1 The Beginning
PROLOGUE
He was running...
The wind was rustling...
The rain poured heavily..
He was panting....
To tired too carry on,yet, he pushed through, the adrenaline to survive became stronger than the ache in his muscles.
He glanced behind him as gunshots reverberated through the quite street, he was panting heavily as he turned into an alley way, stopping only to catch his breath.
"You can't run from us, come out,come out from wherever you are", the gruff voice mocked him, he ducked behind a dumpster, silently praying, wishing they would lose his trail, he needed some sort of distraction, he had the information imprinted in his brain, seered like a piece of meat.
"WildFire wants you little man, you can't run from him forever", the man gloated. Just a couple feet away he noticed something that shone in his eye, causing him discomfort and blindness, he moved a little so he could see what it was that caught his eye, he kept his gaze firmly on it, adjusting his eyesight, "A phone",he whispered to himself. He couldn't thank his luck enough, slowly, steadily, he made his way towards it, he knew those men were close by, so he had to make sure he wasn't seen.
"Spread out, he couldn't have gone to far", ordered the man, he stilled in his tracks silently praying no one could see him. His began crawling this time, trying not to make any sounds as he did this, he knew that if he didn't reach the phone before he was seen, he couldn't let anyone know what he had found out.
He just hoped that his efforts didn't go to vain, he just hoped this phone worked or was atleast on, he finally reached the phone, it's silver exterior cover explained how the sun reflected onto his eye catching his attention, he couldn't have been more lucky in his life despite his situation, he unlocked the phone, even more grateful there had been no password on it.
Wildfire has her
BRIDGE HIGH SCHOOL
Three simple words to the one person he trusted the most, the most feared leader of The Falcon's Gang, Jake Storm. A simple text , and he pressed send.
"Well, well, well, look at what I found", turning around he met the brown eyes of a bulky man, a bald spot shinin' prominently despite the grey skies, his red face showed rage yet his eyes held mockery at him for being found.
"Garrett, good to see see you man", his voice dripped with sarcasm, defiance reflecting in his smile and bravery etched in his eyes.
"Fortunately I don't share your feelings little man", Garrett scowled. "Grab him", he ordered two of the men, dressed in orange tailored suits.
"He's too late, Storm knows", his eyes move towards the phone, and back towards Garett, a smug look on his face as he watched the colour drain from Garette's face.
"He will find WildFire, you can never beat him ", the young man mocked, certainty in his voice.
"We'll just have to take our chances won't we?", Garett smirked, he held the gun towards the young man, a cocky smile plastered on his face, yet he didn't flinch, defiance and relief reflected in his eyes, it held no fear or guilt.
Staring directly into the face of death, he walked towards it bravely and accepting, he never flinched, nor did he waiver. "See you in hell Garett", he mocked, and with that Garett pulled the trigger.
