2 Prologue

I, grew up in N.Y.C, with my parents and my sister, we had a shitty 3 bedroom apartment and were living uncomfortably. My parents both worked at least 2 minimum wage jobs and were in serious debt. My sister was a year older than me, although she failed 3rd grade and got held back for other various reasons. This caused us to be in the same grade ever since.

I've never really had a lot of friends, we were both bullied a lot because we were really poor and wore cheap clothes and such. Because we were both friendless and we were bullied, we basically became each other's friends. We both have dirty blonde hair and blue eyes, plus I've always been tall for my age so, we looked more like twins than anything. Our family was happy as long as we had each other, but happy things never last long.

Jaxon Butler, the leader of the group that bullied me, and Elizabeth, my sister, had pushed way too far once when I turned 13. I was out of school because it was my birthday. That was the day my sister killed herself. Jaxon and his friends decided to beat her and make her do horrible things while they took pictures and videos and posted them online. My sister decided that she was done before climbing an old cement tower and jumping off. She never said goodbye. My family tried pressing charges, but the judge and jury were both bribed by the bullies' parents.

3 Years Later...

I was laying down trying to get sleep. I was finding it difficult because of all the things I was thinking about, mainly, what I was going to do to Jaxon and his friends. All of a sudden I heard loud bangs and shouting from the living room in the apartment. I got out of my bed and walked over to the door quietly, when I cracked it I couldn't believe what I was seeing. 3 men had broken into our house with guns and knives, and 2 of them were holding my parents while beating the shit out of them.

"Where the fuck is the money you owe us James?!" the one that seemed to be in charge yelled as he beat my dad with the butt of his pistol.

"I d-don't h-have it yet, p-please just g-give us more t-time," my father begged as the wound from being struck started to cause blood to roll down the side of his worn-out and aging face.

"You've had enough time, give me the goddamn money now, or I'm going to have to do the same thing to your family!" the man yelled as he beat my father more.

"P-please just don't hurt my family," my father begged even more.

My mother slipped something out of her pocket, a small kitchen knife, and stabbed it into the man that was holding her down. The knife slid into his thigh, he started shrieking in pain. After he screamed out in pain and let go of her to pull out the knife, she started running towards my bedroom. I saw her staring into my eyes as tears streamed down my face as she started yelling at me.

"RUN ALEX, RUN AS FAST AS YOU CA-"

BANG~

She stopped as a loud sound rang across the building, she started falling forward as her body went limp and hit the floor with a thud.

"Stupid bitch, shoulda just listened to me...' the man said as he was still holding up the gun, " You, grab the boy," he said looking at the lackey that had been stabbed in the leg. The man turned towards me, I was still in shock but I knew that if I stayed there, that the same fate was in store for me. I slammed the door and locked it as I saw him look at me. I turned around quickly for anything I should grab, I thought he wouldn't be able to kick open the door because of his leg, so I had a few seconds. I grabbed the backpack sitting next to the door and opened it as I ran to throw some clothes into it, as well as, put a bowie knife that my grandfather had given me, into the bag. I didn't stop moving once and made my way to the window just as the man made it to the door, man, running from bullies for years had really paid off. I opened the window and climbed into the fire escape and closed the window. I started running down to the grown, it didn't take long because we only lived on the second floor. I heard my window open as I made it to the ground. I turned around and saw my dad holding the man that my mother had stabbed.

"RUN, RUN AS FAST AS YOU CAN!" I heard my dad yell as another loud gunshot rang in my ears and my father going limp was all I could see.

I ran as fast as I could, as far as I could, for as long as I could. I stopped after almost 15 minutes of running and caught my breath in the cold winter night. I looked around realizing that I was in Central Park. I sat down to rest for a minute, when all of a sudden the ground started shaking...

"What's going on?" I questioned as the ground finally stopped quaking after a few moments.

All of a sudden I heard a deafening sound ringing inside my head, followed by an emotionless female voice.

DING~

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