Authors note: Well if yall have seen my other fics, I have more time on my hands now and have gotten back to writing so this is my new one, note this chapter isn't much bout marching band or band in general, but it will pick up.

Chapter 1

Is there really a line between good and evil? What if doing good causes more evil then what would have happened if it had been avoided. That question used to puzzle a kid, up until the accident that changed his life and proved how fragile some things are. This is his story.

Day 1

2:15 p.m.

A sixteen-year-old kid was walking the halls of his school. The kid's brown eyes were nearly covered by the kid's dark brown hair. The kid turned a corner and was met with a larger, older kid in front of him.

"Well, look what we have here boys," the larger kid said and the kids friends formed a circle around them. The larger kid pushed the smaller one and the smaller one fell backwards.

"You fool, you shouldn't have done that," the smaller kid replied, with a calm voice. The kids around him howled with laughter as they hoisted him up.

"What are you going to do about it eh?" the bigger kid said coming forward and picking him up.

"If you are going to mess with me, meet me by the factory at 4:30. We will fight there," the smaller kid said with a grin.

"All right we fight there, but for now I think you can handle getting there yourself," the older kid said with a laugh as he dropped the smaller one to the floor and left the place.

The smaller kid shook his head wearily and saw a hand in front of him. It was a girl, his age and grade, one of his best friends.

"You got to stop doing this Hewey," the girl said helping him to his feet. "They might seriously hurt you,"

"I have it all under control, its just taking some time," Hewey replied, smiling at her.

"Just don't get yourself hurt," she said before turning away and walking off. Hewey let out a sigh and checked his watch. Two hour left, he thought to himself as he went in the opposite direction and disappeared from view.

Time Lapse

Day 1

4:30 p.m.

Hewey stood there, feeling alone and checked his watch once more. They said they would be here, he thought to himself as he heard a noise and saw them coming up.

"Lets finish this here and now," the bigger kid from before said, with a smirk.

"Anytime Bryan," Hewey replied as they advanced on each other and started the fight. The fight didn't last that long, Hewey putting in a few good punches before getting roundhouse kicked in the head and tumbling backwards. Hewey hit the nearby fence and stood up, blood streaming down his face.

"Time to finish this," Bryan said, going in for the kill and Hewey, using the fence, jump-kicked Bryan in the face. "You little son of a bit…" Bryan said before an explosion caused him to stop mid sentence. He took off along with his friends. Hewey turned and saw something liquid surge towards him. A searing pain ripped through Heweys body as he felt the liquid fusing with his body. Screaming in pain, Hewey fell backwards and lost consciousness.