The prologue...
We see our AntiHero walking with a slight limp. He has a head of long black hair, a pair of Crystal blue eyes, slightly tanned skin an stands at an astonishing 6 foot 6 inches. His name is Christopher Thomas. And this is his story.
Thomas walked home from home from school with a black eye, bloody lip, and his knuckles bleeding. His red and black flannel shirt was ripped and halfway on his back, his jeans were drenched in blood, who's blood he did not know or care.
He had just gotten in a fight with a few Gang members that wanted his stuff. Thomas, who had not liked to be picked on, retaliated with a right hook and was jumped. He fought back and with a ferocity unlike no other and won.
As he limped along the sidewalk he didn't see that there was a man on a motorcycle watching him. The man looked to be in his elder fifties, black sunglasses and a scar on the side of his face. The man smiles to himself and starts the engine and rode past him, but he turned around to look as he went passed and grinned at him.
Thomas saw the man ride away, he was a member of the local motorcycle club and Gang, 'Storm Riders' and saw his grin and clenched his jaw and continued his painful stretch home. When he arrived home to see his mother passed out on the couch with a bottle of champagne.
"Stupid mother..."
He walked to his room and sat on his bed. He began to to strip his clothes to see his damage.
He turned to a mirror.
'Ah shit...I'm bleeding...'
He saw a knife wound on his shoulder. It wasn't deep or life threatening, but it hurts.
Thomas walks to his bathroom and began to sanitize the wound.
'What was that biker staring at...'
He sighs as he walks out of his room to go into his kitchen, where he found his dog 'toothless.'
"Hey bubby, miss me?"
He smiles at his pet and he barks as shows no teeth.
Toothless was a rescue pet, his previous owners had used him for dog fights. When he lost the big fight the owner kicked all his teeth out and they never grew back.
Thomas opened his friend's chewy dog food and poured it into a bowl for him and he ate gleefully.
"I wish I had a person who was just like you..."
He says to himself just thinking about his crush.
She had blue eyes and blonde hair. She was always bubbly and happy all the time. She had a good boyfriend, but he would always give Thomas a dangerous feeling, he would brush it off.
He decided that he had had enough sitting around and thought of how he would spend his weekend.
'Sure as hell ain't sitting in this house. I should go out for a walk.'
He stands and goes to his room to change his bandages and his shirt.
He looked himself over and saw that he looked decent enough to go out on the town.
AN: hey guys, I think I may need to start "I love a killer" over. I left out a lot of details and having your stuff being hacked makes you a little crazy. So give me feed back on this. If you want to see more leave a review and pm me if you have questions.
