Allen Wes and the Philosopher's Stone

Chapter 1 – The Decision

Some people are born with extraordinary powers. Not many people know about us. Well, no one knows about us. It's a world completely different from the normal world anyone lives in. I at first didn't believe it. Until the first day I was able to perform 'one' of these incredible abilities. I grew up mostly by myself, under the care of my Uncle Sam. He's really not my uncle, but he's been there for me since my parents died.

My uncle is one of those people who can perform those extraordinary abilities. But only a few. He's considered as a 'Half-blood'. Half-blood because he can only perform a certain amount of abilities. Not all of them in which a half-blood can possess. So, since there are half-bloods out there, are there 'full bloods'? There not called 'full bloods', instead, they're called 'True bloods'. But those kinds of people, hardly ever exist.

When two half-bloods meet, they can have children. But two half-bloods can't make a true blood. It is completely impossible. 99% of the time, only a half-blood is born. But that still leaves the 1% don't it? So these half-bloods, they have abilities or these powers in them. Can they control it? Or how do they practice using them?

Uncle Sam is always telling me about this school for people like us. I think it's called, Grissom Academy, for half-blood of super natural powers. It's a school. Sam is always telling me that I should go. I find it pointless, I don't need to go. I'm a…nerve mind. I'll never go to Grissom Academy. I'm perfectly fine the way I am.

10 years ago…

It's a nice quiet night. In a beautiful suburban area. Over at the Wes's house, all that seems fine on the outside. But on the inside, dark red lights are shot off. Inside, Mr. and Mrs. Wes run for their lives. Upstairs, Allen Wes cries in his crib. Mr. Wes points his hand at the intruder who is attacking and a powerful blue light shoots out of his hand hitting the intruder hard. Mr. Wes helps his wife up as she quickly runs up the stairs. The intruder gets up and points hard at Mr. Wes shooting a powerful red beam at Mr. Wes hitting him and throwing him into a wall. Mrs. Wes makes it upstairs to the baby room.

Back downstairs, the intruder walks up to Mr. Wes and picks him up, floating in midair. He throws him around into the wall and ceiling finally letting him go, killing him. The intruder then heads upstairs. Mrs. Wes runs to her baby and picks him up. She tries to calm him down as she opens the windows to fly away, but suddenly the intruder throws the door off the hinges hitting the wall hard. Mrs. Wes turns around and tries to protect her baby. The intruder walks in, covered in black, not showing his face. Mrs. Wes cries and pleas with the man, but he doesn't say anything.

Mrs. Wes tries to fly away but the intruder closes the door so she can't leave. Mrs. Wes tries to open the windows but the power on the windows keeping them close doesn't budge. Mrs. Wes turns around, tears pouring out of her eyes, throws a beam at the intruder but he just simply deflects it. Mrs. Wes continues to cry, and suddenly, the intruder throws his hand hard and throws Mrs. Wes into the window hard as she slowly falls to the ground, barely moving. The baby continues to cry. The intruder moves closer.

The intruder gets closer to Allen and Mrs. Wes. He gets ready to throw the final strike, Mrs. Wes closes her eyes and prepares for it. But suddenly, as the intruder strikes, baby Allen's eyes glow blue and throws the intruder into the back wall. Mrs. Wes tries to watch keeping her eyes open. The intruder tries to get back up and fight, but baby Allen fights the intruder injuring him badly throwing him all over the place. Same as his father, Allen unleashes a powerful blue beam from both his hands and hits the intruder hard in the chest, sending him flying through the wall and into the next room.

Baby Allen claps and turns around at his mother. Mrs. Wes tries to keep her eyes open. She sort of smiles seeing her baby boy using his powers to protect his mother. She touches his forehead.

'Thank you so much sweetie…me and your father love you so much. You will...be a powerful true-blood…'

Mrs. Wes slowly closes her eyes. Baby Allen just watches. But suddenly, baby Allen gets picked up. The intruder returns as baby Allen cries its eyes out. He gets ready to attack again, but instead, he scratches the baby hard across its right eye. The baby cries its eye's out, and again, baby Allen's eyes glow blue and a more, POWERFUL blue beam shoots out of him and hits the intruder hard, through the wall, out of the house and completely gone. Baby Allen slowly floats there for a second and descends down. He slowly closes his eyes and falls asleep sucking his thumb.

