PROLOGUE!!!!
Outside of Seattle, Washington, 2009.
A teenage boy jogged in a newly developed neighborhood, construction noises sounding off in all directions. A warm breeze passed through, sending a ripple through his messy black hair, and his Born To Run T-shirt. He came to an intersection, and jogged in place while looking for cars. Satisfied, he was just about to jog off, when three burly construction workers, orange jackets forgotten, blocked his path.
The teen unplugged his ipod ear buds, "Me and My Gang (by rascal flatts) blaring loud enough to be heard even when out of the ears.
"Whats the problem??" He asked innocently.
"You are." The one in the middle grunted, as the two men on the sides leapt at him with very un-brawler like movements.
The teen smiled evilly, and did a spinning kick to the sides, spinning 720 degrees, and landing kicks all over the luckless two's midsection, leaving them with bruises, dents, and gasping for breath. Then, as the third man did a flying sidekick, the teen countered with a front kick, to the XXX, so hard that the pain made the man lose consciousness.
Oh, so they found me after all, have they??
the teen thought, hair blowing in the wind, and piercing blue eyes with light red swirls mixed in looking determinedly to what would come ahead, The sound of Rascal Flatts 'Bob that head' accompanying the now eerily silent development.
