A short section of the opening scene for the official first chapter of my latest X-Men fanfic
Everything about this city is so strange, and it's only gotten worse since the streets became my home. The boy thought to himself.
He remembered having that exact thought go through his mind and shortly after becoming officially homeless. He couldn't understand why this city was so full of villainy and hatred, or why someone like him had to face prejudice just for how he was born.
Lately, his situation only helped to feed the dark section of his own mind—a state he called the Void. He had dealt with it since childhood. Back then, his parents dismissed his extreme mood swings as "acting out" or just "being spoiled." But it was different in a way he still couldn't describe. He couldn't explain it, nor could he control it.