Come on Ryder! Think! Think! I thought to myself, something you tend to do after a lifetime of running and fighting for your very life every single day. The guys that have been on my butt since I could remember are not people you want to mess with. They seem to think I've messed with them back when I had a family. They say my father destroyed one of their biggest projects way back when and after they finished them off they decided that wasn't enough. They took their lives and my little sister. I'm not sure if they killed her though. That's still a mystery.

"Ryder, come out come out and play!" screeched one of the men as usual. I scowled to myself. These guys haven't' given me a break since before I was six! It's been eleven years and counting. Stress was a daily thing for me. I jumped up from behind my trash can and sprinted down the alley. That was too close. Once I checked and rounded the corner I slowed down my pace. Ugh, I need a shower. I wiped off the sweat from my forehead as I shuffled down to the street. Any signs of alarm and I was to be sent off running again.

"Ryder!" crap, dang it! They rounded the corner and set a sure course for mt head. I bolted down the sidewalk as the large truck sped down the road with armed men with yes, machine guns and no one bothered to call the police on my behalf.

I slipped quietly out of view and in a second I climbed onto the hinge of the truck. I moved my arms up and pulled myself onto the roof of the truck. Once I got the hang of it like walking it was fun to mess with them this way. Even with the threat of guns in my face.

I held on and slid to the front windshield. I leaned my head down and made a funny face at the driver. Just as suspected he pulled the brakes and the bad guys shifted out of the car with the machine guns. Time to go!