Outside, Sam Jones, Archer King and Melanie Threshold barge into the Wes's home. Archer is the first one to see Mr. Wes on the ground.

"Sam! Check Mr. Wes."

"I'm on it."

Sam checks on Mr. Wes. Archer looks around the house.

"Melanie, go upstairs, I see the baby and Mrs. Wes."

"I'm on it."

Archer stays and checks the surrounding area to see if things are clear. Upstairs, Melanie rushes into the room and sees Mrs. Wes on the floor and also baby Allen.

"Oh my…"

Melanie walks over to the baby and picks him up. The baby moans.

"Shh shh shh shh there, there."

Archer walks into the room. Melanie checks Mrs. Wes as Archer walks further in.

"Is she…?"

Melanie turns around, stands up and shakes her head.

"She's dead Archer."

Archer sighs. Between the doorway, Sam stands by.

"Wes is dead too."

Archer gulps and he looks at Melanie.

"The baby?"

"He's still alive."

"Let me see him."

Melanie walks over to Archer and turns the baby around. Archer checks the boy and sees the fresh scar on the baby's face.

"He did this to him."

"Who?" Melanie asks

Archer gives Melanie the look.

"But why?"

"I can't think of any reason why for now. Let me check the boy's memories."

Melanie holds the Allen firmly. Archer touches Allen's head but Archer pulls back. Melanie flinches.

"What? What's wrong?"

"No. It can't be."

"What? What's wrong with Allen?" Sam asks walking into the room

Archer examines the boy. He then places his forehead on Allen's. He shuts his eyes hard and moves back.

"He's not a half-blood."

"What? What did you just say?" Melanie asks shockingly

"He's a true-blood. Just like me."

"What? That's impossible. There's no other true-blood in this world. Except for you Mr. King."

"I know what I'm seeing Sam. This boy here, Allen Wes, is in fact, a true-blood just like me. And looking into his memories, I saw what he did to 'him' before we came."

"You're telling me little Allen here…defeated Mr…"

"Don't say his name. Do NOT, say his name Sam."

"I'm sorry Mr. King, I won't say it."

Archer looks down at the boy.

"He came here for sure, but Allen here defeated him. He never expected Allen to be a true-blood against him."

"What should we do Archer? We can't just leave him here."

"I know Melanie. We have to take him away from this place. Sam."

"Yes sir."

"Take the boy. Stay close to him as he grows up."

"You want me to watch over him."

"He's this strong now, he'll only get stronger as he grows up."

"Then what?"

"When the time comes, you will be the one to tell him about Grissom Academy."

"But sir, wouldn't it be better to tell him about it when he grows up?"

"He's not ready to know. Seeing that scar on his face, something happened here. Something that cannot leave this room, you two must never speak of this."

"But Archer…" Melanie insists

"It cannot spread. No one can know that this boy is a true-blood. He will find out what he is someday, but he cannot spread the word. So that is why, Sam, you must watch over him. Teach him now to control his powers, but when he turns eleven, bring up Grissom Academy to him."

Sam looks down at baby Allen.

"Yes, I will sir."

"We must leave. Grab my hands, both of you."

Melanie and Sam grab Archer's hand. Then suddenly, they vanish…

Present day…

After eleven years, Allen Wes has grown up. As a little boy, he's gone from orphanage to orphanage. Family to family. But being different from normal people, his powers grew. And boy, did they grow. Being able to lift up small objects as a little boy, to reaching seven years old, lifting an entire car. Whenever he got picked on, he would scare people away. Growing up still, discovering he could do even more.

With the watch over by his 'Uncle' Sam, he was the only family he knew of. Being over seven feet tall, wide as a blimp, who people saw as a monster, Allen saw as a friend and as a father figure. Teaching him about the normal world and of course, the other world, these two places were completely different from each other. The other world consisted of people with special powers. Learning this, Allen figured he was not alone. But turning ten years old, Sam told him that he's different from other people. He wasn't a half-blood; he was a true-blood. The most powerful type out. And in fact that he, was the only one.

Bar…

"I'm…the only one?"

"Yes Allen. I'm…afraid so."

"But why?"

"It's the way things are Allen. The chances of you ever being born, are slim."

Allen sniffs.

"So, did my parents know?"

"I believe they did. They tried to keep you a secret though."

"Is that why there dead?"

"What? No, no! Of course not."

Allen gets up and leaves.

