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Eyes of Red (Trigger, Rage) I stared in what could be a mirror, but in reality, I stared into the mistake a man-made with my DNA. To this day when I do look into a true mirror, my eyes instead of being brown like most dark-skinned males, my eyes are now a icy blue color. This remains true to this day. I was cloned. The clone was brought out to challenge me, it took the darkness that was within me and weaponized it against my friends, and soon enough myself. The explosion in outer space that caught him but sparred me, somehow made him stronger instead of hurting him, or killing him, somehow he was impossible to defeat when before I was stronger, faster, better. Was he holding back? Now we stood with my revived friend, which by the way, was a sad fate to be 11 and near 14 in Nick's and Ryan's case, to know the pain of death is so young, and such a painful way. They with the rest of them stand against my clone, sadly, no matter what, there could be 100 of us, he was still more powerful. That damned training I did only was buying us time until we were all killed, and those two again. I had almost all but submitted to my fate, myself, only being 13 as well. But that damned princess, she mocked me so. But, looking back, that was her way of motivating me to be a better man, her future husband. A 14-year-old wouldn't know the best way, but it was her way. Shadow, my clone, seeing this nearly killed her first. Seeing her on the ground, not sure she'd live, something snapped. Living, dying, myself, nothing mattered. I was just fueled with rage, just like that one time when I was 7. I could feel the difference in the power, but the feeling was the same. I was too mad to care, but I was in far more control of it. This day the eyes of rage were born and so was my fighting spirit. Save her, that was all that mattered, that was all I needed.

"I promise you, I'll get you home," I said to her unconscious body. "All of you, I'll get you home."