It's cold. It's always cold. September? October? I can hardly keep track anymore. Maybe I should save up for a calendar. Maybe not. It doesn't REALLY matter.

"Hey! Watch it!" I hear as I weave expertly through the crowd. Then later, "Where's my wallet!?" But it's too late, I've already disappeared into the crowd once again.

My name is Troy, I'm 16 years old, and I'm alone. An orphan, a thief. I'm about 5' 9", slightly lanky. My dark black hair sweeps across my face, years of neglect evident. I'm told my emerald green eyes are piercing, but warm. I'm quick, too. Quicker than anyone I've ever met. Not just fast, but quick fingered, quick thinking. I can snatch a wallet and disappear into the crowd faster than they can turn around.

I wasn't always alone, though. I was in a gang once. I have been since I was 13. I left though, about a month ago. The gang life was never really for me, so I left. Unfortunately if you're in this gang, you're in for life. So they hunt me. But they haven't found me, not yet.

$47 from that guy? Funny how the wealthiest are always the rudest. I throw the rest of the wallet in a trashcan; I'm not interested in his driver's license or credit cards.

$47 will hold me over for a while. No need to steal more than I need and risk getting caught. I duck out of the crowd into a McDonalds. Quick as a flash, I buy a 20 piece McNugget and head back out into the cold. A gust of wind chills my face, and I put my hood up. This life isn't so bad, as long as you have the proper skills. I mean, I would be in school right now, and nobody likes school. I've never even been there and I know that.

I walk quickly through the crowd; no need to dawdle. Where I'm walking to, I'm not quite sure. I have to stay migrant to keep ahead of the gang, so I don't really have a "home". I've slept in boxes, dumpsters, and even sewers. I take a McNugget out of my pocket and scarf it down while I walk. Maybe I'll have breakfast tomorrow, too.

I walk with my head down to keep the wind out of my face, still not sure where I was going.

"I see him," the man in the suit says into his secret-service style headset, as his gaze follows a teenager with a 20 piece McNugget, "We'll have him soon enough."

"What are you waiting for?" A man speaks on the other end.

"Los Diablos," the the suited man replies, "his old gang is hot on his trail, and I'd hate to nullify all their hard work," he laughs, "We let them rough him up a bit, swoop in, kill 'em, and take our prize."

"Do not fail me," the other end's voice was stern and demanding,"or you will die with them."

This is just to spark your interest! I'm going to write the first 5 chapters and release them in quick succession, so I may not update for a while. Please review, follow, and favorite if you enjoyed!
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