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You know your life is going to be an adventure when you're found at a doorstep, a pale shivering woman clinging onto you with her last breath, the heavens unleashing all their pent up emotions unto you in the form of rain and curled insignia of a proud Raven inked unto your tiny shoulder.

This was the situation for Aaron Cross as his four day old self lay soaking wet and wailing in a drenched blanket. The fair haired woman at his side summoned all her power and crawled wearily towards the door, hand out reached for the bell. Her pale slender fingers managed to give the button a push after which they slack to her side. Once more she dragged herself towards the infant and cradled him into her weak arms. Her fingers reached for the pendant on her neck, the green orb shining as she placed a hand over it, yanked it off and carefully placed into the closed palm of little Aaron whose crys had seized at the touch of the gleaming stone. The woman didn't let go of the boy, she couldn't, not yet. Moments passed before she finally heard the sound of footsteps coming from beyond the door and a sad smile set unto her face.

"Don't forget, Aaron." She said in a whisper as she laid cold lips unto her baby's now warm forehead.

"And don't show fear." And with those final words she let go of the only thing still keeping her grounded and faded away, the harsh winds carrying away the last memory of Wyvera Cross.

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15 years later...

The joyful crys of others were heard as they ran across the field doing God knows what .The guys were all keeping themselves busy with some sort of sport and the girls were just hanging around. It was always like this on Wednesdays. For some reason, the teachers always had a meeting during last period and the kids usually just did whatever until closing.

A pair of laughing girls stood up from their seats in the bleachers, revealing a lone boy staying at the back, his eyes trailing their retreating figures. No one had bothered to ask him if he wanted to do anything and quite frankly he didn't care. Aaron was one of those people who were perfectly content on their own.

The sudden blast of the three thirty bell interrupted Aaron's 'watching' as he stared at the brick red building of his highschool in which all the others had started walking towards. As soon as the ground was void of any person, Aaron carefully stood up from his seat in the back and started down the stairs. The moment his feet touched the ground, he felt a strong force push behind him and found himself face flat on the dirt.

A pair of figures overshadowed the boy as he attempted to get up, an effort that was made futile because of the boot to his back.

"Where're ya trying to go Cross?" The skinny one to the right called, a dirty snarl on his round face. Aaron struggled under his hold, squirming like a worm would when you grace its body with the tasteful substance known as salt. He stopped when he received a heavy kick to the side. His body curled as he wrapped his arms around himself, groaning, and he looked at the faces of his tormentors.

Towering of him was the smug face of Gerard Hog. His last name was highly befitting of him seeing as he clearly resembled a pig with his large physique,pink face and belly that could only be referred to that of a pot. His hair was a dirty blonde and like him truly lived up to its name seeing as there was always some
mud or a twig entangled in it. To Gerard side was another boy, a bit taller and a lot slimmer than his companion with overgrown brown hair and a devilish smirk gracing his features. Jack Flint was the guy that Aaron constantly wanted to slap in the face with a baseball bat, the bane of his existence and his absolute worst enemy, even more so than Gerard McPorkFace. Aaron felt nothing but contempt towards these two.

He looked up at them, forcing every fiber of his being not to lash out and hurt them in the ways that he knew that he could. Aaron restricted himself, something he still hadn't got the hang of, and lay groaning on the floor.

"Answer me you little bitch!" Jack yelled as he forcefully pulled Aaron of the ground, yanking him by his collar. Gerard stood by his side laughing and then proceeded in landing a strong punch right in his gut. Aaron let out a whelp, which seemed to amuse Gerard even further because he laughed even harder, his face jiggling and turning even more pink than usual, and unleashed another punch on Aaron's torso.

"You think I'm gonna let you go after last time, huh? " What happened last time? Well, let's just say that Aaron got a bit... out of control.

In a few moments, Aaron was on the ground again hands flailed over his head in defense as Jack and Gerard let out punch after punch, kick after kick unknown to them that with each hit Aaron was getting closer and closer to snapping.
Aaron caught sight of a huge boot about to hit his face and decided he'd had enough of their bullshit.

He wanted to hurt them. Bad.

He concentrated all his willpower at Jack and before he knew what was happening, he heard a large crack coming from above him. Thinking he'd done it, he looked to his side and saw Jack cradling himself on the ground but realized it wasn't his doing when he noticed Jack trying to shield himself from the large stick that was hitting him repeatedly.

The wielder of said stick then turned to face Gerard and used the heavy object to smack him across the face. Gerard stumbled backwards, his cheek red and swollen from the impact. He looked at his attacker, fear written evidently on his face. Aaron couldn't help but hate Gerard even more at that moment. No matter how many times they'd punch him in the face or kick him in the solar plexus Aaron could never fear these two idiots, never.

Gerard ran as fast as the two stumps he called legs could carry him, tripping over imaginary stones and unseen logs . The attacker turned to face Jack, dragging the stick across the ground like a deranged Harley Quinn, or just Harley Quinn really. She walked past Aaron and he smiled knowingly at the familiar face of his 'sister', Jo. She shot him a smirk and then walked past him, heading towards the boy she'd come to know, and hate, as a sniveling pile of horse crap.

"Beat it." She snarled upon reaching him. Jack had a bit of a struggle picking himself up but when he finally found his footing he scurried away, his tail tucked between his legs. Jack only dared to look back once during his wobbly retreat and when he did he was greeted with a growl from Jo. He jumped in his pace and before he finally disappeared you could notice the darkening of his pants.

Jo bent over, shoulders shaking with mirth. Her blue streaked hair was still bobbing when Aaron kicked himself up from the floor, dusting the dirt off himself.

"You all right?" She asked him as she dropped the stick on the ground and bent over hands on her knees.

Aaron nodded his head affirmatively. Other than a couple of bruises to the side and cut above his eyebrow from when he fell, he really was fine. Aaron was a fast healer and never really worried about stuff like cuts and bruises.

"Good." Jo said and then she punched him hard in the shoulder. Aaron sulked and rubbed his shoulder.

"What'd you do that for." He whined like a ten year old.

"That-" she said poking at his shoulder, smiling as he winced "-was for you being a coward and letting those nimrods hand you your ass. What do I always tell you?"

"Woman u-"

"WOMAN THE FUCK UP!" She yelled clearly cutting Aaron off but he was used to it. Interrupting and yelling were two things that Jo was exceedingly good at and also did very often.

Jo was an acquired taste, like fine wine or caviar, except not as classy. With her overly abrasive attitude and aggressive tendencies, most people tend to shy away from her. She 'fed off the harm of people'. At least that's what most of her peers said. They'd all exiled her deeming her too strange for company and that how she met little Aaron, they were both in the same position you see. Even though she was at least three years older than him, she felt more of a bond with this boy than she had with most anyone she'd ever met in her life. She felt wanted when around Aaron, needed, even. She was his big sis and he, her little bro, taking on the world with a raggedy, but handy, stick in one hand and a seemingly useless neck decoration in the other.

"I'm sorry okay? I was gonna but then you came and well I didn't need to anymore." Aaron answered,head down in embarrassment. He hated when he thought Jo was mad at him.

Jo tried to put on a strong front but one look at Aaron and she was crumbling. She let out a sigh and draped a hand across Aaron's shoulders. He feebly looked up and she shot him a grin.

"Come on. Let's go home."

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