All Ashe ever wanted in his life was to please his two older sisters, Raine and Stormy. Their parents were killed at a young age, so they're the only ones soft, shy Ashe has to look up to. He especially wants them to let him into their gang, the Hydrowards. However, after being discouraged by both of his sisters, Rain runs away to prove he can be bad. Several years later, when he's part of his own gang, his sisters finally find him... and are begging for his help. Ashe doesn't want to trust them; he hates them! But, when he hears about the danger, he knows this is something he and his sisters gotta do... together.
1 More Year Later...
"I'm sick of this! I want to join your gang, and that's final!!" Ashe shouted. Raine and Stormy looked at him. "Ashe, no. You're too weak! You'd be killed instantly!" Raine sighed. "What, so you can die for nothing and I can't?!" Stormy's face grew dark. "You have so much of your life ahead of you... and you'd rather throw it all away to kill with us?!" she exclaimed. "Yes!!! You've already thrown away your lives, so why can't I?! You're basically my parents, and you would die for nothing and leave me as a defenseless orphan?!" Ashe yelled. Raine looked fed up. "This conversation is over. NOW." she growled. By now, tears of anger were spilling out of Ashe's eyes. "No, this conversation is not over! I'm f*cking done with you both controlling my life and everything I do in it!!!" he screamed. The atmosphere grew thick as Ashe clasped his hands over his hand. Raine's face was shocked. "Go to your room, Ashe." "What-" "GO TO YOUR ROOM. NOW." Raine almost yelled. Ashe stared in shock for a few seconds, then his face grew angry. "I hate you. I hate both of you." And with that, he walked upstairs to his room.
Most kids would have gotten over it within an hour or so. Not Ashe; he couldn't stop this feeling of... rage. Hatred. Bloodthirst. All he could think about was how much he hated his sisters. Ashe looked over at a picture of him and his sisters; the first pic they took together after their parents were killed by a mass murderer. Without thinking, he threw the picture against the window, which shattered quietly. Ashe was a bit surprised, but then he looked at his backpack; a backpack that could fit most of his belongings. A psychotic gleam formed in his eyes as he grabbed his favorite blanket, two small pillows, some money, his tablet, and a stuffed animal. All of those items fit easily inside his backpack, so he grabbed a few toiletries, some clothes, and a knife; That knife was one that his sisters gave him, and recently he had gotten much better at throwing and using it. Looking back at his dresser, he saw the remaining pictures of his sister and flipped them off silently before hopping out of the broken window and running away with a black hoodie over his head without another loving thought towards his sisters.
