Chapter 3
I woke up the next morning in a heap on the floor,
"hello nico," said a voice next to me "how did you sleep?"
I noticed the voice was that of my friend Mark.
"Not very well at all." I replied
"I can't even contemplate what you are going through at the moment," he said
"but I know it's hard."
Mark had always understood me he could tell my moods and my thoughts it was as if he was inside my head, which had always scared me a little.
"When did you get here?" I asked
"I'm not to sure actually, but when I got here you were out cold."
I wondered if he knew where sister was, I mean Mark knew everything about the city of Manhattan, and most of it's inhabitants, if he didn't know who would?
"Mark do you know where my sister is? I was going to follow there car but I was knocked out."
He replied "I may have a vague idea, but, you must heal before we leave." to my knowledge I wasn't to badly injured I tried to get up but I fell in pain
"don't move I've just bandaged the wound, it looks like you were stabbed in the leg,I'm surprised you weren't killed by the bullets I found in the wall, but I suppose you've never been badly hurt by machinery before that's maybe why you weren't shot."
He was right a couple of years ago there was a large gang war in Manhattan and I was caught in a crossfire with my sister and I had tried to shield her with my body the bullets had curved around my body, after that I was known as a hero but I knew I had nothing to do with it, I could feel it in my bones it had come from another power an older unexplainable power.