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It was another boring day in another boring home as Jackson ignored the fourth alarm. He was holed up in his own room in the basement of the Mudge residence that was only a hop and a skip away from school. There was no window to discern a time of day, but by the sound of the footsteps coming down the stairs it was definitely only a few minutes until school started. Sure enough, the door burst open and Greg Mudge, the family patriarch, was standing there in a suit and tie. "[color=gray]Damn it... Jax, hurry up. Throw on some fresh clothes and get to school.[/color]" As the lawyer went to close the door and head off to work, he paused momentarily in the doorway. "[color=gray]Please don't skip today. I need you to watch Tyler's back.[/color]" The groan of acknowledgement from the bed was a sufficient agreement, and Greg went upstairs to get off to work.
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The school seemed just as boring as ever. The last stragglers were rushing towards the building, Jackson's foster brother Tyler included in the mix. Tyler was only 12 but was a Freshman at Garfield High School. He was a prodigy of sorts and an anomaly for an orphan. He was gifted and cheerful, but was also much smaller than most of the other students. An easy target, one that Jackson would go after if he chose to release his anger that way. But today was apparently a good day, as the bullies weren't waiting out front for Tyler. A sigh of relief and obligation passed his lips as he made his way into the building himself.

He went to his first class of the day, Chemistry. He sat in the back of the class, as usual. Chemistry was one of the classes everyone had to take, which would explain why the star of the football team and the resident whiz kid were noticeable standouts from the rest of the crowd. Jackson... he just blended in with the other burnouts. Whispers flooded around him as the other students who didn't care much for the class talked about how "fucked up" they got the night before, and what they were planning to do during lunch. The bell was a saving grace for Jackson as he picked up his messenger bag and tried to make it out of class. Unfortunately, Bruce decided that he was going to collapse onto the ground and block the exit. Something seemed off about him...

And that's when his consciousness broke. Jackson fell to the ground like a bag of bricks, passed out. When he awoke, he was on the floor of the nurse's office on a mat. He felt cold and tingly, but he could make out two voices near him. His fellow classmates, the genius and the jock. There was a sharp pain in Jackson's forehead, and there was clearly a cold sweat dripping from his brow. From the looks of the others, it appeared that it was some kind of flu or virus. Just what Jackson needed. He laid his head back down on the mat and kept his eyes closed. He tried to listen to any nearby conversations, hoping to figure out what was going on.