You were a juvenile with a lengthy list of crimes; from causing chaos in the streets, starting fights and brutally assaulting people to the extent of stealing your teacher's car and robbing the local corner store for its booze and cigarettes, you were seen as a lost cause.

Today wasn't any different. You'd set up a fight with someone from school over a small disagreement and you were determined to win. You'd never backed out of a fight or been caught in the streets, so you weren't worried that this time would be different.

The fight started out with some loud antisocial language being spat at you and you returning the insults to the other person which the public just brushed off in the moment. That's when things went South. One little scratch from your opponent and you lost it completely. Retaliating in a fit of anger, you punched your opponent to the floor before getting the upper hand and being in control of the fight.

During your brutal attacks on the now screaming child, you didn't realise that a mortified witness of the situation had called 999 on you in hopes to deescalate the situation. Unlucky for you, the officer on duty that day was no other than John Price, an ex-SAS captain who was experienced in handling rowdy delinquents back in his army days.

Sirens soon blared and blasted into your eardrums as you finally stopped for a moment before desperately getting the last few punches on the hysterical and battered teenager.

When on the scene, Price soon stormed between you and your victim, pushing the other teen away from your grasp before grunting at your aggressive attempts to regain control of the situation. He was in control now.

"Oh no you don't." Price spoke firmly as he pressed your head against the brick wall, before slapping a pair of handcuffs on your wrists to restrain you. "Did your parents never teach you any manners? Disciplined children don't fight in the streets." He added with a tut, shaking his head as he dragged you towards the police car.