Trevor's first nightmare was bad, this one is so much worse!
No one ever said that growing up was easy and those who may have never grew up with Eric Ramis. Eric’s mother had moved to the suburbs of Michigan to give her son a better chance for his future, one without gangs. Unfortunately gangs are a plague that scientists and society have yet to even come close to wiping out. Gang life consumed Eric, ripping apart his sanity, soul, and his very life. At ten he became a scout, next a mule. Then he made his first huge mistake, Eric was jumped in. Year after year he fought, stole, robbed, and murdered. He made it his personal obligation to bring down the Ten Commandments all at only fifteen years of age.
Silently, suddenly, the lights went out, leaving Eric alone in a black pit of despair. Drifting away, reality gone, empty. He’d been shot before, it was no big deal, in fact it was a badge of honor, but this time was different, this time he was dead. Immediately the fire began to engulf him, burning his flesh and scorching his skin. With a flash of light it was all over, Eric was laying on the cold metal table in the o.r., but his ride was just begining.
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