[hr][i][h1][color=9e0b0f]Charlie Peterson[/color].[/h1][/i][hr]
[i][u]Havenfield, Roseview.[/u][/i]


Charlie went off the edge, after the conversation with Zhao he couldn't control himself. He began debating whether he should start slinging drugs, or just work things out through a party binge. Either way that long and dark journey began with him seeing his old dealer. They were the same age but his dealer hasn't been a kid since he was 14. As the years went on he got involved deeper and deeper in the drug rings and slowly lost his morality.

Charlie knocked on the door of hotel room number 401, it opened and he stepped in. He saw his old [i] friend [/i] Michael. He sat on the couch in the back of the room smirking as disgruntled Charlie entered. 

"Long time no see brother." Michael said as he looked Charlie up and down. "You filled out a bit, thought you got out, why you back?" 

"Desperate times." Charlie said with a nervous laugh, his nerves were on end. He didn't know whether to trust his senses or not but this room felt the same way that alley did. 

"Yeah, desperate times." Michael lit up a cigarette and gestured Charlie to sit across from him in a wood chair. "Listen man, you really fucked with the wrong motherfuckers. I'm sorry."

Charlie would receive a psychic warning... a [i]powerful[/i] one.

Someone kicked down the door so hard that it went flying until it hit the wall. The towering frame of the monstrous Founding Family warrior stepped in - the same one that went on a rampage trying to kill Meifeng, and went viral. Seven feet tall, arm covered in hideous lesions, and had on a metal mask that had a wide grin. Unlike his earlier appearance, he didn't have a hint of metal infused with him. Instead, he had a machete that was obviously put together by himself. It was long, and brutal.

He turned towards Charlie and Michael and lunged towards them with his hand outstretched.

Charlie tumbled out of the chair and backed against the wall. 

"What the fuck michael!" He shouted as he watched the man walk casually out of the room. Charlie watched the behemoth of a man regain his balance. He readied for a fight, though it probably wouldn't end in his favor.

The brute merely laughed. He moved towards Charlie, swinging his arm towards him using all of his brutal strength.

He knocked straight through Charlie's block forcing him off of his feet into the cheap drywall. The man picked up Charlie by the throat and tossed him across the room through the wooden chair. Charlie laid there in excruciating pain, his previous wounds still sore. He pushed himself up and just before the man could pick him up by the back of his shirt Charlie swiped up a broken piece of the chair. 

Which didn't intimidate the man even in the slightest. He opened up his palm for one big slap to Charlie's chest, and swung it hard as he could. There was little the boy could do to even block it.

It surely broke a few ribs and it sent him back towards the ground, Charlie was able to slash at the man's leg as it hit but it was doubtful the slash did any real damage. Charlie has no breath and was seeing stars at this point as he lay there waiting for the next blow.

However, instead of taking Charlie out, the brute merely bent forward and grabbed Charlie by the neck. It looked like he was about to kill him for a moment, before he threw the boy over his shoulder, and pressed his earpiece. His voice was distorted, and warbled as he said,

"[i]Za-neeeeeeth[/i]..."

A blue swirling portal opened up in front of the brute, and before he stepped in, he heard the voice of the Foundation Woman.

"Good work, [i]Bonecrusher,[/i]" The Foundation Woman said, "That drug dealer was useful after all, the boy will be more useful than him in the long run."

Nodding his head, Bonecrusher stepped into the portal....