"Allen! Where are you going?"

"I need to gather my thoughts. Think this through."

Allen walks away, Sam tries to catch him but Allen flies away, barely, but gets the hang of it.

"Allen wait!"

Allen puts his hand to his head.

'I need time to think Sam! Please give me some time!'

Allen continues to fly away.

'Thank you for watching over me all these years Sam. But now…I need to think about my future. And it won't be at the school you always bring up!'

'Allen, wait!'

Allen just continues to fly away in a certain direction.

1 year later…

Train Station…

Allen walks ahead pulling a trunk and a few personnel belongings. He walks up to a railing and looks down at the train and a hundreds of kids below boarding. Allen sighs putting his head down.

"How did this all start?"

A few days earlier, New York City Bronx Zoo…

Allen walks around the Bronx Zoo looking at the different animals and such. He comes up to the tiger exhibit and sees a bunch of snot nose children banging on the glass getting the tigers attention.

"Come on you stupid lion! Move already!" Boy screams

"Yeah, move already!" Littler Boy yells

Allen walks up the glass wall and sees the tiger yawning and putting its head back down.

"This is boring, let's go." Boy says walking away

"Yeah." Littler Boy says

Allen watches them walk and he looks back at the tiger. He looks around to see if anyone is paying attention, so Allen puts two of his fingers to his head and looks at the tiger hard.

'Rough day? You tired? You don't mind if I talk to you do you?' Allen asks thinking

The tiger yawns and looks at Allen. He nods.

'(Sighs) Thanks, talking to animals is better than talking to humans. If you know what I mean… Just ignore them. They don't understand the type of animal to be locked up all day and be watched by thousands of people every day.'

The tiger nods.

'So, are you from here or…?'

The tiger looks in a certain direction and Allen looks at what the tiger is looking at. Allen sees that the tiger was captured in the wild. Allen looks back at the tiger.

'I see. Well I'm sorry that you're stuck here. You miss your home? Your family?'

The tiger nods.

'Well I bet that they miss you too. Both my parents are dead. It must be really nice to have a family back home waiting for you.'

Suddenly the two boys see the tiger up and about.

"Hey look, the stupid tiger is up!" Boy shouts

"Cool! Do something you stupid tiger!" Littler Boy yells

Allen narrows his eyes and looks back at the tiger. The tiger looks back at Allen.

'I'm sorry, but I have to go now. I really wish I could help you.'

The tiger nods. Allen walks away but he stops to hearing the sound of banging on the glass by the two boys. He turns around and sees the kids messing with the tiger so badly. Allen smirks and lifts his hand up. He snaps his thumbs and suddenly the glass window disappears and the tiger sees. The two boys look at each other and see the glass wall has vanished. The tiger growls and the boys land on their butts. The tiger jumps out of the exhibit and people all around see the tiger's loose. They all run for it. The boys stay perfectly still as the tiger sniffs them and walks away. Allen watches the tiger walk towards him and stops.

'Thank you.'

Allen just smiles.

"Your welcome."

The tiger then runs for it. The boys slowly get up and check themselves out. Allen looks at them and points his finger at them both. Suddenly the two boys get picked up and thrown into the tiger exhibit. Allen then snaps his fingers once again and the glass reappears. The boys rush to it and see that there stuck in the exhibit and can't get out. Allen just laughs walking away.

Outside of Zoo…

Allen walks out and away from the zoo. Then all of a sudden, Uncle Sam 'contacts' Allen through his mind.

'Allen? Allen, can you hear me?'

Allen stops walking and touches his head.

'Sam? Is that you?'

'Glad I found you.'

'Where are you? You in town?'

'Sort of. Can you come meet me at the usual place? I got a surprise for ya.'

'Surprise? What is it?'

'Well if I told you then it wouldn't be a surprise.'

Allen shakes his head.

'See you then.'

'On my way.'

Allen looks about and sees several people around just walking by. Allen puts his sun glasses on and looks up at the sky. Then all of a sudden, he flies straight up and meets Uncle Sam at the Usual place.

The Usual Place…

The Usual Place is an empty out bar. Old, but still standing. Allen lands outside and walks in, entering a place with soft jazz playing in the corner and some passed out drunks at tables. Allen looks around seeing Uncle Sam nowhere in sight. Allen checks carefully. Behind him, Sam, making soft but heavy steps behind him. Allen lowers his head with a smirk on his face.

