Eric's Thoughts

[EHF]

"It's been a long time."

He remembered it, clear as day, the first time he woke up. The rain... and the Exiles waiting there for him. Three of them, standing at the corner, grouped together, making gestures at him while talking amongst themselves. Finally, they approached, grinning psychotically.

One of them had a pair of sunglasses on, and a red spiked up mohawk, muscle shirt, and baggy jeans. So did the other two, far as clothes went. The other two had long blonde hair with blue and red streaks in it. All of them were heavily tattooed on the arms, flames and the like. And all of them were now standing around him.

"Ya jes' woke up, didn' ya?" One of them said, rasping, before the group broke out into a low laugh, and the bigger one stepped in, pushing him on the chest.

"... I don't want any trouble."

"Tha's too ba', fella, cause trouble jes' foun' -you-."

Before the first one could strike his eyes bulged out, and his body quivered, before falling into the fetal position, when he received a swift kick in the groin.


... Another drop of rain, and he snapped out of his daze, looking around. "... Too long. Wish I knew where he was now..."