The Mogadorians stopped at the mouth of the alley.

I took that to my advantage.

I slammed the blade into the earth with both hands and created a large shockwave to them that uprooted large chunks of concrete and I grabbed them with my telekensis and flung it at them. They snap out of their confusion and dodge the attack as I run over to my sword and pull it out of the ground and start running at them.

They didn't have their blasters on them. Every Mog does.... I don't dwell on that fact for long as one start rushing up to meet me.

He had no weapon on him but when he got closer a long blade slid out from somewhere up his sleeve. Our blades clashed and for a second we just hung in the air like that, me and a Mog clashing, but then I gripped the blade tighter and I felt a shockwave go through the sword and hit him.

He went flying into the side of a building. I stare at the sword. It amplified my power somehow. I looked at the Mog that attacked me, he was not dead, he was alive. If it was a factoryborn, it would have been disentagrayed. This one was just bleeding, a pureborn. I hold the sword tighter as the rest rush at me. One launches a series of kicks and punches at me that I barely dodge. Another is holding what looks like two icicles in their hands, and I was able to deflect a blow.

I guess the training the Mogs gave me still worked even when I'm not under their control. The sky seemed to get darker like a storm was brewing and I saw one with their arms up in the air and somewhat floating off the ground. A blast of lightning strikes by my side, that if I was any closer to the left I would be dead. One has fire blazing over his hands and he throws fireball after fireball at me.

I dodged (read, ran away from) the first two but the third one hit me in the chest. I gasp in pain as I fall to the floor. This burning sensation was unlike any other I had ever felt before. I try to get up with my sword as a support but I feel a hand grasp the collar of my jacket and pin me to the wall, then they harshly grab my neck.

Terrified, I try to get a better look at my attackers. Their sunglasses and hood have fallen off and I see their not even Mogs, they're people, and the one holding me has the same chocolate brown eyes as the boy that was siting next to Adam. 'Yup, definitely a garde.' I say to myself. Another one comes up, and the girl I mistook for a boy with the icicles came up to me. I saw a dark look in her eyes as she created another one to put in my throat. I had to think quickly. 'DO SOMETHING YOU LITTLE USELESS PIECE OF GARBAGE I CALL A BRAIN!'

"Wait!" I shout out. There was a half and half chance that they were going to stop, so I took that risk.

The one holding me stares at me. "What?" He says impatiently.

Rushing, I spit out, "For god's sakes I'm not a Mog!"

He looks at me again, "Like I said before, What?"

I lightly claw at his hand around my neck as he tightens his grip, "Well if I could breathe I would tell you."

Another garde, this one with blonde hair and a stern look on his face places his hand on the Brunette boy's shoulder, and one on Ice girls also, and the girl backs off.

He loosens his grip and I take my leg and I fling it over his arm and somehow manage to wriggle free of his grasp and stand in the alleyway openly, and they all turn on me.

Sighing I slowly get down on my knees and hold my hands up over my head and pull of my cap.

"No offense Adam, but your friends are halfway insane, and I mean that in the nicest way possible."

I look up and I see the pale teen shove his way through the crowd and look at me,

"Really?" Is all he says.

"Nice to see you to." I reply.