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[sub][color=E25107]Location:[/color] [i]Then:[/i] Somewhere in Affluent Brooklyn. [i]Now:[/i] Grimaldi’s Pizzeria
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The sun’s rays peaked over the silent misty mountaintops of the west coast terrain, dawn had broke and the day had started for many young high schoolers like Thor. While he certainly wasn’t exorbitantly rich, he was still quite up there in the affluent neighborhood. While his parents lived in the main house, Thor’s residency took place in the backyard of his Brooklyn mansion. A small little house built in what lavish and spacious land they had that resided on the water and looked out at the city that never slept. To be honest it was impossible to tell if it was night time with all the superficial light that engulfed the cities skylines. As convenient as it was to be privileged, Thor never used it as a badge of pride, living in squalor and poverty would have been fine with him too. Maybe he would have been happier that way or rather truly happy. Whatever the reason, today was what felt like his first day attending his newest transfer school, ready to ‘carpe diem’ and tear up the track. Well so he hoped, but he knew the events that transpired had changed all that. 

In any event, there was no use in dwelling so he continued on with his morning. Thor is a vessel for raw unirridated energy, there was no time of day where he was tired and if he was it only seemed like a passing train. His eyes ripping open he shot directly up from his comfortable king sized mattress to peer around his room. Light tore through his blinds as he got up minutes before his alarm was set. Jumping out of bed he moseyed on down to his record player in part by moon walking over. The dust protector came up, the red light flashed on and the record in hand was spun as he blew any residual dust off. This one, this one was a classic. Record on the tray as it began to spins in anticipation for the needle, a push of a lever and the arm was coming down ready to fill the air with sound. [i][url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FTQbiNvZqaY]"I hear the drums echoing tonight”[/url][/i] entranced by the sound of music, adrenaline shot up through Thor’s spine. Grabbing a stick of deodorant as a microphone and throwing on a pair of shades and a red dress shirt, Thor slid into the focus of his foyer on his rather slippery white socks. 

Jumping around his living room space, he scaled his couch followed by his fire place mantle all before landing on his armchair in front of the TV. Unbeknownst to him, he had sat on the remote as he landed which promptly turned on the TV showing what was going on in the realm of news. The roar of his music seemed to die down almost instantaneously, the world around him was suffocated by silence. His attention was being sucked in by the muffled words of the news anchor. Time slowed as the recap of the Barracuda Virus had still been a hot topic. The banner at the bottom showed just how many had died and the fallout that ensued the whole epidemic. His heartbeat could be heard through his skin, the constant thumping accelerating just a bit more as his mind shot off electric synapses across his brain. It probably looked a lot like the city lights of the five boroughs, so active, so [i]alive[/i]. His breathing slowed, soon the shallow sounds of his breath mixed with the beat of his heart. The only sound left was that of his own. Memories of him overcome with the virus seared through his mind, he was a prospective track and field student who had been getting along with his new school and making several friends. 

So why the sudden twist of fate? Betwixt the chaos and trepidation, Thor seemed to escape the grip of death that the 300 or so others weren’t as lucky to come out of unscathed. His hands began to tremble, a feeling that Thor never experienced before, fear. Fear of the unknown, fear of the unexplainable? This was a different level of fear that didn’t compare to being chase by a dog. It almost engulfed him when a voice pierced through it all and tethered him back to reality. [color=4E4E4E][i]"Thor honey, are you in there? You’re going to be late for work. I don’t think Mr. Moretti will be too pleased.”[/i][/color] her voice sweet like honey with the subtle hint of motherly love. The news was clear and undistorted, his record player had reached the end of the record leaving only the sound of a skipping track, and the soft knocks on his front door were the only sound he heard. His hands were steady and his vitals seemed normal, whatever confusion existed was laid to rest. Turning off the TV, Thor vaulted over the side of his arm chair, [color=E25107]"I almost forgot! I’ll be out in a minute!”[/color] Like a cyclone, Thor ripped through his dresser and his bathroom as he managed to get clothed and cleaned in one fell swoop. 

Grabbing a piece of bread and smearing some semblance of peanut butter, Thor rushed out the door grabbing his back pack. His mother was still making her way back to the main house, he ran up alongside her before giving her a quick kiss on the cheek, [color=E25107]"Bye mom, I love you! I’ll be home later!”[/color] A soft smile formed on her lips, the innocence and youth she had given birth to was second to no one, but more importantly she was just happy her boy survived. A single tear escaping the side of her cheek. 

Thor always used running as his preferred mode of transportation, there was never a dull moment with this boy and whatever social norms made it unacceptable to run places were shattered by this one kid. Thor was back in control, except that he was more than likely going to be late. His eyes were glued on his watch as they darted back and forth from his wrist to the busy streets of mindless zombies. Some of them liked to walk slow, others were engorged by their phones, while others simply stood in the middle of the sidewalk. Almost like Spider-Man, Thor moved nimbly through the streets, his converse shoes scuffed and marked with his tenured track record. Skittering along the edges and vaulting over fences through alleys, the gymnastic runner finally made his way onto the street where Grimaldi’s resided. If Phiddipides could run a marathon in 3 hours, Thor was going to make it to work in 15 minutes. Catching his breath, Thor made sure his appearance was up to snuff before walking in. The bell chimed signaling his arrival, but if that weren’t enough he made his presence known. Throwing his arms up, he looked around, [color=E25107][i]"Are you not entertained?!”[/i][/color] he said triumphantly. 

Or so he thought. When he glanced over to his side he saw a blonde haired goddess, her eyes were a bright blue as cold as ice. And for a moment he could have sworn they froze his feet to the ground, why? Because he tripped over seemingly nothing and fell face first into the table adjacent to him. As he rolled over he knew he had to get her name.