CHAPTER ONE: Prelude to chaos

On the morning of May 1st, Trent had woken up from his "last-minute" overnight mission, to finish that comic before 6:30AM. Trent's eyes are blood-shot and shades of black bangs are formed below his eye sockets. When Trent turned around to see the current time, he was taken aback. The clock had shown 6:00AM, Trent had only 10 minutes to get dressed up and head to work. Without taking the time to stretch his limbs, Trent dashed towards his closet, grabbed a few clothes and headed towards the bathroom. Brushing his teeth at maximum speed, while taking a shower is indeed showing the peculiar ness of Trent. After grabbing a piece of toast, he starts his motorbike and dashes off.

"Shit", exclaimed Trent. "I got like 20 minutes left!" The speedometer on his cycle can be seen to be raised by 10 MPH. At the stoplight, there seems to be a big traffic jam issue. Trent goes in frustration and guilt as he should've arrived earlier and all he could do is watch. During the wait though, he notices the loads of cars and motorbikes, taking the easy way out, thanks to the shoulders. Trent looks at this and gets all fed up. "That's dangerous!" Trent thought. He finds a certain man merging to the emergency shoulder lane and grabs his attention.

"Hey you!" exclaimed Trent. "What you're doing is wrong!" "That's not a good idea to take the- -". "Will you shut the fuck up!" interrupted the man. "I'm already late for work!" "If I don't reach my office on-time, I'll get pulverized!" Trent replied, "Well then, serves you right, for not leaving earlier." Disgusted by Trent's response, the man mutters "fuck you" under his breath and takes the emergency shoulder lane anyways. The other vehicles behind that man, follows suit. "This is wrong", Trent sighs.

By the quarter of 8, Trent reached the publication office of "Reefside Times." He rushes upstairs, only to be disappointed by his boss.

"What!" "You don't like it!" screams Trent. "But I- - "

"Not another word, Mr. Mercer.", says Mr. Flannigan. Mr. Flannigan was in charge of the Political section of the magazine and he inspects every single part of his section, to make sure that their magazine doesn't get a bad name and so on.

"Mr. Mercer, this is rubbish", explains Mr. Flannigan. "I expected quality work from you."

"Sir, you're wrong." Trent replies. "This is quality work!" "Look here!" Trent motions his boss to look at his comic. "It's deals with our corrupted society!" "Don't you get it!"

Mr. Flannigan looks at it and looks directly at Trent... "I beg to differ", he says. "Son, no matter what you write, it's still not getting to the point."

Trent looked in disbelief. At least he was getting paid today.

Mr. Flannigan then said, "Ah yes, its pay day." He grabs his checkbook and scribbles something, which can be dubbed as gibberish. He hands it over to Trent.

"Here, you go son."

Trent grabs the check and then looks in disgust. The numbers on the check appears to be $70.00 written

"Hey! This is low!" "I worked twice as hard and didn't take any days off!"

"Sorry, Mercer. "No more than that, unless…

"Unless what?" Trent replied.

"Unless you pay say…about a $1000 and I'll give you a raise."

In disappointment, Trent walks off in anger towards the elevator. In the background, the boss, Mr. Flannigan chuckles to himself.

"Idiot." Mr. Flannigan thought to himself.

Trent's anger made him kick the side of his motorbike. Regardless, he sped of home in disappointment. He knew that deep down, that worked his ass off on his cartoons, which had morals to it. Unfortunately for fatasses like Flannigan, the society doesn't realize it. He feels that he let the society down. Aside from that, Trent monitors his actions on the road, as her merges onto the freeway. Soon, he sees a flashing red light. He prepares to stop, but something goes wrong. His breaks aren't working. Trent goes into panic mode, but doesn't go nearly over-panic mode as most people do. He tries to steer towards the closest exist, but he finds himself crashing into a wall, made out of pure bricks.

A few minutes later, Trent recovers from his crash, but he's not taken aback, as he decides to take it to the nearest mechanic shop. There, he meets the mechanic and starts to argue.

"Hey! Your bike got me into a huge crash!" Trent complained.

"So, did you send me the bike?"

"Oh I did, God Dammit!" Trent screamed at the mechanic. "This is the fifth time, something like this happened!" "What was I thinking, when I bought this piece of shit from you!"

"Dude…chill." The mechanic replied. "It's easy as cake." "I'll bring her back to life."

"Oh really. So if someone else or I died in that piece of crap, could you bring us back to life? Huh!" Trent complained.

He stormed out of the mechanic shop and decided to take the bus home. Luckily for him, he did.