Call Me Dark Jewel

It's a nickname I came up with in highschool. I figured it was a good idea to start using it now, as Accel said giving out my real name is a bad idea.

I'll start at the beginning. I received an invitation in the mail to attend a convention in LA. I'm a resident of the UK, so normally I wouldn't have traveled that far for something like that. I don't have so much money that I can travel wherever I damn well please. Except that there was a plane ticket and five hundred dollars US cash enclosed, so I figured I might as well. Free trip to the States? Sure.

So I boarded the plane and arrived at the con. It wasn't a big event like Comic Con, but it wasn't bad. I got to see some bands playing decent music, they had great food there, and there was some nice cosplay. Anyway, the weirdness started when I was approached by a man. He had long brown hair, matching eyes, and wore a black vest.

"Hey," he said. "Glad you made it."
"Have we met?" I asked him.
"Yes and no," he said. "It's a little complicated. I'm Accel. I sent you the invite."
"Oh, hey," I said. "I'm-"
He suddenly clapped a hand over my mouth, silencing me.
"No real names," he said. "Not here."
His eyes darted around the convention, landing on a large number of people.
"Can't be trusted," he whispered.
I forced his hand away.
"Dude, what the hell!?" I said.
"Just use nicknames," he said.
"All right," I said, a little creeped out. "I guess I'll go with Dark Jewel."
"I know," he said. "I called you here for a reason. But before I start explaining things you won't believe, I need you to do something for me."
"What are you talking about?" I asked.
He drew a handful of coins out of his pocket and handed them to me.
"Just do me a quick favor," he said. "Head across the street. There's a soda machine outside a store there. Get me a Diet Dr. Pepper."
"Don't they sell soda here?" I asked skeptically.
"Just trust me, dude," he said.
"Will they let me back in if I leave the convention?" I asked.
"They will, but you won't want to," he said.
I raised an eyebrow.
"And what's to stop me from walking off with your money once I leave here?" I asked.
He cracked a grin at me.
"You wouldn't do that," he said.
He was right. Granted, I would be tempted, but I wouldn't have done something that dickish.

So, I walked out across the street and got his stupid soda. When I turned around, I saw about a dozen people standing in the street facing me. They didn't look friendly, and they all had this weird symbol on their clothing. It kind of looked like a pair of hourglasses. They began approaching me. I saw one of them draw a knife, and I panicked. I started running. They gave chase.
I got a few blocks before the fatigue started setting in. I couldn't keep going. The fire in my muscles was too much. I lost my footing and hit the ground. I rolled over to get a look at my pursuers.  They were almost upon me. I remember thinking that I was finished. Dead.
That's when a spray of bullets hit the ground by their feet. They stopped in their tracks and looked behind me. I looked as well. Accel was standing there, wielding a mother fucking Gatling gun. I seemed to be a modified one, with a pistol grip, instead of being mounted on a turret, but it still should have been impossible for him to carry so effortlessly.
He raised his left hand, the one that wasn't holding an absurdly large firearm, and a black light enveloped it. The men chasing me suddenly collapse, and seemed to be struggling against their own weight. Accel approached me calmly.
"Ever read Ender's Game?" he asked.
"Yeah," I said.
"Good," he said, gesturing to a nearby building. "See that wall over there?"
"Yeah," I said.
"Good," he replied, picking me up off the ground like I was a rag doll. "It's a floor now."
He let go of me, and without warning, I began falling toward the building. I hit it with little impact, and got to my feet. Except now I was standing on the wall. Accel landing there next to me a moment later.
"Get moving!" he said, and started running up the wall.
I cleared my head. It was just a matter of perceptions. I just had to get into the mindset. Yeah, all this was fucking crazy as hell, but I found it surprisingly easy to run up the wall as if it were a floor.
We both reached the roof, and gravity seemed to return to normal  once we got there.
"How... the fuck... did you do... that?" I panted.
"Long story short, I can control gravity," he said. "But we don't have time for full explanations right now."
"Why not?" I asked, but I suddenly felt a huge presence.
I looked to see another figure standing on the roof with us. A tall man, NBA height, was standing there, wearing a gas mask and a hoody. A pair of giant, jet black bird wings were growing from his back. His aura was terrifying. I had never been in the presence of something like this before.
"We have company," Accel said.
The man charged at us. Accel pushed me aside dodged the man's assault. Accel punched the man in the chest, with so much force he was thrown across the roof. Accel opened fire with his gun. The bullets didn't seem to have much effect on the man, but they seemed to keep him away from us.
Suddenly, another man joined the fight.  He was wielding a claymore. He swung it at the gas mask guy, and although the sword didn't manage to cut into his flesh at all, it did knock him over. Then anotther identical claymore wielding man showed up. And another. It got really confusing really fast, and I had trouble keeping tack of the fight. More of the claymore guys would appear, and sometimes they'd disappear. But Gas Mask was one hell of a fight, and managed to hold his own against all of them.
Eventually, one of the claymore wielders broke away from the fight and made it over to me and Accel. His sword vanished, becoming a very nice hat, which he put on his head.
"Take my hands!" he said.
Both Accel and I grabbed his hands, and next thing I knew, we were all lying on the ground at a harbor.
"Where are we?" I asked.
The guy in the hat checked a weird looking watch around his wrist.
"The Los Angeles Waterfront," he said. "2 hours after the fight with the Archangel."
"Just like Anansi said," Accel said.
"I'm sorry," I said. "Who are you? Who's the Archangel?"
"The Gas Mask guy," Accel said.
"But, how can it be two hours after that?" I asked. "You were just fighting him 10 seconds ago!"
"Time travel," the new guy said.
"Oh, that makes perfect sense\," I said. "Oh, wait, no it doesn't! What the hell is going on!?"
"That thing you just saw is one of the Fears," Accel said. "Beings of evil who torment humanity. Those guys chasing you were his followers, the Timberwolves."
"You knew they'd attack me!" I said, coming to a realization.
"Yeah," he said. "Time travel."
"Allow me to properly introduce myself," the new guy said. "I'm  Fiendscale, leader of the administration.. Time traveling is my gift. My power."
"Are you serious?" I asked. "You time travel, and he controls gravity?"
"We're Godsent," Accel said. "We exist to combat Fears."
"Okay," I said. "Let's just pretend all this makes sense. So why were the Timberwhatevers attacking me?"
"You're one of us," Fiendscale said. "A Godsent."
"Wait, what!?" I said.
"Yeah," Accel said.
Fiendsclae sighed.
"Listen, as much as I hate to leave Accel alone, I have other things I need to do," he said. "Just... stick with Accel. It's his job to train you now. And please try to keep him out of trouble..."
With that, Fiendscale vanished. Accel and I returned to my hotel room, and now I'm writing this post. And that's how I got dragged into the insane world of magic powers and eldritch baddies.