New York was a dangerous place and you knew that the day you moved there. What you didn't realize was just how dangerous it really was.

Cars were being tossed, windows were being shattered, people were screaming and running away from the destruction of the city. You were stuck in the mess, hiding behind a car as you try to wait for the area to calm down a little before you can start running again. That's when another car goes flying in your direction and you brace yourself for the impact but it never comes. Instead, someone grabs you and whisks you away from all the chaos in an instant.

He gently sets you down on the ground where he knew it was safe and he stepped back a little with a small smirk. "You alright? You're lucky I got there when I did." It was a tall boy with bright white hair and a sleek green and white suit with goggles over his eyes. "You can call me Speed." He says shooting you a wink before he zooms away back to the city.