John Hill. A world-class criminal has been on the run for basically all of his life. He has found nowhere to live and any place other than the underground is dangerous. He found his way into this life when his parents disowned him for stealing. He thought that he shouldn't be put through this, that he shouldn't be disowned. He is their son, and to get rid of him that easily for stealing one measly little candy bar? He was irritated, and he knew where to go to vent out this frustration.
He walked back home, knocked on the door, and waited... No one came to open the door. He rang the doorbell. Same outcome. He peeked inside of the house to find his parents on the couch, trying to ignore the sounds. At least, he got very angry and decided to do one final push.
As for an 11-year-old boy, with a staggering height of 5'1, he was very strong. He was abnormally strong and the neighborhood bullies were even scared of him.
'One final push' he thought. He then kicked down the door. It scared his parents and they jumped up from the couch. They look at the door and they saw John. To them, John looked furious, angry, upset. All of his emotions were expressed on his face and they could clearly be seen. He walked over to his parents and said with a deep, angry tone, "We need to talk".
A few minutes later, John was seen coming out of his house. Since John lived in a wealthy neighborhood, of course, there were cameras. The camera feed had caught the whole ordeal and saw John walking out of the house. It was not clearly visible, but his fists. They were definitely covered in blood.
What made it more obvious was the knife he was holding, and his white tank top with dark spots. He killed his parents. He tortured them slowly and made them regret disowning him. He had a smile on his face. John looked up at the sky and started to laugh. The landlord was immediately alarmed at the sight of John and called the cops.
John suddenly realized that the camera definitely caught the exchange and quickly grabbed a set of random car keys and ran. Aiming the keys at all the cars, he finally found the right one. A golf cart? He was dumbfounded, but he knew that he had to get out of here quickly so he ran instead. Down the streets and into the forest, John was closer to the city.
He knew where safety spots were, he knew all the good locations to hide out, and even the entrance to the Underground. He found it when he first stole a candy bar. He was running from the guards. As he went into a random alley, he slipped into a garbage bin and hid inside.
What he didn't know was that it was a passageway into the Underground. He fell into the hole and arrived in a facility. As he opened his eyes, he could see something magnificent. He large gold throne. He was seriously confused as he wondered why there was a random golden throne in the middle of a. Very. Large. Room.
As soon as he realized how large the room was, people started to flow in from tunnels leading to god knows where. He quickly decided to hide behind some conveniently placed boxes. He was very tired and as soon as he knew it, John was fast asleep.
A few hours later, when he woke up, John discovered that he was back at home. John didn't understand why or how he got back home. All of a sudden he remembered the secret entrance to the facility.
John knew that he had to go there. There were people there but he didn't know what there were like. But he had to take chances and find out if they are bad guys like him. This made him think more about the secret underground facility. Is it a hideout for a mafia? Is it a secret drug lab? He has many questions to ask, but first, he needed to arrive there.
Making to the city, he ran into the same alley as before. He was exhausted from all the running he did and sat down beside the garbage bin. He closed his eyes for a bit and dozed off. A few minutes later he woke up to the sound of a trunk honking. John was feeling better and he could run for a few more miles.
Remembering what he was here for, John looked into the same garbage can. As he thought, there was nothing inside and it looked like it went down further. Knowing what was about to happen if he jumped inside, he still did it. There were a lot of twists and turn, as those made him scream. A lot. Finally making it to the end he opened his eyes. A building?
John didn't believe what he was seeing. He saw a building, underneath another building. How is this possible? But whatever he asked, made him form new questions. He couldn't wait to see more of this profound discovery. A few more seconds pass by and he arrives at the exit. John is pushed out from the giant tube and is again back at the same spot as before. Right in front of the gold throne.
"You there! That boy. What are you doing in here?" Asked a voice, but John couldn't find where it was coming from.
"I-I came here to ask for some help..."
"Help? What do you need help for boy?" The voice inquired.
"I am on the run from crazy people and I need your help to hide here. I have nowhere else to go and I'm only 11 years old," replied John.
He was hoping to get a response, but the voice didn't call back to him. It was as if he was talking to himself. A few seconds after the conversation.
"If it's help you need," Lights flashed in the direction of the gold throne and a man in a bulky suit could be seen sitting down on it. "then welcome to Warden."