Prologue
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The clouds barked with anger, the grey sky a hue matching the atmosphere of the dark, and lonesome place, the howls of the wind rang, as the sad cries of the sky could be heard, still the drop danced through the air, splattered in his bright and puffy face, making him cringe in surprise. He peeled open his eyes as a dark shadow crept over his small form, it crouched in front of him, face blank as a sheet, it remained motionless for what seemed like an eternity, it's owner a lengthy, dirty-blonde haired man. Covering the young boy's head with a large raven colored umbrella, the boy looked up only to receive the same blank glare from the man.
"W-where's m-m-mommy?" The boys asked, his chest tighten with every breath, he held his fist to his side gripping so tightly his knuckles turned white, but a more pressing realistic feeling snapped him back into the present. A light hand tightly found hold of his suspender, he looked over his shoulder to see the splitting image of himself, curled neatly to his back, it was his younger twin brother Matthew. " H-hey?..." The man did not answer him, the boy felt his brother's grip grow stronger, his own heart began racing, scarring himself.
" Daddy?!" Matthew whispered, with terror. To that the young Father looked up, smiling was never one of his strong side, but still for his children he placed a thin smile on his lips.
" Al…." He choked up, voice course, "Mattie?" He sighed, looking over both the bright haired boys, "Mommy won't be with us anymore, she.. she's g-gone?" The man's voice broke off, scaring his oldest. The man did not however cry, no he simply wriggled his fingers in Alfred's hair, " We'll be together, I'll do my best…" He closed his eyes, " You both are my only treasures. Mama, and Daddy's Heroes, right?" He tilted his head, to see a frightened shy child, tears streaming down his brightly filled cheeks. " Hey now-" He paused, a thin smile on his lips as he cocked his head to the side, "Mama wouldn't want to see you crying, 'kay Mattie?" He reached a hand over, pulling the child's runny nose. The boy simply nodded, lifting a sleeve to wipe off the salt rigid tears laced on his bright face. " Alfred F. Jones-" He said suddenly, looking back up to his young son, "you are going to have to step up youngman." He lifted a finger, "You said once yourself, you wanted to be a hero?" His father voice streamed with sorrow, yet he continued.
" Yes sir!" Alfred cried, his voice filling with what he prayed were not tears.
" Then…." His father closed in whispering gently into his eldest child ear, " Then.. You'll be my Son first."
To be continued...
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