-First things first, this is a story set in an alternative universe, maybe I will get to the story line of the movie later.
-Rated T for now, this may change later...
-My first fanfiction so I'm sorry if the characters seem ooc.. I was unsure about which fandom to choose, so I don't know if my style will appeal to anyone, reviews about that would be helpful *nudge nudge*
It was a small vent in the curtains, just enough to let in a small tide of sunlight, that caused him to wake up as soon as that small ray of light touched his face.
He had finally managed to ignore the ever-present noises of the train he was in, the sporadic stops, the people who would look inside his cabin, resulting in them either continuing their search or entering to sit across him for a while, before exiting to get off the train again. He had finally managed to sink into a shallow, restless sleep, only to be wakened once again by this damned sun and its glaring light.
Scowling he shut the curtains completely, creating a pleasant gloaming to fill the small room. A look at his purse told him that he couldn't afford another train, and he would soon have to get off of this one, too.
With no idea where he was going, the thought that he was at least on the move had kept him safe from despair, but now life decided to take this small sanctuary of delusion from him, leaving him with nothing, at last truly at an end.
The hours passed, slowly fading into the nothingness of oblivion, nothing more than empty spaces in the story that was his life at that moment. And then the time came, the time to leave the train, he wouldn't risk being caught, being asked where his parents where, being asked what he was doing on a train in the middle of nowhere.
The station was gloomy and kinda depressing, the building a mere ruin, only one track, no timetable and no signs of life whatsoever.
Except the weeds that grew through the stone tiles covering the floor maybe.
„Warren Peace‟, he said his own name, just to remind himself of who he was, who he had been, who he would be until his life would finally come to an end.
He had a name, all that was left of his old life, the burning wreck, so to say, of his past.
As he left the station, he didn't even bother to ask where exactly he was, firstly he wouldn't know the name of this stinking town anyways, secondly it wouldn't matter where he was if he didn't even know where he was going.
Following his instinct Warren soon reached a somewhat livelier place, the center of this hicksville, nothing more than a two-lane street, a somewhat big square with a few shops, and a smaller square, covered with dark stones, with some more shops.
The bigger square was paved with light gray stones, with a concentric statue made out of dark metal being the only remarkable object about it.
Warren strolled towards it, noticing the wary looks the people darted at him. As he reached it, he recognized the statue as the portrayal of some superhero, maybe one of those his father had fought, maybe one he had seen on TV sometime, it didn't matter to him at that point. Superheroes were all the same, all just worthless junk, to be praised, to be admired, to be too late when their help was really needed.