A young man with dark brown skin walked down the street, followed by three
of his "friends." He was fully decked out in a hooded sweatshirt and jeans,
both black in color, and had numerous red bandanas tied around his arms and
legs, and had red streaks through his dreadlocks.
He led his small gang into an alley, where a black car waited for him. But the scene wasn't what he expected. Other thugs were laid out on the ground, most unconscious, some moaning in pain. The car's doors were all open, and no one was inside.
The young man, Devon, quickly pulled out his handgun, as did the three who followed him. Bu a single man, dressed in a black business suit stepped out form the shadows. He carried no weapons and didn't look like he could pose a threat at all.
"Devon, is it? Listen, I've got a great deal for you."
Devon smirked as he stepped to the side. His three followers began to shoot. None of them could hit the man, however, as he approached the group. He stood right next to them, and still they couldn't even graze his outfit. Instead, one of the three hit another one, who went down, gurgling. The shooting stopped abruptly.
Devon was outraged. "It's your fault! What do you want from me?!"
The man chuckled. He held out his empty hand, a gesture of peace. Then, too quickly for anyone to react, he rushed the two still holding their guns. They both went down soundlessly as the guns slipped out of their hands in unison, and the man stood before Devon again, smirking.
"I want you to come with me. Give up these losers and do something better with your life."
It was Devon's turn to smirk. "These guys depend on me. What do have that's better than that?"
"A school of people just like you. You'll go to classes, learn about your unique powers. You'll get your high school diploma, too. And we can offer more excitement than these guys can."
Devon nearly laughed out loud. "You want me to give up this freedom to go back to a school? I remember school. Boring classes. Too much homework. Detentions. Report cards. And you want me to do it all again?"
The man shrugged. "We're a better school than that. You have a special talent, Devon. You're a person with a great personality, though I haven't seen it this trip. You have amazing powers. And here you are stuck with a group of guys who live to serve the colors red and black. It's all up to you."
"I don't have any money. I have no family. I have no place to go. What do you want me to do?"
"Just come with me. I've got it all figured out."
Devon started to leave, then turned around and walked back to his buddy who got shot. He knelt down and made sure he was still breathing.
"What about them?"
The man shrugged again. "We can take him to the hospital. As for the rest of them, they'll wake up in a few minutes with a splitting headache. It's either them or me. Your past or your future. It's your call."
"Let's go." Devon picked up his fallen friend and slung him over his shoulder. "I'll just leave them with a note. Tell them I'm gone and he's in the hospital."
After Devon did just that, they took a helicopter back to Pennsylvania, to the Academy. Devon and the man talked for hours, the man explaining, Devon inquiring. Eventually, the man took Devon to his huge room on the fifth floor. Devon had never slept in such a bed and lost time doing so for the first time in his life.
He led his small gang into an alley, where a black car waited for him. But the scene wasn't what he expected. Other thugs were laid out on the ground, most unconscious, some moaning in pain. The car's doors were all open, and no one was inside.
The young man, Devon, quickly pulled out his handgun, as did the three who followed him. Bu a single man, dressed in a black business suit stepped out form the shadows. He carried no weapons and didn't look like he could pose a threat at all.
"Devon, is it? Listen, I've got a great deal for you."
Devon smirked as he stepped to the side. His three followers began to shoot. None of them could hit the man, however, as he approached the group. He stood right next to them, and still they couldn't even graze his outfit. Instead, one of the three hit another one, who went down, gurgling. The shooting stopped abruptly.
Devon was outraged. "It's your fault! What do you want from me?!"
The man chuckled. He held out his empty hand, a gesture of peace. Then, too quickly for anyone to react, he rushed the two still holding their guns. They both went down soundlessly as the guns slipped out of their hands in unison, and the man stood before Devon again, smirking.
"I want you to come with me. Give up these losers and do something better with your life."
It was Devon's turn to smirk. "These guys depend on me. What do have that's better than that?"
"A school of people just like you. You'll go to classes, learn about your unique powers. You'll get your high school diploma, too. And we can offer more excitement than these guys can."
Devon nearly laughed out loud. "You want me to give up this freedom to go back to a school? I remember school. Boring classes. Too much homework. Detentions. Report cards. And you want me to do it all again?"
The man shrugged. "We're a better school than that. You have a special talent, Devon. You're a person with a great personality, though I haven't seen it this trip. You have amazing powers. And here you are stuck with a group of guys who live to serve the colors red and black. It's all up to you."
"I don't have any money. I have no family. I have no place to go. What do you want me to do?"
"Just come with me. I've got it all figured out."
Devon started to leave, then turned around and walked back to his buddy who got shot. He knelt down and made sure he was still breathing.
"What about them?"
The man shrugged again. "We can take him to the hospital. As for the rest of them, they'll wake up in a few minutes with a splitting headache. It's either them or me. Your past or your future. It's your call."
"Let's go." Devon picked up his fallen friend and slung him over his shoulder. "I'll just leave them with a note. Tell them I'm gone and he's in the hospital."
After Devon did just that, they took a helicopter back to Pennsylvania, to the Academy. Devon and the man talked for hours, the man explaining, Devon inquiring. Eventually, the man took Devon to his huge room on the fifth floor. Devon had never slept in such a bed and lost time doing so for the first time in his life.
