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Prologue
He lay there bleeding terribly and half conscious. The pain he felt was unbearable. Not just the pain of his body being really bruised, but the pain that he was all alone in this world was the pain that hurt the most. His friends were dead. It didn't matter now if he lived or died. That was when he heard it. People shouting and fighting. He heard someone's foot steps, then something drop to the ground and crack. Gentle hands turned him over and held him close.
"Hey buddy it's okay. I'm here," a gentle voice told him.
He squinted to see who it was.
"Your not real. Your dead," he told the person.
"No I'm not. I'm real and you are going to be okay," the voice told him, "just stay awake."
"I...can't," he told the voice, "I'm sorry."
He passed out. His friend lifted him up and carried him out to the waiting ambulance. The only thing left was a pair of simple black glasses abandoned on the ground. One of the lenses cracked slightly.
Author's Note: I won't be posting the rest of this story until I am done with my current projects and the stories I am going to rewrite two of my other stories. And the last line in this story I got from the community section of National Treasure. So credit to who ever came up with that. I hope they don't mind that I used it. Once again sorry!