"Got ya." Sam says

Uncle Sam tries to wrap his gigantic arms around Allen but Allen stops him using his telekinesis. Allen turns around.

"No. I got you."

"Okay, okay. You can let me go now. Please Allen."

Allen lets go of Sam. Sam loosens up and brushes off his clothes.

"I forget sometimes how strong you are."

"Well it's been a year, I've gotten stronger, figured you knew that Uncle Sam."

The two grab a table and sit down.

"So, what's the surprise?"

"Oh! Right, here it is."

Sam reaches in his pocket and pulls out a box.

"Here you go Allen."

Allen points his finger at it and it slides to him and opens up. Revealing a birthday cake with Allen's name on it. Allen smiles.

"Thanks Sam. This is great. Really."

"Well, you only turn eleven once."

'That you do."

"Mm-hmm."

Allen looks at Sam. He clearly sees that there's something else Sam wanted to do.

"Sam, is there something else you wanted to tell me?"

"Hmm? Oh, there's nothing. Nothing at all Allen."

Allen looks at Sam funny.

"You can either tell me or I can poke around your mind. Your choice."

"Okay, okay. There is."

Allen rolls his eyes.

"Look, I know you don't want to hear this, but before you fly off…"

"Oh I know where this is going."

Allen walks away.

"Allen, Allen!"

"I'm not doing it Sam. Forget it."

"Would you just listen?"

Allen stops walking. He turns around and crosses his arms.

"The school is great. You should give it a try."

"I don't need to go to this school Sam. I'm not no half-blood like you and everyone else. YOU, KNOW, THAT."

"I know Allen. But this school is great."

"You're a professor there?"

"No. A groundskeeper is more of the word."

Allen rolls his eyes.

"But anyway. You can learn something from there. Become stronger."

"And what will happen to me if someone finds out I'm not a half-blood?"

"I couldn't even tell you were one. I had to find out by seeing what you can do."

Allen sighs. He holds his sun glasses firmly on his face touching the right side of his eye. Sam sees.

"How's your scar?"

Allen shakes his head.

"Whenever I think about that school the right side of my face starts hurting."

"Liar."

"It was worth a shot."

"Besides learning, you can find out more about yourself Allen', Allen looks back at Sam, 'You can find out more about your parents. They went there."

That catches Allen's attention. He brushes his hair back and takes off his sun glasses revealing a giant scar covering the top of his eyebrow, going down through his eye on his cheek. Allen sighs.

"…Okay. What do I need to do?"

Sam smiles then laughs.

"Ha, ha! That a boy!', gets up and walks to Allen, 'First, we need you to get your supplies."

Sam walks past Allen and he watches.

"Supplies?"

Streets of New York City…

Allen looks at a supply list of the stuff he needs.

"All students must be equipped with a watch, boot lifters and if desired, a messenger which can either be a bird, a dog or a cat.' There really specific. But Sam, you and I both know we won't find any of this stuff in this world."

"That's why we have to go to our world."

"Ah, that's right. Man, I haven't been there in a long time."

Sam and Allen head to an abandoned building. Which looks deserted, empty and ready to fall apart. The two enter and it seems brand new on the inside.

Other world, meeting place for half-bloods…

Inside the room, there is a slight difference in appearance to normal people and half-bloods. The looks from the clothes they wear. Sam and Allen walk in and Allen looks at all the half-bloods around. The owner of the place recognizes Sam. Allen tries to keep a low profile.

"Sam! What can I get you? Your usual?"

"Oh no, not today Harry, I'm only here on official Grissom Academy business. Helping Allen Wes here with his school supplies."

Then, the whole room goes quiet. Allen looks and feels everyone looking at him. Harry walks around the table and gets a closer look at Allen.

"May the sky look blue and the grass grow green. You're Allen Wes."

People whisper to each other about Allen's presence. A man walks up to him and shakes his hand.

"Welcome back Mr. Wes. Welcome back." Man says

"Umm, thank you."

A woman comes along.

"My name is Lily Sunshine. It's an honor to meet you in person."

Suddenly, a professor from Grissom sees Allen walking towards him.

"Ah, Mr. Allen Wes. I can't tell you how pleased I am to meet you in person."

"Ah, Professor Rake. I didn't know you were in town. Allen, this is Professor Rake at Grissom Academy. He teaches how to use the mind on different objects."

