Into The Shadow's Of The Past
Prologue:
On a warm winter night in Houston, something was happening downtown. People were screaming, gunshots were heard, and the slicing of knives ringed through the night. Few stood in the alleyways, going against the tortured souls who started all this. One boy was running from a group on a roof top.
Leaping from roof to roof, alley to alley, and manhole to manhole, was causing him to tire and weaken. He had heard the rumors of the gang war happening tonight, that it was not safe, only public areas were safe. But he made a promise to help someone; he just had to pick this area to go to. Knowing that fate has closed him here, he thought of how to get out. "The city and all is just a big maze," he thought, "One wrong move, and its over." As he ran past Minute Maid Park, the crowd cheered for the home team about to win the game.
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The late night in Bayview was the troubling part. They all knew something was going to happen. But what? The screech heard was nothing, the cases and fires were all nothing. But the professor had to say something was happening. He stayed up that night and began pondering, "What is to happen?" he said to himself while entering Cerebro.
As he put on the helmet, his thoughts clouded. Seeing the many who were gifted and hidden. He knew that some were in danger. The rising number grew to a level where 1/4 of the world's population were mutants. He closed his eyes, and saw into the minds, of millions.
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The boy grew weary and tired. Suddenly, a knife flew into his chest. As he fell, he threw himself up and ran. The coat he wore, sagging from blood was dropped far back. He had to escape, but how. He turned the next alley way, then left, right, left and ran into a dead end.
As four approached, he collapsed. The lack of blood had taken its toll on him. And he ever regretted coming here.
"Time's up punk," one of the members said. He pulled the boy up by his collar and slugged him in the stomach a dozen times. He fell to the ground and the others joined in. Gasping in pain, he cried out to heaven itself and shoved one into a wall, and he fell through. He picked up a dumpster, and in a rush of rage, he batted the other with it. The last one pulled out a smoke grenade and ran. As he did, the dumpster went flying; running him over, and sent straight into the stadium.
As the last ball was caught, the dumpster collapsed on Clemens's leg and then, the crowd gasped.
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With the members gone, he stared at his bloody hands and shouted "What's wrong with me! Ahhhh!" He ran into the darkest alley possible, the abandoned subway, and hid, hid from all of mankind.
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Just as the Professor took the helmet off, it sensed something. The alarm rang! And in a rush, he went to get the others.