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Evan "Stomper" Ward


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Evan had seen what he needed from the city, he thought. He thought he knew what was right and what wasn't. Out there on the street, it had over and over been proven to be. The strong survives, the weak don’t. If you are not strong, then you are sure to get swept away by the rushing tide.
So he started seeking to better himself, in ways that might keep him alive. First he got himself a firearm, mostly just incase it was ever needed. He wouldn’t be the victim anymore. It was time for somebody else to suffer as he had. Later with the help of those around him, he was by chance given the opportunity to better his own skills using firearms. Surely the instructor didn’t know, what the teen would use this newly found knowledge for.

He would be ready the next time his big homies came with an assignment.

 

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With the times being as they where, money being in increasingly higher demand for various habits. The young skin found it more necessary, to act outside the law to get what he needed.

And with his few good influences slowly drifting away from him, all he had left where the other side of the spectrum. The guys that his friends had introduced him to, before they too had gone away. Most where now either dead or in jail. So again Evan had to prove his worth to the older generation, because they didn’t know him.
All that was left, was the influences of hate and violence. Hate against their fellow man, and the system working to keep them down.

And then the day came, where he got his fourteen seconds. He took the kick and punches as best he could and smiled all the way through his shaving. Evan was ready, respect, money and women were so close, that he could almost reach out and grasp it.

 

Doubt brews

With the recent memories from a crash swirling around Evan’s head, a thought appearance. “are the toad-.. the blacks as bad as the big homies say they are?” It was after all a black man, who had helped him to the hospital when his brothers had just robbed the guy who hit him and then left.

His doubts in the things around him where further pushed along when Lynn pop back into his life, however shortly it was. It let him know. Maybe people don’t just abandon him?

 

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