I'm starting a new story! I'll still continue Dark Angel, but this story will hopefully be interesting! Please read;)

"It's better being solo. On your own. No one to hold you down, drag you back.

No one to protect."

It had always been this way for him. Ever since that happened. He swore it would never happen again.

So he cut off all emotion, all ties, all bonds. He became an untamed wild beast, a savage, one of those "menaces to society" that should be locked away. Hated by all, loved by none.

So he hated right back. He cursed them, showed them no mercy, laughed in the face of the thing called justice.

Where was justice four years ago, back when he was fourteen, foolish and naive? Where was justice eleven years ago, when he'd been left stranded and alone, sobbing and weak?

Justice wasn't real. Bonds weren't real.

The only real thing was the hunger that gnawed at his stomach each day, the itching dry thirst that left him hard pressed for water, the stink of sewage that you'd never get used to, and the fact that in this world, you were on your own.

And if you didn't learn to survive, you'd die. No one would even know you were gone.

Keeping this part short, what do you think so far?!?