Allen looks up and sees Professor Rake wearing a giant hat. It basically covers his whole head. He also wears a leather cape and a black and white suit. Allen lends out his hand.

"You're a professor from Grissom huh? I might have you as a Professor. Nice to meet you."

Professor Rake moves back.

"My apologizes. I have a thing about certain people…touching me."

"Oh, sorry."

"Well now Allen, we got a lot of shopping to do. Lots to buy."

"Right. Bye Professor Rake."

"By Mr. Wes. Hope to see you again.

Professor Rake waves goodbye with an odd look on his face. Allen and Sam leave. They head out back.

"It's marvelous to be famous huh Allen?"

"I'm famous? For what? How do all those people know me?"

"I don't know if I'm the right person to tell you Allen."

Allen and Sam stand in front of a brick wall. Sam points his hand at it and twirls it around. Suddenly the bricks start moving and revealing another place right behind it. Another place to another world.

The Other World Street Markets…

Allen and Sam walk past the groups of people gathered around shops getting their supplies. Allen looks around at all the half-bloods around him. Allen takes a moment to concentrate from hearing all the noises coming from all the people around. He can hear what everyone is thinking but tones it out to look at everything.

"Well, I got to say Sam all this stuff here looks nice. But I have hardly any money to buy anything."

"Ah, no worries Allen. All your money's there."

"Where?"

"Half-blood trust. The bank up ahead."

Allen looks at the bank up ahead.

Half-Blood Trust…

Allen looks at all the short, little people around the bank.

"Ah, Sam? Who are all these…people?"

"There called dwarfs Allen. As short as they look, there as smart as they truly are. Stay close now."

The dwarfs are roughly 3 feet or shorter. Bald and even smaller hands. The two walk up to the head bank man. He doesn't write, he just uses his mine to type out what he needs on his computer.

"Excuse me. Mr. Wes here would like to take out a withdrawal."

The Head Bank Man blinks and looks down at Allen. Allen blinks right back at him.

"Does Mr. Wes have his secret code?"

"I have it actually. And also, I have a note hear from the head master of Grissom Academy. From True-Blood Archer."

The Head Bank Man completely stops what he's doing. Sam hands him the note and he reads it.

"This is about a certain something that he wants from here."

The Head Bank Man nods.

"Very well. I'll have one of my associates take you two to the vaults."

Inside one of the banks vaults, a dwarf raises himself high and slides out a safety deposit box and floats it on the table in front of Allen. Sam walks to Allen.

"Well go on Allen. Open it."

Allen walks to the box and opens the box up. His eyes open up more as he reaches in. He pulls out a handful of diamonds.

"You didn't think your parents would leave you with nothing did ya?"

Inspecting the box more, entire case is full of sparkling diamonds. The dwarf comes back with a smaller box and sets it down near Sam. Allen closes the box and sees the other box.

"What's in that one Sam?"

"Sorry Allen, I can't tell you. Grissom Academy business."

Sam opens the box and picks up the object. Allen tries to see but Sam quickly puts it in his coat pocket.

"Something that once belonged to your parents Allen. But don't worry, it's nothing important. Please understand."

Allen thinks for a moment and nods.

"Okay."

A few hours later…

Allen floats all the stuff he needs right behind him. He checks off the last thing he got and looks at the next thing he needs.

"Okay. It says here I need…a watch?"

"A watch? Go to Clockworks. Best watch making in town."

"Why do I need a watch? Doesn't Grissom Academy have clocks?"

"You'll find out why. Go on ahead I need to stop somewhere for a second."

"Fine."

Clockworks…

Allen walks in and sees all the several thousand clocks hanging all around.

"Hello? Heeello?"

Allen walks up to the counter, and suddenly, the owner, on the floor above looks down and Allen looks up. He takes off his glasses and examines Allen's face.

"I never thought I see the day to see you in here Mr. Wes."

He comes down the stairs.

"Here for a watch? I hope you got the time. Ha, ha, ha, ha. I always use that one."

Allen shakes his head.

"Now let's see here…"

The owner looks at a few several watches in front of him and grabs one. He walks back over to Allen and gives it to him.

"Well go on. Try it on."

Allen grabs it and slides it on his wrist. He shrugs.

"Now what?"

"Now do something. Anything!"

Allen flinches. Allen points his hand a set of watches on the table and lifts them all up with no problem. But suddenly they fly all over the place. The Owner and Allen flinch.

