They call me the Ratrunner,
I’ve been here for quite a while now,
In this sewer in New York City,
It’s full of rats here,
They’re dirty, nasty, stingy rats,
A few of them probably have diseases,

These rats, they are very hated by humankind,
I am one of them.
In fact, I’m the biggest, baddest rat here,
Or so I would like to think.
But the fact is, I’m just a human,
Ostracized by society for being different,

I came here some years ago,
To this sewer in New York City,
I was looking for a home, a place I could be unseen to the humans,
And so I decided to settle when I found this place under busy New York.
Once in a while, a human would catch sight of me and be scared out of his mind,

But after long years of being seen and rumored about,
I sort of became a legend
Tales that I married the Rat-Queen and was thus allowed to join the pack circulated,
So did tales that I killed my family and went to hide in this sewer,
Of course, none of that is true,
I have never even seen the Rat-Queen, if one existed, that is.
Nor did I kill my family…why would I?

I’m just a high school student, different because…
Well, I don’t know how I’m different,
The story goes like this:

To Be Cont.