Here's A Brief Prologue To The Story
Bray Wyatt walked down a hall as a scientist came up to him. He had his arms behind his back as the scientist talked to him. After a couple of minutes, Bray decided it was time for him to speak.
"We'll feed them to John Cena and his colorful friends. Keep them off our scent."
"What about the volunteers?" the scientist asked.
"The dead will be buried so deep their own ghosts won't be able to find them."
"And the survivors?"
"The Shield."
In a cell is a boy with long black hair that had a blonde streak on one side aimed a magnetic pulse at a block to send it flying. The next cell to his right held a tanned and tattooed arm boy with long black hair that went in his eyes moved at super speed around the cell. Next to that one was another cell with a boy with dirty blonde hair who sat on the floor as he floated blocks surrounded by a red energy. The three boys were dressed in scrubs of tanish white like paitents would wear in hospitals.
"Sooner or later they will meet the Shield. It's not a world of spies anymore, not even a world of heroes. This is the age of miracles, Rowan. There's nothing more horrifying than a miracle." Bray told his follower with a dark smirk.
Right after he said that the black hair one sped into a corner as the blonde streak one sent his bed flying and the dirty blonde made the blocks shatter.
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