When he was eight, Ayden Salverton discovered that his parents did not die in a car wreck. They had been killed by the people they trusted. MI6. They falsely accused his parents of being undercover for LEVRA. So MI6 took matters ino their own hands and poisened Mark and Erin Salverton.
Once he found out, Ayden did the one thing he shouldn't have. He ran away. LEVRA, being what they were eventually found Ayden and took him back to their headquarters in Russia. After eight years there, Ayden had developed a Russian accent, and a hatred of what they started training him to do and learn at age twelve. Assasinate, hand-to-hand combat, familiarty with weapons, and a minimum of seven languages. Every one of the skills were perfected by the time he reached his sixteenth birthday. But he despised it all. He never wanted to kill people for money. so for the second time in his life, Ayden ran away.
ELVERTON

The image in the mirror before me seems normal. Light brown shaggy hair, a square jaw, my towering height at 6'1. Yep, completely normal. Except for the eyes. My eyes. They had been hardened by my line of 'work.' Eight long years ago I was an innocent child. Now, I am a wanted killer. It's funny how the world changes like that. It can go from normal to anyting but in a mere matter of seconds.
No. I will not revisit my past. It is gone. I am a normal, homeless, teenage boy. My name is NOT Ayden Salverton. It is Riley Fulton. I am NOT a runaway assasin. My parents died, and I ran away from foster care. My Russian accent is because I lived there all my life, before getting on a plane to America. My eyes are NOT green they are blue. I am NOT any different than a sixteen year old school boy. My hair is NOT originally dirty blonde, it is brown. But all of those are lies. They are all true. But, only I know that and it's going to stay that way.
When I ran away from LEVRA, i had to find somewhere with a normal sized population, but that wasn't to important. Elverton was perfect. It was busy from 7:30 in the morning to midnight. Sometimes even later. It's back roads made for excellent cover. Imagine Atlanta, Georgia but smaller. The cities have the same layout, Elverton just lacking the amount in population Atlanta has. I live on the streets. Most of the homeless people are street performers, that's how they earn their money. It's the same with me. I taught myself how to play with fire. I've learned that no matter how mesmerizing, fire is dangerous. And that's the appeal. That's what draws the crowd. So day after day, I 'breathe fire', and juggle torches. By the end of the day I am holding a hat full of money.

"Look." I nudged my good friend, Jake Martin. He looked up in time to see a bunch of high class rich kids.
"What are they doing here?" I shrugged in response.
"Looking for trouble." he nodded. Everyone in Elverton knew that the rich snobs stayed on their side of the city, and the less fortunates ruled over downtown.
"Let's go." Jake stood to walk over to them.
"Jake, let someone else get them. I don't feel like teaching some snobs a lesson." Jake raised an eyebrow.
"Okay, fine we'll go see what they want." I stood and we walked straight in front of the snobs, succesfully blocking their path.
"What are you doing here preppies?" Jake called out.
"Were on a fieldtrip."he then turned to his group of friends."This is the perfect example of the filthy primate." the group laughed. Jake stepped forward.
"Hey look Riley, a bunch of snobby brats who probably worry over what type of hair gell they use." I laughed. "I bet they spend all day looking in the mirror to compliment themselves." I shook my head.
"No Jake, that can't be right!" I smirked." It breaks every time they try." By now some more downtown kids had joined us and they started laughing.
"You people have no respect for your superiors!" The male that I figured was the leader looked at us disapprovingly.
"Yeah, maybe we need to work on that." I stepped forward. "Can you tell us when they get here?"
"You foul little cockroach!" I started laughing. Between laughs Jake managed to get out.
"That's your insult?" he was trying to catch his breath."No wonder your mommie's worried you'll get hurt in a fight!" the boy saw me laughing with Jake and pointed.
"What? I'm sure your mom's a slut!" My laughter stopped.
"That would be very hard, considering she's dead!" without thinking I punched him in the face. he fell to the ground and I kicked him in the side. Suddenly, I felt to pairs of arms restraining me.
"Let it go Riley. He's not worth it." I nodded and looked down at the whimpering rich boy.
"You are so lucky I wasn't alone." "Good job John! Why are you such a jerk!" a girl's voice rang out. I looked up to see that amidst the group of boys I had missed the one girl.
She was georgeous. She had long, pale, curly blonde hair down to her waist, and deep lue eyes. She walked over to me.
"Sorry about my brother, he's an idiot." I smiled slightly, and held out my hand.
"It's cool. I'm Riley." she smiled showing a nice set of teeth.
"Carter." she shook my hand. As soon as she let go i realized she had left a piece of paper in my hand.
"Carter! Come on!" She rolled her eyes.
"That's my cue." with a wave she jogged back over to the group. Jake came to stand at my side along with Collin my other good friend.
"Dang dude! Rich, hot, and nice!" Collin wacked me on the back.
"I got dibs." he nodded. I opened my hand and looked down at the piece of paper she had given to me. It was a slightly crumpled napkin with carter and the number 701-3126. I smiled and slid the napkin into my pocket.
"You guys want some ice-cream?" Jake cheered and Collin laughed. The sun was just begining to set as we madeour way to the Logan's Ice-Cream Parlor.