I will bid farewell, sever the ties
This is all I am, this is all that's left
Turn from deceit, the love of self is death
Deliverance is given to you

"Class! Class! We are starting class now, everyone take your seats." A large class room buzzed with excitement. Teenagers gossiping, girls giggling over a group students huddled in the corner. Your typical class. The room was dull, as the walls were painted in a light brown. Few posters covered the walls, as a large transparent board sat at the front, the new blackboard at which teachers could give their lecture on a computer which directly transmitted to a large screen for the class to see. Thirty plain wooden desks sat in five rows, at which the students mustered around. All the students but one seemed wrapped up in the outside world. In the middle sat a lonely teenager, his head hung low as he listened to music through a set of remote headphones, loud enough for the other students to hear, anything he could do to drown out their incessant chatter. His eyes drooped closed, his blank expression matching his clothes, all black: shirt, tie and pants. Dirty and wrinkled, his clothes showed signs that they hadn't been washed in days. His icy blue eyes darted back and forth as he sped through a large book on his desk, War and Peace. It seems that our young character needs no more of an introduction, so, let us move on with our story.

I will bid farewell,
Sever the ties
Now your heart beats black with deception, you have been forsaken
Leave behind (I will) all reminders of you

"CLASS! Everyone shut up and sit down now or I am going to hand out referrals!" The middle aged man yelled at his class. His face was worn, as wrinkles covered his brow. Age had not caught up with him yet, but the stress from his earlier life had done him in. Mr. Seiler had been a corporal in the third great war, and the time he spent crawling through the dark city streets.
His hair was neatly cut and begun to naturally salt and pepper. Mr. Seiler, sat down straightening his tie. "Alright class, let us begin…" He surveyed the room, noticing our dreary character still enthralled by his book. "Mr. Omen! Do we need to have another conversation?"

"No sir." Rick's response came low and quiet, surprising the rest of the class that he was able to hear his teacher over the loud music. Removing his head phones, the music clicked off. He looked around as everyone stared at him. What the hell is everyone looking at? So what if I was reading…I don't need to pay attention, I'll get an A anyways. Rick's attention was brought to his left as he caught a young girl with auburn-colored hair starring at him as he caught her in a stare. Wow, amazing I never noticed her before…what is she smiling at?

"Mr. Omen." Rick whirled his gaze back up front. "Despite your impeccable grades, that does not give you the right to ignore this class. You may think you know everything so this may come as a shocker to you, you don't. Now. May I get on with my lecture?" Mr. Seiler raised his brow as he questioned the adolescent.

"Yes sir."

Class ended, and Rick's gaze still stayed fixated on the board. This is a joke, This unit is going to be a breeze. Mr. Seiler…fucking prick. Rick gathered his things and stood up to leave the class when he locked gazes with our beautiful brunette. She looked slender and frail, as an air of gracefulness surrounded her. She wore tight fitting blue jeans and a t-shirt with the words Central Cross Country stitched on the front. It would be an understatement to say others passed gazes. As Rick stood there staring she slowly walked over and extended her hand, "Hi. My name's Jane." Rick looked slightly astonished as he slowly extended his hand to shake.

"Hi," his voice cold and quiet, "My name's-"

"Jane c'mon lets go!" Three girls, each wearing matching shirts, tugged on Jane's shirt dragging her away. Turning back to gather his things Rick began to head out the door, figures.

"Jane, what were you doing talking to Rick?" A short haired blonde turned to Jane as they were walking down the street.

"Meg, I was just saying Hi, that's all." "But he's creepy, haven't you heard any of the rumors?" A taller black haired girl said, looking at Jane for an answer.

"He's not creepy…He just has no friends…I don't know, I feel sorry for him." "He has no friends because he's creepy, Jane." Meg said turning around.

"What do you care Meg, you're the one who only dates guys for their looks. Rick has to be one of the cutest guys in the school."

"Yeah but he's different. I'm not gonna get involved with a masochistic gang member."

"What did you say?" Jane grabbed Megan by her shoulder turning her around.
"C'mon you've got to have heard the rumors…" She looked into jane's eyes for a response which showed nothing but dismay. "Here, sit down." Megan led them over to a nearby café, Café Luna, which was buzzing with customers and waiters hurrying to get their orders out. "Jane, Rick is a Westside King. Stacie told me herself. She said she saw him down by the docks one night, hanging out with fifteen other guys, all wearing a tattoo of a crown on their shoulders. He's a King."

"Does Rick have a tattoo?" Jane asked, the seriousness of her tone shot through Megan's childish grin.
"Well no…But why else would he be hanging around with them? Anyways he's a masochist too. John said he saw Rick in the bathroom once taking a razor blade to his left arm," Megan stretched out her hand grasping Jane's giving her a little squeeze, "Look, we all know he's cute. But…He's just bad news that's all." Jane sat starring at Megan's hand, as bewilderment struck her face…Could Rick really be that bad?

"Look, how about all of us go over to Landry's bar tonight, girl's night out." Lauren, the taller girl suggested.

"That sounds great."

I will bid farewell
To all lies
I will bid farewell
Sever the ties

"Hey Rick, yur late." A well built man leaning over a motorcycle bellowed. His arms were large and powerful, yet he showed no visible signs of cyber replacements. Tattoos ran up and down his forearms, with a large five pointed crown on his left shoulder standing out bright. His face was gruff, a deep five o'clock shadow had set it. His clothes were torn with small specks of blood covering his chest. Around him fourteen other men gathered around a line of bikes, they looked like your typical biker gang: dangerous, drunk and big. Our beloved Westside Kings, a truly vile gang. They were known everywhere for their motto, "shoot first." Nothing stopped them, bank robberies to high political assassinations. Rumor has it that the gang leader, Default, is actually the descendent of the last known leader of the once Chicago Gang, the Latin Kings. From rent-a-cops to high priced shadow runners, everyone knew not to cross Default and his gang.

