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Left 2 Die - Introduction

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   I've never really been to good at anything. I was horrible at school. I failed math a few times. Science was never really my foray, if you know what I mean. I was never really into sports either. Kicking a ball around or tackling a bunch of big, sweaty guys wearing tights just never seemed to appealing.
   I never really mixed well with others. I've got a pretty bad temper that you can blame that on. A lot of times I can't really keep a cool head. Lucky for you, it seems like the slightest thing can set me off, too. But who can blame me? I've got a mom that left me when I was just five years old and an alcoholic father that just so happens to be a very, very mean drunk.
   It's no surprise I never really had to many friends. Most people just ignored me. Overlooked me. I had gotten used to that though. People didn't know me and I didn't know them. I didn't WANT to know them and I didn't WANT them to know me. The only time I really ever felt hurt or alone by my lack of friends is when some people did know about me. A few people knew about my home life, if you could even call it that. More like my daily ounce of Hell. But what did they do about it? Nothing. Absolutely nothing. That's what hurt, that's what dug deep. When I tried to let a few people in, they just turned the other cheek. Most never talked to me again and just looked at me and all of my problems with a blind eye.
   But there were a couple of people who saw me and picked me out of this sea of unchanged faces. Not that it really seemed to matter.
   There was my best friend, Jimmy. Jimmy and I were complete opposites. Where I was 6'2 he was only 5'3. Where I was well muscled, he was only skin and bones. I was really into writing while he was really into reading. I was constantly looking for a fight with just about anyone while he was the definition of a pacifist. While I was the perfect example of a pessimist, he would always offer back words of encouragement and praise due to his optimistic nature. Yet despite all these differences, Jimmy and I always counted on each other for help. I can't think of a day when being with Jimmy didn't help me through a day in my life. I miss that little guy. He saved my life more times than he would ever know. If only I could of saved him the one time he needed to be saved.
   And then there was the love of my life, the drug that satisfied my addiction. The only person who could look through my eyes as if they were a window to my soul. Jamie was everything I could of ever needed. She was the most caring, loving, benevolent girl I have ever met. Whenever O was with her, the agony and darkness of my life dissipated. I never felt despair, or anger, or hatred when I was with her. Once again, she seemed to be my polar opposite. She was always so cheerful and always gave her time to help others. She was the happiest person in our high school and she absolutely amazed everyone she was around.
   Jamie was practically my only excuse to keep living. She knew almost everything about me and my misery-ridden life. With her it was like I was just some book that she could read when and where ever she'd want. I couldn't hide anything from her. She never looked at me with a blind eye. She always wanted to be there for me, and she was. Because of her I'm alive today. But honestly, I don't know why. Why should I be alive now when she's the one who had to suffer because of my mistakes? Why am I alive and she's not?
   Why did I have to survive when they had to die?
   But what's done is done, and I'll never be able to change that. It's my failure to act that lead to their deaths. I'll never let anything like that happen again. No more innocent people will die because I failed them.
   No one will die under my care again.
   Since the world has gone to Hell, I finally found what I'm good at. I'm sure no one would have guess that would be blowing these "things" back to Hell while escorting "customers" to different safe zones. I never thought I would find myself employed as a Guardian.
   The world has gone to Hell, but I'm here to make sure you don't go down with it.
   "Hi, my name is John Driks. Call me Maverick, or Mav for short. I'll be defending you for this trip. Now do me a favor, and don't get yourself killed."
Here is the introduction for story number 1! Hope you all enjoy and have a great Good Friday and an awesome Easter! :D
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grandacez's avatar
Damn looks like a good series, any chapters made yet :3?