(prologue)
Bruce sat alone in the dark too scared to move, to injured to try. His wavy blonde hair was now coarse and matted with blood against his head. His 12 year old body was shivering, regardless of his tattered sweater, as he quickly looked around him in every direction. It was useless to see in the darkness. he regained his wits and remembered he fell into the cellar moments after they came and narrowly escaped with his life. he wondered how long he was here for and how long it would be before he died without medical attention. The deep scratch in his left arm shot pain through his body with every beat of his heart. he then glanced at his glowing watch, the only light in the room. what? it's been 5 hours...why havent i.... it was the last thought he had before passing out on the cold floor.
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