Black Knight is back

Black Knight is back!

*Celebration noises*

BK: I'm so happy to be back *sniff* And, I brought a story! Dedicated to our friends, the few we have, namely Hitoki, and everyone here at Black Flame Central.

So, To Elite, Harbinger, Dark Trooper, Dark Crusader, Wings Of Death, Wings Of Steel, Scorpion, and X-Plosion.

~: Thoughts

": Speaking

: Telepathy

[: Dreams/Flashbacks

(: Unknown voice

P.S.

This is Chris Rosenberg's (For you Elite) Real intro story.

Let's start:

Cerebero: New Mutant Signature Detected

Name: Christopher Rosenberg

Age: 15

Power: Molecular level manipulator

Origin: Germany

Current location: Aboard the SS Aqua Knight

[Flip Flip Flip

The coin went up then landed in Chris' hand.

Flip Flip Flip

The coin disintegrated into his hand.

"Stupid waste of molecules."

Chris stared over at the pool bar.

"What say we cause some trouble?"

He walked over to the bar, changing the molecules around him to look like an adult. He entered the bar, and walked over to the pool table, setting it up.

"Any one wanna go?" Chris asked.

A man walked over.

"Couldn't be older than 20" Chris thought.

"What's yer name, stranga? Ain't seen ya before." Said the man.

"Name's Chris. Don't forget it."

"Alright, Chris. Name's Jonathan. Best pool player this side o' Germany."

"You don't have an accent."

"Neither do you, but I'm from America, originally."

Chris decided to avoid his explaining his lack of accent. "Really? I thought most men in America were fat, lazy slobs that can barely do anything, much less beat the best player on ANY side of Germany.

"You're that good, Chris? Let's see if you play as good as you gloat. I'll prove to you that Americans can do anything they want, even if it means walking over backwater scum like you."

Chris ignored the insult. "I'll break."

Chris hit the ball straight and knocked every ball except the white ball and the eight ball in a pocket, but the eight ball was on the edge of a pocket, and the white ball lined up perfectly with it.

"Eight ball, corner pocket." The eight ball fell in. "I win."

"You cheated. You had to have cheated."

"I won. Be glad we didn't bet money."

"I shoulda won!" Jon screamed, pulling out a switchblade. "I'll cut ya!"

Chris formed a gun in his hand. "Bad idea."

Whispers came from the crowd

"Mutant!" "Kill him!" "Don't let him get away!" "At least this one doesn't have blue fur!" "Call the F.O.H!" "Sheis!"

They started to crowd around him.

"N-no! Get back! Stay away!"

Chris was suddenly overwhelmed, and everything turned to black.]

~ That's not how it happened ~

Chris woke up screaming.

~ That's not how I remember it ~

"Uggh, that dream again." It was the same dream he had every night since he ran away from that incident.

Ran away from home.

From his life. Friends, activities.

Never had a family to worry over him.

Ran away to Bayville, New York. Stowed away on a boat. Forged a ticket with his powers.

~ The boat isn't moving, aside from rocking with the waves. ~

Chris left his cabin.

~ I'm here. New York. Hell of a long boat ride from Germany, but worth it.~

Chris got off the boat and got a ride to Bayville.

~ They say there's a large group of mutants here. ~

(Yes, but will they accept you?)

~I see that you're back.~

(Just because you run away from home doesn't mean you'll escape me.)

~Home. Ha. What's that definition? Home is where the heart is? Doesn't work for me.~

(Must you be so pessimistic?)

~Hmm, the very definition of all feelings bad that has existed in me since I was a little child asks if I must be pessimistic? Whatever I feel, you caused me to feel.~

(You should be happy. I saved you from being a cold killing machine.)

~If that's supposed to make me feel better, you can take whatever it is that you speak with and shove it up your butt.~

(I'm hurt.)

~Good~

--A while later--

He stepped off the bus, breathing in the fresh air.

"I'm here."