Hey I'm Mitchell Welburn, my friends call me Mitch but you can call me Mitchell Welburn, hah just kidding. But if your reading this than that means you picked up my little story and plan on reading at least a chapter or two, and for that I thank you. For some reason you picked up my brain child instead of Harry Potter or some vague Japanese manga and for that, again I thank you. This is a story I have been working since I was, what? Like twelve? It is something I care deeply about and I hope you enjoy reading it more than I liked writing it. Seriously I loved thinking about it, but writing takes some time and lots -and lots- of cursing and starting over. I would like to have a shout-out to my best friends in the world: Steven King (no, not that one) who inspired James Killman, Keon Croucher who inspired Snake Redman, my brother Dylan Welburn who is well, Dylan Welburn. Luke Murdock, Charlie Stark, Ben Bricker, Matt Tanner, Alex Stapleton, David Norris, Kyle Travis and so many others who have no characters -as of yet- but have qualities that I have weaved into many of my pro and antagonists, thank all of you. Of course my father who has been there since the beginning and has always encouraged and complimented my writing (but not my spelling). Coulter Baker, a fellow writer who has always helped me (and yes, my spelling) and who also has a large influence in this tale, thanks Coulter. Well I'll let you get to this tale of Evil, Love, Hate, and Heavy Metal music.

Up The Irons.

Lets start this Bitch,

Mitchell Welburn

For my father

for dealing with

the all the shit