(Ádh mór na hÉireann means Luck of the Irish in gaelic, and it's a bit of a saying on my dad's side, just decided to include it.)<br/>Shamus stumbled forward slowly, playing the situation out in his mind. The explosion took out his hand, and tore up a bit of his shoulder. He would be no use at the moment if he went looking for them, and the best chance of helping everyone would be if they thought he was dead. "Well lads, remember me as the man the people loved, not the criminal the law had hated." He said with a frown, wiping some of his shoulder's blood off with his tweed cap, before tossing where the explosion had gone off. "Ádh mór na hÉireann" Shamus said as he walked up to the boiler, forcing it's door open with his dwindling strength.<br/><br/>As Nikolai left the lab, his mind began flashing more and more suddenly, until he stumbled into a locker that seemed familiar. "Number 415, why does that...not again." Nikolai said, as his mind once again blacked out to memories.<br/><br/>The boy struggled to open his locker, getting more and more anxious as shadows creeped in the backround, a sign that the kids that harassed him would be there soon. "Why won't you open locker, give me one time I've ever deserved this trouble." He said with a frown, as he continued struggling to open the locker, not noticing that three older boys had appeared from the hallway. "Does the little freak need help opening his locker, might as well just leave his shit on the floor, it'd make more sense for a monster like him." The lead harasser said, causing the boys behind him to laugh with a mocking tone. "Here freak, let me help you out!" The main harasser yelled, as he threw a heavy punch at the boy.<br/><br/>Nikolai's memory flickered slightly until it came back to the scene, an almost horrifying memory showing in the former's place. The three kids that had harassed the boy lay on the ground, all bloodied, bruised, and clearly dead. The boy did not look the slightest bit afraid, stunned, or even shocked at what happened. A devious grin grew on the boy's face as he opened the locker that had been jammed, having used the lead harasser's head to unjam it. The kid walked away from the scene, the grin never leaving his face as he exited down the stairs.<br/>(This flashback explains why Nikolai's always grinning, for anyone reading this.)