Prompt Writing Day 3: In the Beginning...
I wrote way more than I intended for today's prompt ): It's Jack's "origin" from Hunters' Reprise
Two Hunters had found the red-head kid out in an alleyway not far from the Bunker while tracking down some criminals... This wasn't as unusual as it seemed, Leon Bennet and Drake Thomas had seen and even gone looking for boys with genefreak heritage; even so, there was a problem.
The kid was facing down the mobsters they had been looking for. Long story short, they killed the men and carried a very injured little boy back to the bunker.
His hair betrayed his type, two-toned red and black marked him as an Iron, which luckily meant he healed quickly of his abrasions from the skirmish. Adversely and unluckily it meant he recovered fast enough to leave some marks of his own on the two men who had saved him.
It took a lot of calming down and explaining things before he would finally except the Bunker as his new home.
When it came down to it, there was no denying that the boy was almost entirely nocturnal, most likely by a forced habit. By the time night rolled around, the newest member of the Bunker was bound to be wandering the concrete paths of the warehouse building where the shed-dorms were with a nervous distrust in his eyes. It was assumed as natural, the boy was half-wild when they found him and had admitted to close encounters with people of less-than-savory natures, so his behavior was excused for a time, so long as he didn't run off or cause trouble. When he did sleep, he folded himself up in odd spaces that seemed far too small for even a lanky thirteen-year-old like the Iron boy.
The trouble eventually came though, when other boys in the Bunker began to mirror his distrust. It wasn't long before natures clashed and fights were picked. Leon had taken notice that the other boys didn't take kindly to the strange actions and tried to warn him away from it before at the very least... Not like that worked too well...