The GAE

J.B Sloth

Jamie Bray, 5'7 white male, age 19. Jaime had been handed everything his entire life. His father had been the owner of 2 high tech companies who collaborated with the GAE. He had been an only child which to him was a luxury he never wanted to change. His mother was a kind woman who spent her days taking care of their 7 bedroom home as well as Jaime himself.

School had never been an option for Jaime, he had never gone nor spent a second thinking he would go to school. His father had hired tutors but every one had tried to teach him but he had been unteachable. One thing that Jaime had taken interest into had been martial arts. He had studied all types, something about the violence of it all gave him a dose of serotonin whenever he fought. His mother was very against him fighting and his father had just agreed with his mother instead if having to hear her bickering. So when Jaime had asked to be put with a trainer his parents had told him no.

This made Jaime angry, hatred for his parents telling him no fumed his body. He  had stormed out of the house and went into town, though he had never gone alone nor even been far into the town. He made his way to the center of the city, it wasn't anything like he imagined. It was dirty and vile, the smell of the sewers and  cigarette ridden roads had burned his eyes.

Jaime had ran out in expensive clothing and shoes which in this town made him a target. Three gang members approached Jaime and said to him, "Give us your money, a-and the shoes, now twerp.". Jaime scoffed as he rolled his eyes and responded,"Excuse me you filth, do you know who my father is?". The gang member in the middle looked to his friends and smirked as he walked towards Jaime holding a knife.

Jaime backed away, his breathe trembling, legs shaking. "Whats wrong little twerp, scared all of a sudden?". His breath hitched as he tried to tell them to back away. Jaime had been am average height as well as skinny arms and legs. He had been very scrawny and fast and so he had made a run for the street. He had doged the gang members hands and ran till he couldn't anymore, he had taken a break to catch his breath but that would of been a big mistake. One of the gang members caught up to him and kicked him to the ground, watching as Jaime hold himself in pain.

Suddenly Jaime remembered all the shows he watched and all of martial arts books he read and decided now would be the time to show his skill. He laid on the floor still, pretending to have passed out. One of the gang members had reached to him and in a flash Jaime had head butted him and kicked him with all his might to the ground. The shorter gang member had tried to attack Jaime with a knife but as if another entity took control of his body he had roundhouse kicked his stomach and took the knife from the ground. The other member had ran off as Jaime yelled out, "Yeah you better run, fucking pussy", he had limped on his way home but was stopped by a baby kitten limping to a cardboard box. He stopped and walked over to the injured kitty as he leaned down a black tall figure walked past and dropped a card into the box that the kitten had stayed in. He took the box and kitten home, curiosity got the best of him as he looked at the card and smiled.