"Not strong enough. Let's get another."

Allen takes off the watch. The Owner tries to find another watch.

"You know, it seemed like only yesterday that your parents were in here getting their own sets of watches."

"What are the watches used for?"

"To keep your powers at bay. Think of it as a set of training wheels or a booster you would say."

"I don't need training wheels. Or a booster you would say."

The Owner comes back.

"That's what everyone says. Try this one."

Allen tries it on. He snaps his fingers, what seems like it would work, turns into a disaster. The Owner brushes his hair back.

"Something, STRONGER!"

The Owner pushes out a safe and types in the code. He pulls out one watch that's locked inside another box and stares at it.

"Could it be…?"

The Owner looks at Allen and walks towards him. He personally hands it to him.

"Try this one."

Allen slides it on. Suddenly everything seems to move calmly. Allen feels a slight breeze gaze him.

"Wow…I suddenly feel…better…"

"I knew it…"

Allen looks at the Owner.

"Knew what?"

"Mr. Wes. I remember every watch I give out to every half-blood who comes in here', Allen blinks to that thought, 'But this watch, this watch that you wear on your wrist. Never came off a half-blood."

"Who did it come off of then?"

"A true-blood. The same true-blood that gave you that scar on your eye."

Allen gulps.

"What's the name of that true-blood?"

"He does not have a name. Never has. No one speaks of him, no one ever thinks of him. Because everyone knows, what a true-blood can do to you."

Allen slowly looks down at the watch.

"So seeing you wear this watch Mr. Wes. I'm going to guess you are going to bring great things to this world. But also the name who has no name, did great things to this world too. Terrible, horrible things. Take very special care of that watch Mr. Wes."

Allen slowly nods. Suddenly Sam taps on the glass that attracts Allen's attention.

"Allen! Allen! I got you a present for your birthday!"

Sam holds up the present revealing a puppy. A puppy Siberian Husky. It barks and Allen slowly smiles.

Other World Restaurant…

Later…

Sam finishes off his third plate. Allen just plays around with his food floating the fork about the meat. Sam sees.

"What's the matter Allen, you haven't touched your food."

Allen drops the fork. He leans forward.

"Sam, I want the truth."

"What Allen?"

"You knew this day was coming. No more hiding it."

"What is it Allen?"

"The man with no name. He killed my parents didn't he? He's also the one who gave me this scar?"

Sam stops what he's doing.

"I know you know Sam. I can sense it from your mind. Just tell me instead of making me poke around your mind.

"Okay, Allen. Okay. Understand this first because this is very important: Not every half-blood out there uses their powers for good. They also can use them to hurt others. Years before you were born, there was this one half-blood, but it turned out he wasn't a half-blood. He was in fact a true-blood. Like yourself. His name was…his name was…

"What? What was his name?"

"He didn't have one. People only referred to him as Mr. X."

"Mr. X?"

"Because he had scars run across his face that looked like an X."

"What's this got to do with me then?"

"Mr. X started to gather people to join his side. He had some followers. Brought a lot of good people to the dark side. But if anyone got in his way, every single person got killed."

"My parents…"

"Yes. I'm afraid so. Your parents fought back. They weren't strong enough to a true-blood. He killed everyone who got in his way. Until he met you."

"Me? Mr. X even tried to kill me?"

"Yes but he couldn't."

"Why not?"

"He never would have expected you to be a true-blood like him. You were just a baby. And you managed to defeat a true-blood."

"Even when I was a baby I managed to fight him."

"Yep. And in return to his defeat, he gave you something to remember him by."

Allen feels his scar.

"This isn't just any scar on your face Allen. It's a scar left behind an evil, powerful man. So that's why everyone knows who you are. Everyone knows that you defeated a true-blood. But everyone at the same time thinks you're just a half-blood, just like them."

Allen shrugs.

"So, what happened to him? Mr. X?"

"People just think he died. In my opinion, he just disappeared. And was never heard of again."

"But he is dead, right?"

"Maybe he's old and too old to carry on. But there's one thing for certain Allen. There's something about you that stopped him that night from killing you. Maybe you're just more powerful than him. What a true-blooded person can do."

"Thanks Sam."

"No problem Allen. You are the boy who lived anyway."

Allen thinks for a moment. He grabs his sun-glasses and looks at his reflection in the glasses looking at his scar.