Ryan was 8 years of age when his parents were hunted down and murdered. They were hunted because they had something that was meant to be contained. That was meant to be put in a training facility, formally known as 'The Centre'. The Centre contained people. Not just any person you might meet on the street. It was a place for dangerous people. Rare people who had abilities. They were trained to complete missions for the staff's entertainment. Death included, only it didn't come with a funeral. You were left where you perished. When he was asked for his name, he stated one simple word, and never spoke again. "Ohm."

Craig is in his senior year, his parents wanting him to obtain good grades to succeed in the future. However, there is a small problem..... He can't concentrate in class because of somebody.... And that somebody happens to be his Math teacher. Mr.WildCat ... 'Warning': Strong language, mature content and light violence. ( Prologue a bit shitty, might change it later. ) ((new cover update - Until next week))

(Rewritten) I looked over the destroyed city. It was just like any fictional book or film. I keep telling myself that this isnt possible. That I am in a horrible nightmare. But I looked passed that. Trapped in a horrible reality. My name is Craig Thompson. But no one ever calls me that. This is my story. My story about whats its like to be through hell. Its never easy. But what makes my story different is that I found hope. Found hope in a world of misery and despair.

Random Short stories on the Vanoss Crew. (Dont question this, It happened when I was bored.... xD)