You were a dirty rotten criminal. A young one forced into crime by bullies. They bullies were brutal. They would always make fun of you for sensitive topics. Your loss loved one, your scars, your grades. Anything and everything they could find wrong about them. You told you dad about it. He wasn't the best helper. He said to fight back. Show them who's boss. But you couldn't fight? What was he thinking!? But what you knew how to do...was operate a gun.

So you shot them. You shot them all. Apart from..one.

You had been locked up for around 5 years. You were supposed to serve for 10 but due to your young age (14) and good behaviour act you managed to get out after 5. You stepped out those gates. You took in the fresh air and sighed. In front of you was a motorbike and someone on it. You shrugged it off, maybe someone else was getting out.

Then that person took off their helmate. Your eyes widened and then narrowed. Your fists clenched. John Price. The one who got away.