J-D: Wow, I really haven't been on in forever. Need to finish the other fanfic I started, haven't even done the 1st chapter all the way. Final Fantasy Fans keep an eye out for it.

Razer's past is shrouded in darkness and drowned in sorrowful alcohol. Never once did he reveal this information to anyone. He was never really close to anyone, at least after ten years of drinking and smoking. Why did Razer begin this habit? Why didn't he ever have friends? Here we find a book, written by the hand of Razer. His memoirs you might say. As many mourn his untimely death, we will find the cause.

Haven City High School—15 years from today.

"James, you seriously need to get contacts." A slim, tall boy with sleek black hair tied in a thin ponytail closed his bag. The slimmer, shorter boy standing next to him had been addressed as James. "Razer, you know my parents can't afford them." The brown haired boy named James rose from tying his shoes and fixed his glasses. Razer patted the boy on the back. "But James, they keep falling off. Get them re-adjusted or something."

"For a friend you sure can be cruel." James picked his glasses from the ground because they fell from Razer's forceful 'pat'. "Let's get to class before Terrence gets here." Razer and James walked down the dingy and mold crusted hallway. "I just wish they'd clean this place up…"

Down the hall, yells of freshman could be heard half-way across campus as Upper Classman Torn threw them and made them slide along the ground. Torn, being the son of the principle was moved to his junior year on accounts of "high test scores." Torn was supposed to be a freshman like the kid sliding past Razer and James, but moving up by 2 years had it's advantages. "Why is it that Torn is even in the 11th grade?" James wondered out loud. Razer elbowed him. "It's just like anything else in the city, corrupted. His father is Principle Mitchell." James' head was down. "That means he's the, the, Terrence Mitchell? But I thought his name was Torn?"

"Torn is a nickname of Terrence, he prefers Torn." Razer simply stated.

Now, this Torn boy seemed to be a problem. He is the Commander of the Freedom League Guard, yes? Now why would someone with such high morality be such a lowlife in high school? Corruption as Razer had mentioned seems to be our answer.

"James!" A young girl called. She was about 9 years old. "Ashelin how was school today?" James hoisted the little girl onto his lap as Razer and he sat on the front porch of the Harkin residence, James' house. "Your little sis can be cute." Razer admitted.

Ashelin? Does she play a significant part in Razer's life? Seems that Razer knew Ashelin's family, but wait, wasn't Ashelin's name and family that of Praxis?

"She's not really my sis, Razer. She's my cousin. I'm glad the Baron let her come over today. That means guards are keeping this place in a deadlock of watchful eyes." James hugged Ashelin. "I just act like she's my sister, because she's so cute." He said as he nuzzled noses with her like a dog would. "I think you baby her too much James." Razer shook his head at his friend. "You know she likes it Razer. She likes you too, and be glad. She'd be tearing out your ponytail back there if she didn't." Razer looked at Ashelin. "Thanks for the compliment." Razer pulled his hair over one shoulder away from the wild 5th grader.

So, Razer had a swell relationship with the lad it seems. Can we ever find the answers to these never ending questions?

J-D: Alright! Chapter 1 done! Hope you like, please R&R. I'd appreciate it. Next chapter will be here soon.