Author's notes : Hey guys, Storm here. This is my first story on this site. You may or not recognize this story, if you do you saw this on my WattPad account. If you don't know this story then welcome. The first few chapters are short, but they slowly get longer. I hope you enjoy this MiniCat story.

I apologize if there is errors in these chapters, I don't have time to re-read this at the moment, but I will edit later for sure.

Also I use the name Ashlee for Craig's mother, and John for Craig's father, just because I don't know their real names.

Full summary of Story : *Side Note * : GTA V era, with a little bit of supernatural like themes in it.

"The corrupted are human beings who are infected by an unknown virus, it's not a contagious or harmful virus it just makes you into something that you don't want to be. A walking, talking, human tank. The main eye candy of everyone around the world, wanting to use you as their own weapon. I should know, I am one of the corrupted after all. " - Craig.

Craig Thompson was living a normal life, well as normal as it could be when he had the corrupted virus inside of him. One day he ends up at the wrong place at the wrong time getting himself kidnapped, kidnapped by the most dangerous and reckless gang in the whole state of California. Without wanting his secret spilled, he is forced between a life or death situation. Join them or die as a witness. He chooses to join. He never expected to grow friendships with the group, nor did he expected to fall in love with one of them.

Introduction ~

A blonde haired woman laid in the hospital bed, a new born infant in her arms. She had a small smile on her face as she stared down at her new son, Craig. The infant was snuggling up into her chest, his small hands holding onto the woman's fingers. The woman was Ashlee Thompson, a blonde haired green eyed twenty four year old woman. Her son, Craig, was only a few hours old. His father, John Thompson, was no where to be seen. He left when he had seen something on Craig's lower back. A bundle of veins that formed into a spider web like symbol with the word death spelled around it, the letters stretched out. It was the earliest sign of becoming a corrupted, a human being who had inhuman abilities. He had said that he didn't want to be a father to something that will turn into a monster, and then he had turned and walked off. Just due to one little thing, her husband walked out of his son's life all because their baby was different.

As years passed Craig showed the signs of fully becoming a corrupted. The first sign was him being able to move things with his mind. Cups, bowls, anything that was small and light in weight, and within a short period of time he was able to move much bigger things. The second sign was his sharpened senses. His sense and sight and hearing sharpened to the the point they were overly sensitive. Loud noises and bright lights hurts them greatly. But with those sharpened senses he got a new ability. He could predict the movements of someone or something before they actually make them. And the final sign was the corrupted eyes. The irises would turn purple and the scleras would turn black. The sign of becoming a full fledged corrupted, within a few more years of training he could use his abilities fully and whenever he wants without problems.

But as the years went on Craig's father's hate for him grew more and more, it got to the point where he attacked Craig, nearly killing him. He was later sent to jail for attempted murder. When Criag was in seventh grade, his secret of being a corrupted got out, making him the freak who no one approached. He lost his friends, some feared him, and some hated him. Those who feared him always ran away when he was seen, and those who hated him bullies him. It got to the point where his mother took him out of school, and paid a private teacher to teach him. He never made friends after that, for that is the curse of the corrupted.

~Start of Chapter 1.~

"Oh my little baby is growing up! Moving into his own house, paying his own bills. Oh I remember it as if it was yesterday, you being a baby who always need my help. Now you're a handsome young man who's doing his own thing. I'm so proud of you." Fourty-four year old Ashlee Thompson said. She was standing in front of the house with her son Craig, his new house. She sniffed and rubbed her eyes.

"Oh geez mum, don't you think you're a bit too over dramatic? All I'm doing is moving out." Craig said, reaching up and rubbing the back of his neck. "I can't live with you forever now can I?" He asked.

"Well...-" She started.

"Mum!"

Ashlee laughed. "I'm just kidding darling, but I will be honest with you. I'm going to miss you, it's going to be lonely without you around." She said, her lower lip trembling.

Craig blinked before he started to panic. "C-Come on now, don't cry. I'll visit and call you, we only live a few blocks away from one another." He said.

Ashlee sniffed." I'm just scared of losing you. I won't be able to protect you anymore from those who hate your kind." She said.

Craig frowned.

"I'll be fine mum. I need to be on my own or I'll never be able to defend myself. I love you mum, but I'm capable of taking care of myself. I promise to be careful." He said. He then walked forward, wrapping his arms around her, hugging her.

Ashlee bit her lower lip before she let out a small sigh. "Alright. But if I don't hear from you at least once a day I'm making my way here got that young man?" She asked.

The brown haired male chuckled, nodding. "Yes mum." He said.

The blonde smiled and pulled back. "Good. Now go on, get unpacked. I need to run and do a few things." She said.

Craig blinked before he nodded. "Okay. Drive safe " He said leaning in and kissing her cheek.

Ashlee smiled and turned, walking over to her car. She then paused and turned back towards him. "Make sure to keep yourself out of trouble. If someone finds out about you get away immediately. There are a lot of people out there who are looking for your types so you can become their weapon." She said. She then opened the driver's seat door and got in. About a minute later she was gone.

The brunette last out a small sigh as he turned towards his house, staring at it. From this day on I'm on my own, no more hiding. He thought before he made his way up the porch, pulling out his keys and putting the only key on the key chain into the keyhole.

Soon the door was unlocked, he twisted the knob and walked into the house. He let out another sigh, closing the door behind him. He walked into the living room to only blink when he saw a basket in the floor next to the couch. He walked over to it and crouched down. He saw an envelope with a small note attached to it.

He read the note.

Just a little something that will help you start out. The note said, signed by his mother.

Furrowing his brows Craig grabbed the envelope and opened it. He blinked, his brown eyes widening. There was well over four hundred dollars in it!

Why would she give me all this? I know that she's supportive, but all of this? That's just crazy. He thought shaking his head.

"Maybe I should return this to her. It won't feel right taking and using it." He said out loud to himself.

He stayed there, crouched besides the basket, for several moments. He then placed the envelope back into the basket and stood up. He then glanced around and frowned.

No furniture or anything of the like, well...all except for the couch that was already there.

"Got to buy an air mattress, hopefully I'll get a bed soon." He mumbled to himself. He then made his way up stairs. He had history stuff in boxes upstairs, he had a lot of unpacking to do.

Getting to his room Craig was greeted by the sight of boxes piled up. He had ten boxes in total. Some big, some small, but either way it was going to take a while to go through it all. He stood there, staring at all of the boxes blankly before he smirked. His eyes changed and he got to work.

From the outside it his house you could see a blurr moving back and forth, going across the window as he went back and forth into his room. Objects and clothing were seen as they were thrown around.

Within minutes Craig was completely unpacked, things now laying on the floor all over the room. His clothes were in the closet, thankfully there had been hangers in there so he was able to get his clothes in there. His alarm clock was plugged in, his blanket and pillow were on the floor next to the window, and his laptop was laying plugged in next to his alarm clock. Letting out a sigh, his eyes changed back to normal. Reaching up he scratched the back of his head.

Now for groceries. He thought, not looking forward to it.