"Yeah I know, Default." Rick jogged up still wearing his school attire. His face was pale and sweat ran down the bridge of his nose.

"Woah Rick, what happened?" the others asked all gathering around to listen.

"Damn group of Shadowrunners came to collect a bounty, me!" Coughing, Rick rested himself on a nearby motorcycle, "Hah, no worries cough I took care of the bastards." Rick said winking at his boss.

"Alright Omen!" A deep green skinned Orc gang-member came up clasping his mechanized arm around Rick. He wore a sleeveless leather jacket, assorted tattoos decorated his other arm, with a large 5 pointed crown on his shoulder and to top it off a large pistol hung at his side making a 44-magnum look like a child's toy.

"Thanks Glass," Rick said putting his arm around his fellow brother.

"How about you go get this guy drink huh?" Default said motioning to the man standing at Rick's side.

"I'm on it." He finished heading into the bar they happened to be parked outside of. As Rick slowly began to take in his surroundings, he noticed the neon-lit sign of the bar, 'Landry's Bar'. Taking a few more deep breaths Rick loosened his tie, relaxing on the leather seat of one of his brothers bikes. "Rick you should really take it easy, if ya know what I mean. We don't need everyone finding out about you, ya got it?" Waiting for a response Default stared at Rick who gave a solemn nod. "That's fucking right, now, how's about we get piss drunk?"

"Sounds…great."

The night dragged on, there they all sat cursing, yelling, drinking beer, the typical night. Rick looked up to see two of his brothers head inside murmuring to one another in a drunken stupor. Looking back down at his glass Rick began to ponder, This is my sixth drink and I don't feel a thing. What the hell is…wrong with me. Rick began to slide up his sleeve to look at his left arm, when he heard a familiar voice.

"Let go of me!"

A young girl screamed, Rick shot his gaze up to see a young girl being tugged by her hair, she wore a short skirt and a very revealing top which clashed against her auburn hair. She struggled but Diesel, A massive Troll complete with biker jacket, spikes, and the largest build anyone has seen. Everyone knew Diesel was the strongest so they never bothered to question him on most matters, but with great strength it seemed that Diesel followed the cliché and lacked a strong will.
"You're mine tonight sweetie!" He lifted her over his shoulder sticking his hand up her skirt. Screaming the girl cried for help, but no one would dare try to save her with them around.

Searching, always searching
Hoping for a change
I will never be satisfied
I will now bid farewell

You need to save her. Who the hell are you!?! Rick grabbed his head in pain as he stared at the scene in front of him. Save her. Why should I?Because she doesn't deserve this. Why should I fucking care? Rape is hardly considered evil to our standards. You know you want to. No I don't, get out of my head! I can't, I am a part of you. Let me inside and I will make the pain disappear. No! Tears began to stream down Rick's face, as he let out a silent cry. Default and a few others all took notice, puzzled by Omen's reaction. This pain is familiar, you hate it and you love it, you're pathetic. Shut up. Now save that girl. A sharp pain shot through Rick bringing him to his knee's as he barely managed to cry out, "I'll do it." Within the flash of an instance the pain disappeared and Rick shot up walking towards Diesel.

"Diesel, I'm taking her tonight." "

What?" Looking down into the cold eyes of Rick, Diesel felt struck back as he lowered the girl and handed her to Rick, "Ah, I guess you deserve some anyways." He turned and headed back to the gang. Glancing down at the girl, fear poured from her eyes as she spoke but no words could come out. Waving his hand, Rick put the girl to sleep and began to walk over to an open bike.

"Default, I'm taking your bike." Rick clambered over to a bright red motorcycle, polished and high defined the bike gleamed amongst the bright neon lights. He hopped on setting the girl behind him, tying her arms in front of him.
Looking up in a drunken stupor, Default outstretched an arm,

"Whatever Rick, jusss don bust it." The engine sounded as he gave the throttle a twist and the bike shot off down the street, headed towards a line of apartments.

Within minutes the two had reached a set of buildings and Rick had taken her to his room. Placing her on an old and worn couch, Rick sat back and waited patiently, "Three, two, one-" On cue the girl shot up, wide eyed and panicked. "Don't worry, I'm not gonna rape ya or nothing." She tried to scream but nothing came out. "You have to believe me, otherwise I'm not gonna give you your voice back, now sit back and relax. I'm not gonna hurt you." His words were calm and even, his tone serious and cold. The girl sat back and closed her eyes tight as if waiting for something. With a wave of his hand, Rick tapped the girl, "You can talk now." She pulled back and opened her mouth.

"Rick please don't kill me! I promise I won't tell anyone, just let me go! Please I promise." She reached out for Rick's hands but he pulled back and stood up walking over to a window.

"Look I told you, I'm not gonna hurt you. I wouldn't dare lay a finger on your head," He turned around looking back into her deep green eyes beautiful, " I promise….Your name is Jane right? I never got to fully introduce myself, my name's Rick Omen," He let out a short laugh, "Look….perhaps we could start over?" Jane could only stare back, she was hypnotized by his eyes, gently smiling she nodded.

I will bid farewell
To all lies
I will bid farewell
Sever the ties