Robbing a bank

As the morning sun cast its gentle rays through the hospital room window, Jagnar slowly stirred from his slumber, his hand still intertwined with Jean's. Reluctantly, he released his grip and rose from the chair, feeling tired.

Leaving Jean's room, Jagnar made his way to his room within the hospital. He changed into fresh clothes, the act serving as a symbolic transition from the realm of dreams to the realities that awaited him outside. With a renewed sense of purpose, he resolved to visit the academy, hoping to find answers to the bewildering absence of Xmen.

He didn't where he came to now and he was confused as to why it was happening.

Perplexed, Jagnar returned to the hospital, seeking solace in the solitude of the rooftop.

Sitting on the edge, his gaze fixated on the horizon, Jagnar contemplated the possibilities that lay before him. The notion of traversing into another universe seemed like a plausible explanation for the stark absence of the academy. Yet, uncertainty clouded his thoughts as he grappled with the notion of which universe he had entered.

Realizing that dwelling on the unknown would yield no immediate answers, Jagnar decided to embrace the present moment.

He allowed himself a brief respite, running and exploring his newfound abilities. With each stride, he discovered the extent of his powers—superhuman strength, heightened senses, and laser-like vision reminiscent of the legendary Superman. A few days passed after the discovery of his newfound powers.

One day, elevating himself to the rooftop, Jagnar prepared to take flight, relishing the sensation of freedom that coursed through his veins.

He stood atop the roof and slowly bent his body down, The dust around him slowly rose in the air as his knee touched the ground. Then he thrust himself into the air, flying at lightning speed.

As he propelled himself upward, a trail of dust danced in his wake. He soared higher and higher, piercing the clouds and cutting the air, all while leaving a trail.

He flew until the vastness of space enveloped him, the twinkling stars serving as witnesses to his ascension.

In the ethereal stillness of the space, Jagnar found himself drawn to the radiant embrace of the sun.

Closing his eyes, he basked in its luminous warmth, feeling an exhilarating surge of energy infuse his being. A sense of invincibility washed over him as he embraced his newfound abilities.

With a mischievous smile curling on his lips, Jagnar plunged back towards the Earth, streaking through the atmosphere at breathtaking speed. The friction of the air ignited his clothes, and he chuckled wryly as he realized his impromptu naked flight. Undeterred, he descended gracefully and swiftly made his way to a clothing store.

In the privacy of the dressing room, Jagnar swiftly donned a fresh set of clothes, his mind racing with thoughts of the predicament he now faced. The realization struck him like a lightning bolt—money. He had none. Peeking out from behind the curtain, he swiftly vanished from the store, acutely aware of the moral dilemma he faced.

Returning to the familiar confines of the hospital, Jagnar made his way back to Jean's room, seeking solace.

It was there that the nurse entered, her presence a reminder of the practical matters that demanded attention.

She approached Jagnar, her voice filled with concern as she informed him of the mounting hospital bill, a staggering amount of ten thousand dollars. The weight of the financial burden pressed upon him, amplifying the already complex web of emotions he grappled with.

With a determined nod, Jagnar assured the nurse that he would find a way to settle the bill by tomorrow. As she left the room, he remained by Jean's side, his thoughts consumed by a pressing need to find a solution. Deep in contemplation, he pondered his options, knowing that time was of the essence.

Jagnar got the idea to use his superpowers to get money, so he decided to rob a special kind of bank. This bank was different because it made money instead of just storing it. He looked up the location of this bank in another city and decided to pay it a visit. At that time, that was all he could think of. 

When night fell, Jagnar quietly entered the bank, making sure to disable the security systems. Using his special vision, he located the vault where they kept the freshly printed money. There were about ten boxes filled with cash. As he saw the piles of money, his mind started to come up with plans for what he could do with them.

Jagnar made up his mind to take all the money. He plucked out the vault door and gently placed it on the ground. Then, he gathered up all the boxes, though he wasn't exactly sure how much money was inside. With his incredible speed, he swiftly exited the bank and arranged for a vehicle to transport all the boxes at once. In just a couple of minutes, he had loaded the boxes into the van.

After securing the stolen money, Jagnar took a moment to catch his breath and think about what he had done. He felt a mix of excitement and guilt, knowing that he had taken something that didn't belong to him.

As Jagnar unloaded the boxes of freshly printed money from the van, he couldn't help but feel a mix of excitement and apprehension. The weight of his actions began to settle on his shoulders, but the allure of the stolen things was hard to resist.