Ask any sixteen year old what they're doing this weekend, and the chances are they'll say one of the following:
"Going to a party."
"Playing on the Xbox." (Other games consoles are available)
"Going to town."
That's your ordinary, run-of-the-mill sixteen year old. As for me, I'd be researching my next target. That's right, while most sixteen year olds are busy socialising, I'm busy looking for the next scumbag to take off the streets. I get hired to take out the lowest of the low, the rapists and murderers of the world. I just want to make one thing clear: I am NOT a vigilante.
People hire me to provide the kind of justice that the legal system can't. In a court of law, those sickos are innocent until proven guilty. That means until the jury decides their innocence, they're free to roam the streets in search of their next victims. The very thought of that disgusts me, so I'm trying to put a stop to it. It was on that night that I vowed that I'd get true justice. Not just for myself, but also for the families who've had their lives shattered by those sub-humans. Some of you won't agree with me, but until you experience somebody in your family being raped or murdered you'll never understand.
This is the story of how I went from innocent schoolboy **** ******** (sorry, can't really reveal my actual name, legal issues) to Ronnie Valentine, Teen Assassin.