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History
Christopher Mackintosh grew up in the city. Lowell, Massaschusetts. Crime around every corner. He always saw thought it frightening, as a child. But as he grew older, so did his mind. He began to think it was worth something. It had a purpose, a moral. It showed him Earth's true colors. Only one day, he saw a force fighting for good. A god among humans, a human among ants. His name was Thor.

His family was normal. Boring, in Christopher's eyes. Never saw anything unusual. Except one day, the thing he wanted most, a twist in his life, scarred him forever. He and his brother Max were walking home from school. Through dangerous alleys, they went. But in the darkness of the tunnel, his brother was snatched. The thief took his cash, but had something else in mind. He reached in his back pocket, pulled out a knife, and stabbed his brother. Forever would the reflection of that moment be in his eyes. He started to run, which he thought– knew, was in vain. He looked back, against his own judgement, to see the murderer still chasing him. He found a play bow on the ground outside of a family's condo, and snatched it quickly. As he ran he attached it to the buckles on the back of his bag. He kept running, and in the distance he saw a boy carving a stick to a sharp point at the end. He ran even faster in that direction. Closer, and closer he grew as the murderer also grew closer. Christopher snatched it, a 17 year-old boy taking a stick from a 12 year-old. He pulled the bow out of the buckles and got in ready position to shoot. He leaped up into the air, made a 180º turn, and shot. The arrow shot through the air, and Christopher's eyes followed it. It seemed as if it were going in slow motion in Chris's eyes. The arrow pierced directly next to the heart, in a place it would not kill him, but stun him long enough for the police to arrive.