<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/3/33/Wreck_Portrait.jpg)</div><hr/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;"><strong>  Name:</strong>       Marcus Magnusson<br/>  <strong>Title:</strong>          Wreck (Only know to Villains)<br/>  <strong>Affiliation:</strong>  Resistance<br/>  <strong>Location:</strong>   Los Angeles County Art Museum at the corner of Wilshire Blvd and Fairfax Ave<br/>  <strong>Tags:</strong>          Teletrix, Natasha Evans<br/></span></span><hr/><br/>Marcus once again sat vigil over the group of huddled refugees.  He had to get them out of the city, which would mean heading north.  That was good.  It was away from Pestilence and the main force of Apocalypse’s forces in L.A.  West was the port and the airport.  Neither of which they had a chance in hell of reaching safely.  South and East were straight into the lion’s den.  Go north and they could reach the mountains.  Maybe Santa Barbara and the coastal hills would offer these people a chance.  It was more than they would get here.   Santa Barbara…<br/><br/><em>“Hail! Hail! To LA High; noble and strong.<br/>Thy colors blue and white call forth our song.<br/>With praises ringing, true and loyal hearts we bring.<br/>Hail! Hail! To LA High, of thee we sing.<br/><br/>     Hail! Hail! To LA High; our love for thee,<br/>Still lingers close around thy memory,<br/>With never dying faith in thy dear name,<br/>Hail! Hail! To LA High, long live thy fame.”</em><br/><br/>Marcus belted out the school song with his teammates and cheerleaders that shared the team bus. They were driving along Ventura Freeway heading south from Santa Barbara.  It was just after the sun had dropped below the Pacific Ocean off and the foothills of North Los Angeles were dark and featureless.  He couldn’t wipe the big grin off his face.  Two picks, one for six, 10 tackles and two sacks against Rincon!  They had just taken down the number 4 team in the country and his play was much of the reason why.  Not that he would have taken the credit.  He was happy because his team won.  They hadn’t stopped laughing and singing since the game ended.<br/><br/>Marcus spotted his sisters sitting in the front of the bus.  They kept the players and the cheerleaders separate.  It was tradition.  He gave Haley and Harmony a wave and they waved back with smiles as wide as his own.  Harmony tapped another cheerleader that sat between her and Haley on the shoulder and said something to the girl.<br/><br/><div class="floatright">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/f/f8/CassandraCrane.jpg)</div>She turned around and looked at Marcus.  Cassandra Crane.  She had dyed her normally pink and blue hair blue and white, the school colors, for the game. L.A. was painted artfully on one cheek, he couldn’t see what was painted on the other. She had pulled the blue and white ribbon from her hair after she got on the bus and her long hair framed her face perfectly.  There couldn’t have been a girl more opposite of Marcus.  Where he was big and rough, she was small and delicate.  Her eyes were dark and deep, where his were pale and blue.  She had this slight up-turn at the tip of her nose and the face of an angel.  Well that was how Marcus looked at her anyway and right now those deep dark eyes were looking back at him.  She gave him a mischevious smile and blew him a kiss, long and slow.<br/><br/><br/>Marcus could feel the heat building up his neck and onto his face.  Realizing he was beginning to blush didn’t help the situation and he knew without seeing that he would soon be very red.  It didn’t keep him from singing along and he gave her the same big smile he had given his sisters only bigger.<br/><br/>He could see his sisters giggling and Cassandra turned around to say something back to them.  Marcus’s best friend Kevin rapped his arm around Marcus’s shoulder.  “Damn man.  When are you going to ask her out?  I’m telling you, if you don’t I will.  Cass is hot.”<br/><br/>Marcus pushes his fellow lineman away from him and tries to give him a glare that fails miserably.  Kevin’s laugh was deep and full.  He enjoyed making his friend uncomfortable about Cass.  He also wanted Marcus to man up and ask her out.<br/><br/>“Man, she likes you.  I can tell.”<br/><br/>“Really?  You can tell?”  Marcus replied.  He looked at Kevin like he didn’t believe him, but he was really interested in what he knew and Kevin knew it.<br/><br/>“Trust me man.  I know.  I tell you what.  You set me up with Haley and all give you my source.”<br/><br/>“You wish.” Marcus punched him in the shoulder with a laugh, but his eye was drawn back to Cassandra and his sisters who were still giggling and occasionally stealing glances back in Marcus’s direction.<br/><br/>“Ouch.” Kevin laughed rubbing his shoulder.  “Seriously though, Haley told me…Hey what the hell is tha-“<br/><br/>Kevin’s exclamation was cut off by a thunderous crash and the bus flipped onto its side, rolling over the tiny guard rail and off the edge of the cliff.   Noise filled Marcus’s ears as he was tossed forcefully against Kevin who was hammered into the side of the bus by Marcus’s body.  As he bounced off of his friend and began to spin into the air everything slowed like he was in the Matrix.  Bodies flying around him like rag dolls slowed to a stand-still along with the shattered filaments of glass and tiny fragments of metal that had sheared off from the force of the impact.   Time seemed to stop completely in that one terrifying moment…until the pain started.<br/>