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Now that the humans are gone, what's left to rule the Earth?
Mutants, metahumans, whatever you want to call them, can't help.
They're all gone.
Held hostage.
They could be dead by now.
That seems more likely.
I don't know where they are, or where I am for that matter.
Lost.
I've been here for a while.
I've lost track of what happened to the rest of us.
And I've lost track of time.
All I know is this:
No one was left standing.
Not even the greatest of heroes.
***
In the light, one being was seen to be shown above everything.
This being mourned over the lost of their Earth friends.
They can't do anything but wait.
Wait until it's the right time.
The time to create the human race again.
***
The being started off the human race with about half of its original population.
It would get to where it was eventually.
It wouldn't be fun to make them all at once, would it?
For now, the being lurked in the shadows, in the lights, and in every corner of this new world, watching.
Except something seemed off.
***
Suddenly a flash of light blinded me.
I closed my eyes instinctively.
When I opened them again, I saw I was in the mansion.
Dead.
Everyone was dead.
I was dead.
How am I here?
This must be a joke.
Or an illusion.
I looked around, only to see a lone, shadowy being standing to the side, seemingly looking straight at me, their glowing white eyes mesmerizing me.
Who are you? I tried to call out, but I found my mouth wouldn't move.
The being just tilted its head and whispered only a few words before disappearing into the shadows.
Welcome back, Atlas.
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The year was 2078.
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The Protectors (As Told By Atlas Rand)
Fanfiction[Transmission of Atlas Rand's voiceover is being cut off, please stand by until further notice] Children of superheroes, that's all you need to know. Oh, and they formed a group and they live in a mansion. Story told in the perspective of Atlas Rand...
