Chapter 1

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A soft breeze blew by, ruffling the boy's white hair. He smiled as he stared down at the frozen lake.
Nathan was 19 years old. He was 5'3 and only weighed 90 pounds. The fact that his clothes sagged on him made him look even skinnier. But this couldn't be helped, seeing as though he was homeless. For the past 2 years he had been living on the streets. All of his possessions were stolen items and he slept in a little alley just off the corner of Brooke's Street.
Nathan's family was murder when he was 13 years old. A gang called "Bronze Bullets" had raided his hometown, breaking into houses. Stealing. Killing the innocent. Nathan's sister.....she was only 7 at the time. When they attacked, she hid in the hall closet with him. However, at the sound of their mother's screams, his sister had ran out. She greeted the same fate their parents did.
Nathan spent the next 4 years in and out of foster homes, before he finally decided to run away. That's what got him here. Sitting in the cold, all alone. Instead of being with his family, gathered around the Christmas tree, singing, watching movies......it was all gone...
The intense pain in his stomach brought his attention from the lake to his never ending hunger. It had been a few days since he had eaten, but this was normal for him. Nathan stood for a few moments, staring at the sky, his eyes filled with pain. Finally, dropping his head, he turned and began to make his journey back "home", hoping to find food along the way.
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Upon reaching his destination, Nathan sat down on the cold, wet ground. He grabbed an old, beaten blanket from his pile of possessions and leaned against the grimy wall. His body ached. Partly from the lack of food, and partly from the fact that he had been out in the cold winter's air all day. He wished he could sleep, but even that seemed to be difficult for him. Instead, he closed his eyes and listened to the sound of cars flying by him.
Some time had past and Nathan thought he would finally be able to sleep. However, the sound of laughter at the end of the alley snapped him awake.
'This is not good, this is not good'
Panic filled his body as he silently adjusted himself so that his body was hidden by the shadows. He held his breath as the men continued his decent down the alley.
"Oh shit, look at that!" One of the men exclaimed loudly. The others stopped momentarily, before the one in the middle proceeded to advance.
"Well well well, what do we have here?" He asked with a sinister smirk.
Nathan huddled farther into the corner and began to shake in fear. He knew he couldn't fight one of them, let alone three. He was used to people making snarky comments towards him. Calling him "filthy" and telling to "just die already". However, no body ever physically advanced towards him.
Nathan had been so lost in thought, he didn't even notice the man was right in his face. At least, not until the strong stench of alcohol hit his nose. He cringed at the smell and inched his body away from the man.
"Oh no you don't!" The man grunted as he grabbed Nathan's arm, hoisting him up. The man turned, signaling for his friends to come over. They did without hesitation.
"Now, why don't we have a little bit of fun?" One of the men grabbed Nathan, pulling him forward, then holding him with his back turned against the man's body. The other two men came towards Nathan's shaking frame and all he could think was
'Why did this have to happen to me?'

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