A/N- I might delete my first story, 'a new type of villain' because I have no idea where it's going. I've been stuck on it for two months now. I've used some of the actual dialogue used within the game .Please review; advice is very, very welcome!
Prologue
~ Flora ~
I watched the older boy stood in front of me. The whole of London, or rather, the whole of future London, was being destroyed in some way. Whether it was buildings being crushed or people's fear. The whole 'magical' feeling that the city had once gave me disappeared. Despite the state of 'future' London, I had my mind on something else. The boy who had revealed himself as Clive, why would he do a thing like this? Why hurt innocent people?
The look upon his face was a mixture of emotions. I could tell guilt was easily one.
"Just a moment, Inspector," The professor called out. "May I have a few words with Clive?"
"What?" The inspector yelled. "What's there to say to him?"
"Quite a lot inspector."
The man groaned. "Oh, if you insist." He snapped, releasing his grip on Clive.
I watched as Clive stumbled over to the professor.
"Professor," He began nervously, "I have something I need to tell you," I was the boy that you managed to save all those years ago," You stopped me from getting killed by the blast," Thank you professor."
He turned to leave, before the professor stopped him. "Tell me one more thing, Clive," Why did you go to all of this trouble?"
A sad smile formed on his lips. "I wanted justice," He replied bitterly. "Justice on Bill Hawks," If it wasn't for him, the explosion never would have happened, and innocent people never would have suffered," I hope time treats you well professor, and that...we'll meet again soon."
"I look forward to the day."
I watched as Clive was dragged away by police officers. I felt as though I wanted to cry. I didn't want him to go yet. I still had things I wanted to say to him. I guess that they'll just never be said.