THE PHOENIX EFFECT

Hi Wolfelja1999 here and welcome to my new unbetaed story, I own nothing.

Thoughts = Thoughts

Speech = "Speech"

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New York, Earth 2068

Can't look back, Can't stop, Have to keep running.

Looking over his shoulder despite himself he see's the gang following, A group of large boys marred in scars and rugged clothing, slowly gaining on him.

If I duck in to the alley I can hopefully hide

The boy turns quickly in to the trash packed alley kicking up water from the murky puddle over a sleeping cloaked hobo scouring for the perfect spot to hide. as soon as he see a perfect spot behind some boxes dives behind them.

Maybe they won't look. There dumb they won't think to look here, oh god who am I kidding.

The Boy thinks to himself crouching lower, pulling his ragged clothing tighter towards himself and brushing the black hair out of his eyes. He couldn't believe how cold it was. He thought he was use to it by now. He'd lived on the streets for years now. Had been since he was 5, Parents dead, No where to go and with care being worse than hell he had little choice. Now he was in this situation hiding from the fewer people he had considered friends.

"Come on out, you little Bastard" A gruff voice called out, Gryff, The leader of the Clawes, "You really thought you'd get away with it" Gryff was the biggest of the Clawes with long tied back blonde hair and a built body. " WE WERE FAMILY!" Crap he thought.

"Gryff, Buddy, Pal, Look its not what you think" The Boy states slowly trying to calm him.

"You betrayed us! Sold us out!" Gryff screams back. "Your dead you little runt"

"It wasn't me! I told you I thought something might go wrong and you didn't listen" The boy yelled back. But now Gryff didn't care with a nod of his head him and the four other Teens began to move down the alley unsettling everything in their way as they inch down closer to the boy.

"Got you" Gryff says as he grabs the boy and lifts him up by the throat with his left hand. " Because of you the Clawes are just us five now. We've gone from greatness to nothing and its all your fault" Gryff screams right in to his face spittle flying everywhere and then a mild blue glow covers his right hand before Gryff punches the boy sending him flying down the alleyway. "At least Ive still got my amps" He mutters to himself as he send the other Clawes to grab the boy. Barely conciouse the boy rushes the nearest teen only to be caught by a punch to the side of the head and going to another teen who promptly grabs him allowing the others to take more punches at him till hes barely consience. "You had to be a little snitch didn't you" Gryff sneers out.

"If you would kindly step away from the boy, we can end it here and no further damage must be dealt" An old weary voice calls out. The source of the voice the old man who had been lying asleep at the entrance to the alley. As he stood his body lithe and whilst showing his advanced age still looked strong. His clothing which consisted of a large hooded cloak, over the top of a black shirt and trouser's which were worn and rugged. His long white hair running out under the hood and blocking his face bar the slight hint of a scruffy beard.

"Shut up Gramps and go back to sleep" Gryff anwsers snarkly, and when the old man refuses to back down he begins to get enraged. With a nod of his head the two teens not holding the boy start moving towards him. With a deep resigned sigh the old man straightens ever so slightly and as the first teen leans in to attack the old man strikes. With a quick thrust of his wrist a blue glow strikes the teen launching him backwards and in to the air where he strikes a nearby wall. The other teen lost at the lack of his companion looks around in shock before the old man strikes him tight to the throat which promptly sends the boy in to unconsiouceness.

" I will give you one last chance to leave" the old man mutters darkly. The two teens holding the boy quickly drop him grabbing their fallen friends and fleeing the alley leaving Gryff on his own. Gryff moves towards the old man allowing the boy to climb to his feet using the boxes for average.

" You think your tough shite don't you old man" Gryff snarls angrily with in arms reach of the man. With a loud pop a dark red blade appears out of Gryffs wrist and he stabs out at the old man catching the old man straight to the chest where he pulls him tightly to him. As the man gasps for air Gryff lets go and looks in shock at what his anger has caused him to do before fleeing in terror. As soon as the coast is clear the young boy runs towards the old man whos now leaning against the alley wall breathing heavily and cursing to himself.

"Oh god why did you do that, you didn't have to help me, who are you?" The boy asks rapidly and worriedly. "We have to get you to a hospital" He continues looking about rapidly as if wishing for help to come.

"No Boy, I need three things first, Your name" The Old man mutters heavily

"My Name's John, John Shepard, why do you need my name" The boy questions shocked.

"Because John I now need you to swear to me that what happens next you will never repeat" The old man replies derlirousley but the dark gleam to his eyes shows he is being serious.

"I swear it" John replies, as he does a tight gripping sensation grabs his chest before quickly fading.

"Then John I hope this doesn't break your mind" The old man whispers before walking slowly in to the middle of the alley. As John went to support him the man pushes him back before he looks at his hand where a vivid blue glow appears pulsing out his hands. "The Names Harrison by the way, Harrison Peverell." and with that the man throws his head backwards as pure energy pour from his hands and launchs upwards from his head, The Old Man, Harrison's laugh filling the air.

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Thanks for reading reviews appreciated, Constructive critism more than helpful. Hope to have the next chapter out by Thursday evening.