the direction of the Museum where the Bou Gala was held.

Flying cars such as this were normally banned to be driven regularly. However, the government of country B had made today an exception.

Noah sitting inside the limousine looked out the window at the tall skyscrapers. Thinking of the events to come. He was going to strike at Chris Jhonson at the event.

He had already thought of his entire plan, he was going to make it quick then leave. Sebastian was the head butler and was one of the few most capable people who knew. He was here as a safety measure, as well as the fact that he was one of the few people who could pilot the flying limousine.

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At a museum in country B, hundreds of reports and photographers stood waiting for the next guest to arrive. The entire carpeted stairway for taking photographs had been emptied for them, they knew someone spectacular was coming.

Soon they were alerted that Noah Sinfero was arriving. They brought their camera's up ready to take as many photographs as they could.

All of them had his information memorised, a genius actor who took the world by storm by his looks and charming personality. From the diverse repetiteur of characters he played, each had been portrayed so well that they were all an audience favourite.

It was expected he would continue to rise even further, to rival legends in the field of acting but then things took a twist as he left. Even after he left, his popularity only rose further. It was now that he had completely disappeared and was slowly forgotten about.

They all wondered if this appearance was his announcement to return. They waited in excitement to see what show he would bring them tonight.

A limousine appeared in the sky. Seeing it the cameramen quickly took photos. This entrance already stole the show, it had only been a decade since flying cars could be bought by the public. Only the uber-rich could afford them.

This limousine however was something they hadn't seen before. Its new sleek design and the use of the never seen type of miniature thrusters, had them guessing what model and company it was from. They however knew it would probably cost more than a fighter jet.

The limousine lowered itself to the ground, sending winds out until completely settled on tires.

The door was opened and Noah stepped out. He looked almost the same as he entered, it was just that he now wore black gloves that stretched under his sleeves.

They looked at his feet feeling that something was odd. Noah brought his other foot out and stood up.

'Time to put on a show.' Noah thought as he walked forward. The theme was rebirth through fire and he was going to give them just that.

They finally knew what was wrong, he wasn't touching the ground. They were pulse shoes that had been changed to look just like normal shoes. Each step he took on the air was stable, to achieve this the shoes sent quick pulses from underneath it, pushing them up but making sure not to burn the carpet under it.

Noah ignored the photographers calling his name as he walked the stairs not touching the ground. They all chased after trying to get a good photo. He then stopped at the exact centre of the stairs.

He pulled out a silver metallic lighter, the same lighter he carried around with him everywhere. The one that was given to him by his grandfather.

He threw it up, clink, clunk, the metallic lighter opened and closed, in the air sending a crisp sound. Noah then caught in his hand as he opened it, rolling the wheel it sparked the fire and brought it to his left hand.

He waved it, letting the fire touch his skin and clothes, then closed it putting it away.

The fire spread over him almost instantly. It covered all of his skin and clothes. The fire didn't burn orange, but a mesmerizing cyan blue.

The photographers went crazy trying to take a photo. Each photo came out different. His maroon suit burning in blue flames changed colours to eventually turn black. His burning skin transformed as black ribbon marks formed on it going across from his entire body, but only the marks on his face and chest were visible.

Even his hair burned. Giving him an instant hair cut the fire burned off his hair in a controlled manner, it made sure not to hurt his roots. It shaved off parts to form a pattern that merged with the pattern on his skin.

From his back, two stubs of black foam started to form. The fire burned on it causing it to continue to expand until it formed what looked like distorted wings.

Noah struck a look at the cameras having done his transformation. With his picture taken he then walked up, every time he moved the wings of ash on his back shook and slowly disintegrated into the wind.

By the time he reached near the top, most of it had disappeared. Noah took a heavy step and turned back for a final photo. All of the dust came off at once.

The photographers were surprised by the photos they took. They showed the dust forming perfect wings as it came off from behind Noah. The flashes only stopped after he couldn't be seen anymore.

Inside, he turned the pulse shoes off and walked on the ground now. He found a place to wait while talking with other guests.

He greeted a few acquaintances and then talked with others. He acted as he normally did in such events.

Everyone soon arrived as they started dinner. Finding his assigned seat Noah sat down and started eating. He stopped halfway then got up.

He then walked out from the dining area to find the restroom.

It was time to start the actual plan.