The subway was musty and rustic as ever, and clogged with civilians. Most were office workers, the people making six digits in the average sized city of Quartz. As trains arrived at the station, they swallowed their passengers, barely carrying all. Of course, vendors and the homeless were present. Most napped, and others tried to make some quick cash for food, alcohol or even drugs. The most noticeable person was a boy, barely ten.
His name was Zach, and he knew nothing of love and family. His hair was hidden by a dirty beanie, and he wore a marshallow jacket. His hands were covered with gloves, the finger ends snipped off. Most passing by would pity, and donate quite hefty monetary funds, but it`d never reach him. Zach was nothing more than a grunt to a local mob leader, and he was forced to collect money for the gang. As a result, he was lank, and very skinny.
Our story begins at a sunny Saturday, but Zach never knew. He was busy making money for his "boss" again, and he began to panic. The donations were minute today, and that meant punishment was sure to come. Roughly ten dollars sat in his rusty can, and it was nowhere near his daily average intake. This was his worst week yet. Quaking in his shredded boots, he staggered to the HQ, waiting for the worst.
In a way, his misfortune becomes his fortune, but we`ll discuss that later.
Rhino, his "boss" was not very happy with him.
"I`ve been patient and your time is up. I`ve no need for you. Men, please take care of him"
"No! I`m not ready to die!"
His complaints were stopped short as a rag with a sickly sweet smell was clamped over his mouth and he fainted.
By @SirQuinn
Introduction
