Atrum walks through the crowded streets of NYC, his face still hidden under his large hat. There's an undefined determination to him.

I am no saint...

The silhouette of a man walked blindly, heading towards the sound of ringing bells, flashes of his past rising before his eyes.

The shots rang out through the night like thunder. The man ran back and forth through the house, ransacking all of his parents’ valuables. The, the door to the small child's closet ripped open. A tall, slender man leaned over the small trembling boy clutching a small pocket knife in his hand.

The ominous humming of a chorus slowly grew louder as Atrum walked up to the door of the church. The man slipped inside and took a seat in the back row as a hymn began.

"Well well well... what do we have here... A little warrior?" said the slim man, a grin creeping across his face. The crook then handed over his gun to the boy. "Go ahead little man... defend yourself!" The boy began to shake wildly with fear.

"YO GREG! LET’S GO!" yelled a voice from down the hall. The tall thief grabbed his gun back from the child, cracking him across the head with it.

"See you 'round kid," said the crook as he exited the room with a maniacal laugh. The boy then slowly slipped out of consciousness.

Atrum sat in the back of the church, not paying any attention to the hymn being sung around him, but instead fixing his eyes upon the organ player, watching every key he struck. The hymn ended, and the church-goers began to file out of the large wooden doors. Atrum slowly pulled out each one of his guns, this time not only equipped with the silenced pistols, but with two Uzis as well.

The child woke in a hospital bed, looking around rather confused. "Mom? DAD?" the child began to say, slowly raising his voice, "MOM! DAD!" nurses began to rush around him, trying to calm him down.

"****," muttered one of the nurses, "Get a doctor here fast!" several men came in and began to tie down the child. A doctor came running in with a syringe full of liquid. He quickly injected it into the child's arm. And the child again slipped away.

Atrum now stood up, walking to the front of the now empty church. He withdrew his two silenced pistols. A priest stared curiously at him, then began to approach him as Atrum strode up to the organ. "Sir... you're not allowed up here sir. SIR!" The priest then saw the mans pistols in his hands and ran away.

"Do you remember who you are" said a voice, ringing through the boys ears. The child blinked his eyes, adjusting to the blinding light of the white room. He was strapped to a chair. "Do you know who you are?" the voice rang out again.

"Where am I?" asked the child.

"You’re in a holding cell. Do you know your name?" "I... I can't remember... I don't want to be here! LET ME GO!" Then the lights went out.

Atrum tapped three keys in the middle of the organ that he noticed the organ player hadn't used. There was a loud crack and a secret door opened. The sound of guns being loaded could be heard from inside. "I thought we told those priests not to bother us. Atrum went over the plan once more in his head two guards in the first room, three launders in the second, two more guards and the boss upstairs.

Atrum whipped around the corner and open fired, placing two shots into the chests of the guards before they could fire. The man pocketed the two pistols and withdrew the two uzis strapped to his back. He then kicked down the door to the second room and prepared to open fire, but something was wrong... the room was practically empty. A few piles of money laid on the table. Then, Atrum was shot in twice his right leg, and once in his right shoulder. He swiveled around to see two men clothed in black armor standing in the doorway. They pushed him back and slammed him into the table.

Atrum could feel the table was wet with a foul smelling liquid. He glanced around for a moment as time felt still.  He saw two large piles of dynamite in the corners closet to the door way. The black suited men each pulled out an active grenade and threw then into the dynamite piles. "This is why you don't mess with the Mob!" yelled one of the men, then they both ran out the door, tossing grenade throughout the church as they left.

The sound of gunfire rang out, and some men came into the room. "'Ello 'ello. What’s this?" They were gangsters. They untied me, took me into the family. From that moment, I would be known as Atrum.

Atrum struggled to get up, but his right side burned with pain and crashed onto the table. "NOOOO!!" he screamed as the grenades went off.