On Iridescent Wings

Chapter 2

Trent stared at her… why should he know her? For all he knew she was just a street rat…but…then again everyone here was a sort of street rat.

All the houses are falling down; the shops are boarded up and ran down. These days under Jack's command, a once flourishing town now lies in ruins. All the people are on the streets starving; only the supporters of Jack are in charge.

Trent snorted, "Why? Should I?"

"It's been so long sense I've seen you, I guess I shouldn't be surprised" she smiled softly but her ice blue eyes held another story.

The young man stared at her sadden streaked eyes. He turned slightly so she couldn't see his face "sorry, but I don't remember much of my past," he started to walk away but stopped as he heard the girl whisper.

"Many people say if you have no past you have no future," Startled by the statement Trent jumped around to find the young lady staring up at a smashed in window to her left, " But you're sort of like me, we had a tough past… so we locked it up and threw away the key"

"Who are you?" Trent asked confused but she just smiled still staring up at the window not saying anything.

The officer came around the corner, "There yer are, ya retched kid!" He was breathing heavily and sweat streamed down his pink pace, "I've run all 'ver Bailon tryin to find ya and now I…" He noticed the girl staring at a building, "And who might yer be?"

"Your business is with me, you overweight baboon!" Trent started to get mad at the policeman's persistency of trying to catch him. Getting a head start Trent sprinted away from the alley.

"Hey! Get back 'ere, boy!" The officer pushed the blue eyed girl out of the way and ran after the teen.

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Mark woke from his slumber on the couch, to see Naomi standing next to the window, arms folded on chest.

"Did you have nice dreams of pink unicorns and dandelions?"

"Shut up, Naomi! And when did you get home?"

"Be quiet, you might wake the others!" She spared a glance at Andy's sleeping form sprawled out on the floor before turning her attention back to something outside.

"If anything, the noise outside is going to wake them…. What is it?" Mark carefully jumped over the other boy making his way to the window. "What's going on out there?"

"Nothing, go back to bed," Naomi watched Mark get closer to the window, knowing full well he wouldn't just drop it and go back to sleep.

She stocked away as Mark approached to take up her watch.

"Be careful not to be seen!"

"I'm not that stupid!" He snapped at the grinning red head girl. He turned back to watch a boy, no older then Mina, the youngest, being dragged down the streets by some policemen.

"We should help him!" He turned heading toward the door.

Naomi intercepted him halfway there, "No, we shouldn't!"

"That kid is going to be brought to jail! And for what reason? Just being alive?" Mark pushed past Naomi, but felt her hand grab his, pulling him back almost crashing into her.

"That's not our problem," Naomi continued before the growling boy could say something, "what would happen when you run out of this ABANDENED apartment to help some poor kid you don't know? Not only would you be captured but the cops would come in here and find the rest of us! NO!"

Naomi let go of Mark, stormed beyond the girl's room to hers, leaving a bewildered brown haired boy to watch the poor kid try to escape; but to no avail. His grayish blue eyes confused.

Finally after a few minutes, Mark crawled over Andy to his place on the couch, soon falling into a restless sleep. No pink pony's this time.

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Trent woke to the sun shining in his eyes. Blast the sun! Why… that's not the sun… Trent looked up to the sky and noticed the sun was behind the grey clouds. If that's the sun then what was shinning in the boy's eyes?

Standing up, he sleepily made his way to where he thought the blinding light came from. When he found it, Trent picked up a gold locket.

Trent fell down on his hands and knees, as his eye's adjusted to the dim light, he felt the coldness of a dusty concrete floor, a sound caught his attention

Looking up, the teen noticed the room he was in was rectangular, no windows to bring in the warmth of the sunlight to this bleak room, only a closed iron door

A tall man stood with his back facing the teen, a strap that appeared to be goggles held up his dirty blond hair, he wore a brown overcoat and black boots.

"Jack!" Trent hissed, standing up to make a mad dash for the door

"TRENT! You're despicable!" Trent growled, "Punch faster; don't let that over weight son of a bitch beat you! You're never going to beat a ladybug at this rate!"

"What the HELL are you talking about?" For some reason Jack didn't even spare him a glance, it was almost if he didn't know Trent was behind him.

Looking beyond "Mr. Goggles" Trent noticed there were… kids! At least one-hundred of them all fighting an opponent. Among the children… how could Trent not have noticed before? He stands out perfectly… tall for his age, muscular for a 13 year old, brownish red eyes, and messy dark brown hair. It was Trent… a younger version, but if that's true then Trent must be in the past… his past… his MEMERIES!

The younger Trent glares at Jack but doesn't say anything, he just held up his fists and, with the other odd number of children, punched, kicked, head butted, body slammed their opponent.

"TRENT FASTER, DAMN YOU, FASTER!!!" Young Trent looked over at something in the shadows behind him, he nods to whatever it is and turns back when Jack yells at him again. "With dignity, my children," Trent growls as Jack rises up his arms, "with impeccable strength…"

"Trent…Trent…TRENT!!!" The said person snaps his eyes open, his vision slightly blurred could just barely make out the three annoying shapes of his teammates and the stupid cat.

"Man, Trent, what happened?" Chorus asked worry drowning in his voice.

"Yeah, I woke up just in time to see you collapse!" Akkarin stated.

"I…" there are no words describe what he just experienced. Trent looked down at his right hand clasped tightly over something. Opening it slightly, he finds a golden locket! 'I feel like I've seen this somewhere before…but where… DAMN, how come I can remember my training but I can't remember something as simple as this?!'

"What do you have there, Trent?" Trace asked practically jumping on the older boy

Trent pushed everyone out of his way and strutted out the alley with not so much as a "good bye."

"Mr. Sunshine!" Chorus yelled but Trent was too far into his thoughts to care.

In the shadows a figure crouched behind a dumpster, staring down the opposite alley where the gang stood arguing. "So you found it! But I wonder what you make of it…" Smirking as it watches a fuming Trent stroll off towards the destroyed park. It stands as if to fallow before realizing it may not intervene, "Sorry, Trent, but you must figure this out on your own this time!"