He's alone. The world has tossed him into an oblivion, he lives by his instincts, and there's almost nothing left for him. Benedict Cain is a hollowed-out shell of a human being. When an offer pits him against the very people he hates, Ben must betray his own moral code by helping an evil organization obtain an ancient artifact of untold power. The only thing standing between him and his goals is a mysterious man in a gas-mask. WARNING: Extremely strong language and graphic action sequences are present in this story. Reader discretion is advised. This is the second story in a continuing series called: The Age of Heroes

A collection of poems I've written

Cigarettes, lilac skies and poetry at 3am: sixteen-year-old Pietro ''Pit'' Rossi knows the adrenaline of feeling empty and infinite at the same time. With the reputation of a goofy idiot who doesn't care about anything at all, getting held back at school doesn't seem like a problem. But it is. Because Pit cares about everything, and he always cares too much. [[word count: 70,000-80,000 words]]