Five years earlier in our world:

"Ow, my head," moaned a young teen as he struggled to sit up. He opened his eyes and found himself laying on several carboard boxes. Heaps of trash bags lined the brick walls of a wide ally.

"Where am I?" he thought aloud. As he touched his head, he felt a warm sticky liquid on his fingers. He looked at his hand now covered in the red substance.

Blood? Why am I bleeding? What happened? How did I get here?

He saw a broken mirror a few feet away and used it to try and inspect his wound. He gasped when he saw the figure staring back. He turned to look behind him, but no one was there.

Is that me?

He looked again. Cracks distorted his features. Tilting his head, he saw a large gash near his temple, his green hat just barely covering it.

"You're still ugly," said a voice coming from a dumpster. A set off blue eyes where peeping from beneath the lid.

The boy dropped the mirror, creating more cracks in the glass. "Who…who's there? Show yourself."

"Aren't we the bossy one," said the voice in the dumpster. He slowly pushed the lid up revealing the same type of hat the other boy wore only blue.

"You…you look just like me. We have the same face."

The boy with the blue hat frowned. "Are you calling me ugly?"

"What? No. Here." He picked up the mirror and showed it to the boy in the dumpster.

The boy in the dumpster scoffed. "You're still uglier."

"Do you know why we're here or who I am?" The green capped boy walked towards the dumpster.

"Hey, hey, whoa. Keep your distance. I don't want any trouble. Put the sword down, alright?"

"Sword?" The green capped teen looked down. His hand gripped a sword with an emerald jewel on the hilt. "Oh, I didn't even know I had this!"

The blue capped boy squinted suspiciously. "You're weird."

"Well, at least I'm that. How about you come out of there? I promise I won't hurt you. See. I'm putting the sword down. I'm walking away. See. I'm not going to hurt you. Will you come out now?"

The blue capped teen sighed and pushed the lid up. Throwing his own sword outside the dumpster, he tried to climb out but slipped and fell back in.

"Are you ok?" said the kid as he rushed towards the dumpster. "Oh, my gosh! You're hurt!"

"No, du, Greenie."

"Greenie?" He tried to help the 'blue' kid out of the dumpster.

"Ow. Ow. Ow. Watch…watch the arm!"

Greenie looked at it once he'd safely gotten his acquaintance out of the dumpster. "I think it's broken. And please don't call me Greenie."

"We'll what do I call you then?"

Greenie looked at his clothing and sighed. "I guess just call me Green. And I'll call you…Blue?"

Blue glanced at his own clothes and nodded reluctantly. "Blue. That works."

Green took his sword and cut off a piece of the tunic he was wearing. He then found two pieces of broken wood.

Blue gulped and backed away as his new acquaintance approached him. "What are you doing?"

"Relax. I'm just putting a splint on your arm." After a couple of minutes, Green stood back and admired his work. "Not great, but it will do for now."

"Thanks," said Blue. "What about you? You head doesn't look that good."

Green nodded. "We both need medical attention. But I'm okay. I'll—"

"What do we have here?" said a voice behind them. A couple of punks on our turf."

Three teens looking older than them were standing in the opening of the ally.

"We don't want any trouble," said Green as he picked up his sword.

"Oh, look," said the tallest one. "It's Peter Pan!" He looked around "Where's Wendy?"

The shorter one snorted. "I've never seen a blue Peter pan before. He looks ridiculous! Ha! Ha!"

"Why I ought to—" said Blue as he grabbed his own sword.

Green stepped to the side to block him. "Like I said. We don't want any trouble. We'll just be on our way."

"I don't think so," said the tall one. "No one just walks into our turf and then just walks out without permission."

"Yeah!" said the middle sized one.

"We'll," said Green, "Do we have your permission to leave?"

The three looked at each other and started laughing.

The tall one wiped the laugh tears from his eyes. "Oh, man, you kids are strange. Tell you what. You leave us those fancy swords and we'll let you go."

"No," responded Green.

"No?" said the tall one. "Nobody tells me no."

Green shrugged his shoulders. "Well, I just did."

"That's it!" said the tall one. "Get them."

Blue swung his sword backwards and used the hilt to punch the middle sized one in the stomach.

Green tripped the tall one with his sword and punched the short one in the face.

After two minutes of fighting, it was over.

"Not bad," said Blue. "How did you learn to fight like that?"

"I wish I knew," said Green staring at the unconscious three. "I could ask you the same question."

Blue shrugged his good shoulder. "You're not so bad, Greenie. I might let you hang around with me."

Green frowned, panting and held his head. "I'll take that…as a complement."

"Green, you feeling okay? You don't look so good."

"I…I…just need to—"

"Green!" shouted Blue trying to catch him with his good arm. "Green. Answer me. Oh, no. No. No. No. Come on. Wake up. Don't die. Come on."

Green blinked and mumbled something.

"Good. Come on. You have to try and stand. I'm going to get you some help."

Green closed his eyes again.

"NO! Green, wake up! I can't carry you by myself."

A moan echoed from behind them from one of their foes.

Blue marched over and pointed his sword at the tall one's chest. "Get up."