Ryder Godchild was an eight year old boy who loved his parents and his little sister. They had just come back from the amusement park when his hair-brained father decided to take a short cut he knew from back in the day.
When they turned onto the dark street, Ryder could just sense something was wrong, but he wrote it off and he kept talking to his parents about whatever was on their minds. That was when things went wrong.
None of them paid any attention when the man walked out of the bar. They didn't notice him until he shot Ryder's little sister in the back of the head.
His mother's blood curtailing scream made the man end her life with a little laughter as he did it. Hid dad was next. The man made him beg. He first shot him in the shoulder, then in both knees.
As his father fell, they both started to cry. The man laughed again at this then shot his father in the head. The man turned his gun to Ryder at fired his last round into Ryder's chest, above his heart. The bullet crumpled against Ryder's chest and man started to laugh, and then realized that Ryder was still alive and standing. Ryder screamed in rage and then was gone. The man looked around and found the boy behind him. Ryder screamed once more then ripped the man into unrecognizable pieces.
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Seven years later
Ryder sighed and looked out the small window on the top floor of the abandoned warehouse he called his home. He ran his hand through his white hair and sighed again. There is nothing to do! He thought and teleported onto the bottom floor of his house. This is where he kept all of his stuff. His giant screen T.V., his x-box, his pinball machine, his bookshelf that took up an entire wall and everything else a kid his age could want. He had stolen it all of course. It was too easy, when you could go anywhere you want and kill anyone you wanted too.
He went to the roof of his house and looked out on Gothem, his city. Everything was peaceful and in order What the hell is going on, he thought there is no way that no one is being mugged, or robbed, or killed, or hurt, or in pain! This was so pointless the fucking bat got to them first and then he would have nothing to do. The bat helps other people, but where was he when Ryder's family was dieing? He sighed once more and then turned on his T.V. and watched the news. Apparently the bat had saved something from going off and killing everyone. That's why nothing is happening, they are all scared to go out when they know he's out and about Ryder thought angrily. Well at least his life was slightly less crappy these days.