[ WP ] `` Kid , its not the villains who have an agenda you should be worried about , but the ones simply having fun . ''

The boy struggled in his chair, throwing his weight against the ropes that held him there. 
 
 `` I wan na go home!'' He choked out, tears welling up in his eyes. 
 
 A barely noticeable smile crept onto the man's face, a thin thing made of pure evil. 
 
 `` That...'' The man said calmly, ``... Is n't possible anymore.'' 
 
 A closer explosion went off, rocking the plane in the sky, and casting the room in an orange glow for a brief moment. The boy's eyes went wide in terror. 
 
 `` Not that I would n't be happy get rid of you,'' The man explained, `` It just is n't possible. Plus, curious boys like you are hard to come by. You figured all of this out simply by asking'What if'. You remind me of myself at that age. No, now that I think of it, I think I'll keep you.'' 
 
 Tears were welling up in the boy's eyes, and he strained harder. 
 
 The man looked at him with weary eyes, `` I suppose you want to see the fireworks?'' 
 
 The boy shook his head vigorously, `` No sir, please.'' 
 
 `` Nonsense! Of course you do,'' The man turned the chair towards a small circular window. They were high above the city, looking down on it as God would. It was night, and the dull orange glow of streetlights clashed with the sharp orange whips of flame. Smoke rose up, only visible because of the light it obstructed. Up in the air, on the man's private jet, they were safe from whatever was going on down there. 
 
 `` Can you imagine the panic, boy?'' The man asked, his smile growing wider, `` God's wrath brought down upon the city! Fire everywhere! Lives left in ashes and families lost to the explosions!'' 
 
 The boy did n't answer, instead he began sobbing. This seemed to annoy the man, and he shook his head in disapproval. 
 
 `` When it's all done, people will walk the ashes of this city, and only one thing will be in their head. You want to know what it is?'' He asked the boy. 
 
 The boy just kept on sobbing. 
 
 `` They'll ask'Why?''' He said with a grin, `` Because they ca n't believe something like this could just *happen*. They will look for an agenda, someone who had a *reason* to do something like this. That is the point where I'm home free. Sure some conspiracy theorist will point fingers at me, after all my plane was lucky enough to be in the air when it started, but I have enough excuses that no *sane* person would believe them.'' 
 
 He looked back at the boy, expecting him to be horrified, but the boy averted his eyes and stared out the window. 
 
 `` Do n't *you* want to know why?'' He asked. 
 
 `` I want to go home,'' The boy sobbed. 
 
 `` You have no home.'' 
 
 Fresh tears welled up in the boy's eyes, and the man continued on. 
 
 `` When I was a boy, I had this middle school teacher. She hated kids I think, but she always told us,'There are no dumb questions! Except the ones that start with'*what if*.' Funny is n't it? I bet if one person in charge had the brains to ask'What if this happened for no reason at all?' They could probably catch me red handed, but it's been trained out of them. And so they'll search for an agenda, because nothing like *this* could happen without one, right?'' 
 
 The boy did not answer, so the man continued. 
 
 `` So many questions. What if the president was assassinated? What if the U.S. went to war with China? What if...'' 
 
 The boy was paying attention now. 
 
 ``... Someone nuked New York City?'' 
 
 The boy had gone pale, and for the first time since they had boarded the plane, sat still. 
 
 `` Just stupid'What if' questions though,'' The man shrugged, and began walking toward the cockpit. 
 
 He stopped by the boy, and pulled a pair of what looked to be thick sunglasses out of his pocket. 
 
 `` You might want these,'' He said, placing them over the boy's eyes, `` Do n't want to go blind do we?'' 
 
 He then began walking away, and chuckled, `` Do n't worry, it's all fun and games.'' 
 
 A bright white flash filled the room, as if someone had placed the sun right outside the plane's window. The boy cried out, and the last thing he heard before the thunderous boom was the cackling of the man's wicked laugh. 
 
 `` All in good fun,'' The boy heard, `` No agenda here.''
