The Runner

Introduction: Troubled Past

If you're going to hear this story, then I am going to be the one who tells it and you can just get over it. It is a story about a man and a woman and all that gooey shit but it's Important. Garreth Lee Thompson was born in a small city just outside of New York City in a "Campground" so to say. His mom was never around much cause of the "Night shift" that she worked. Between that and the pills she wasn't there physically or mentally. His dad was a City official or at least according to her. He was all alone. When he was 10, him and his mom went into the city to pick up his mom's supplies from the Gunderson's. They were a family that lived in the Village. To any normal person they looked like they were a wholesome group. Garreth and his mom got back into the car and headed home. On the rare occasions when him and his mom talked and caught up in the car on those late-night supply runs Garreth would pop in his favorite tape. They would sing the Eagles all night till they got back. This night however changed the fabric of his life forever.

The moon was the only source of light other than the one headlight that worked on his mom's '86 Oldsmobile. They turned a curve and out of nowhere a deer was in the road. Burning rubber and squealing was all you heard or smelled as she tried to stop. The deer jumped and went through the windshield. He awoke to the sound of the car horn. He gathered himself and finally was able to see what had happened. His mom grabbed his hand and he looked at her and saw that the deer's antlers had pierced her chest. There was nothing he could do as he panicked. His mom told him she was sorry for never being there. With her last ounce of energy, she wiped the tears off of his face and kissed him on the cheek one last time.

So that was it a child with no one. The police finally found the boy hiding in the woods. He was covered in mud and was starving. He was sent the live with his grandfather, they had never met. His grandfather was a strict veteran with terrible PTSD. And would normally end up beating on this boy. Garreth would normally spend a good amount of time with his "brother," Marcus Gunderson, but they don't talk anymore. Trouble was always around them, but it was their doing. You see as a child with no one Garreth got good at being invisible, he liked it that way. So naturally he was a runner for the Gunderson Syndicate.

As a high ranked runner, a lot of responsibility fell on him. He was alone and couldn't trust anybody. One afternoon on his normal run an officer spotted him. He ran, he headed back to the house, his heart was racing as he was vaulting over curbs and walkways. He burst through the doors giving a signal to the rest of the house including Marcus, the man of the house, they scrambled trying to hide their stash. Suddenly the door busted open and Garreth bolted leaving them all behind. The crime family was shut down and arrested but Garreth escaped. Marcus was pissed. His mind was running thinking about why Garreth had chosen to run right to where everything was. And what he could have done to force Garreth to turn him over.

So that's what you need to know to start this story. I told you earlier that if you are going to hear this story then I am going to do it. If you want to get something done right, you got to do it yourself. I'll be in and out cause I also got other shit I could be doing too.