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The building was made of solid brick, yet his fist seemed to go through it like butter. What kind of monster was this? The mutant turned and looked at me, eyes calculating and cold. His name would be brick from now on, from how easily he started to tear the foundation from the building that was supposed to withstand even time.
His mind wandered back to a time when he was happier. Suddenly he was back in todays world with all the troubles. He missed that small respite in his day. He longed for the memories to return