Prologue
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Dylan looked out the window to see the rain coming down. The sound on the tin roof was depressing and yet at the same time the sound was soothing.
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Dylan closed his eyes and inhaled deeply. He was back in Kansas with his mom as a kid. She would tell him not to worry about the storm outside and tell him it would pass. They would make some hot chocolate and watch a movie until the storm was over.
KACHOOM
The lightning and thunder of the real world jolted Dylan inside. He left his eyes closed. The lightning jogged more memories in Dylan's already tortured mind. The lightning on that fateful night many years ago was bad. Dylan and his mom had gotten into a fight. It was strange to think about it now. Dylan couldn't even remember the fight. All Dylan could remember was trying to run. The rain had come down so hard that night, and Dylan's mom went after him in that rain.
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Dylan could remember walking the streets that night. After a few hours a police officer stopped and picked up the now soaked Dylan. A few blocks away from home a call came in for the officer. Someone DWI had gotten into a wreck hitting a pedestrian. The officer speed to the wreck sight as quick as possible.
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When the police officer pulled up Dylan could see a medical team pushing a woman on a stretcher toward the ambulance. Dylan peered closer at the lady only to see, it was his mother. "NO!" Dylan screamed as tears streamed down his face. He slammed his fist into the window trying to break the glass. His plan backfired when the car erupted in fire. Dylan was in too much of a panic now; he punched the window with all of his might. The car exploded with such for Dylan was thrown from the car with such force he nearly blacked out. Dylan finally came to, to realize, he had nothing on him. No cuts, no bruises. No nothing.
Bang Bang Bang! "Hey Mut!" Dylan was flung out of his memories with a shock. "Yo mut! Breakfast quit day dreaming!" Dylan turned toward the door. He let out a sigh as he looked at his surroundings. The same concrete walls and barred windows and doors he had faced since he was fifteen.
He had been stuck in the Juvenal Detention Center of Greenfield since his mother's death. No one would take him in because of his newly discovered powers. Ever since that one night he had been called freak, spaz, mut (short for mutant) and other thing that really ticked him off. "Yo MUT! LETS GO!" Dylan looked at the guard. "That's not my name. Come here and ill tell you what it is." The guard walked over to the barred door. Dylan reached his fist through and punched the guard in the face.
KABOOM
The guard grabbed his face and screamed in such pain and anguish it disgusted Dylan. We walked back over to the outer wall of his cell. He hit the wall directly below the window, bursting a hole in the wall large enough for Dylan to crawl out.
He walked through the courtyard and to the fence. He looked up at the 30- foot security fence. He ran his had along the fence and watched the metal melt away like ice on a hot plate. He walked slowly and casually away from the center, sirens in the background.
Pit-pat Pit-pat Pit-pat
Dylan looked out the window to see the rain coming down. The sound on the tin roof was depressing and yet at the same time the sound was soothing.
Pit-pat Pit-pat
Dylan closed his eyes and inhaled deeply. He was back in Kansas with his mom as a kid. She would tell him not to worry about the storm outside and tell him it would pass. They would make some hot chocolate and watch a movie until the storm was over.
KACHOOM
The lightning and thunder of the real world jolted Dylan inside. He left his eyes closed. The lightning jogged more memories in Dylan's already tortured mind. The lightning on that fateful night many years ago was bad. Dylan and his mom had gotten into a fight. It was strange to think about it now. Dylan couldn't even remember the fight. All Dylan could remember was trying to run. The rain had come down so hard that night, and Dylan's mom went after him in that rain.
KACHOOM KACHOOM
Dylan could remember walking the streets that night. After a few hours a police officer stopped and picked up the now soaked Dylan. A few blocks away from home a call came in for the officer. Someone DWI had gotten into a wreck hitting a pedestrian. The officer speed to the wreck sight as quick as possible.
Pit-pat Pit-pat KACHOOM
When the police officer pulled up Dylan could see a medical team pushing a woman on a stretcher toward the ambulance. Dylan peered closer at the lady only to see, it was his mother. "NO!" Dylan screamed as tears streamed down his face. He slammed his fist into the window trying to break the glass. His plan backfired when the car erupted in fire. Dylan was in too much of a panic now; he punched the window with all of his might. The car exploded with such for Dylan was thrown from the car with such force he nearly blacked out. Dylan finally came to, to realize, he had nothing on him. No cuts, no bruises. No nothing.
Bang Bang Bang! "Hey Mut!" Dylan was flung out of his memories with a shock. "Yo mut! Breakfast quit day dreaming!" Dylan turned toward the door. He let out a sigh as he looked at his surroundings. The same concrete walls and barred windows and doors he had faced since he was fifteen.
He had been stuck in the Juvenal Detention Center of Greenfield since his mother's death. No one would take him in because of his newly discovered powers. Ever since that one night he had been called freak, spaz, mut (short for mutant) and other thing that really ticked him off. "Yo MUT! LETS GO!" Dylan looked at the guard. "That's not my name. Come here and ill tell you what it is." The guard walked over to the barred door. Dylan reached his fist through and punched the guard in the face.
KABOOM
The guard grabbed his face and screamed in such pain and anguish it disgusted Dylan. We walked back over to the outer wall of his cell. He hit the wall directly below the window, bursting a hole in the wall large enough for Dylan to crawl out.
He walked through the courtyard and to the fence. He looked up at the 30- foot security fence. He ran his had along the fence and watched the metal melt away like ice on a hot plate. He walked slowly and casually away from the center, sirens in the background.
