Cyr let out a deep sigh. He peered down at his hand, outstretching it and looking at it with an allmost childlike curiosity. The blood trickled down onto his palm. Adruptly, images from the past came into his mind.
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Cyr's world went grey, everything around him shifted. He could see it... A playground... Shocked gazes... Sirens... Lots of sirens... Shouting... Shouting... Yelling, crying... A broken wall...
And a boy with a broken neck embedded in it. He was still looking at his hand, with the childlike curiosity. Still the sirens came, footsteps came closer, men in blue and black... A hand wrapped around his shoulder...
"NO!" The young Cyr screamed, tears flowing down his eyes. "GET AWAY FROM ME!"
He stood up, turned, and ran. Footsteps came after him, an image of energies swirling around his feet. He became light, lighter now... As a feather as he closed his eyes. A rush of exitement and fear sweapt over him.
He was flying!
A bullet shuddered into his shoulder, he started to fall, fall... Fall... Into the forest, a feeling of darkness and mystery sweapt over him... There was no impact, just falling... Falling...
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"NO!" Cyr let out a massive psychic scream from the flashback, a un-harmonized brain wave sweapt over him and all those within a fifty yard radius from the psychic scream. Sending his head into massive turmoil for a few seconds before he collapsed on the ground. Still looking at his hand.
Falling... Falling...
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