Creep, Avon's father, was a man who was suicidal, and plain out ugly. He has blood stains on his shirt, his face was disoriented after being smashed in the face with a bat. Creep was an outcast, no one let him in, ever. The only time someone let him in was when Bruiser, a Boss from The Crackerjack Coalition, took him in to be his associate. Creep always remained suicidal, after only a few days of being Bruisers associate, Creep requested to be put out of his misery. Once Creep laid on the streets of New York dead, his pain and suffering was over just like that. Little did Creep know, but Avon, his son was sitting back watching what had occurred, granted he was too young to realize what just happened, but anyone would know when someone was just gunned down to death on the streets.

Young Avon ran to his father's aid, but to no avail. Creep was already gone, gone to hell for all that he had done. Avon was now left all alone in a world where he had nobody, no family, no friends. Avon was a young man, who had puttered along with his pops when they did drug runs, and learned the business of drug trafficking. Avon lived for drug runs, the thrill of running from the cops and making easy money. Avon had nothing in this world when his dad died, therefore, he did the only thing he knew how to, and that was dealing drugs to local dealers. Not worrying about getting caught Avon dealt a crap load of drugs before even approaching anyone to attempt to be acquaintances.

One day, while dealing his drugs to a local dealer, a man with a suit and hat walked towards Avon very slowly. Avon, not knowing what the man wanted, began to back off and try not to let the man catch up to him.

The man then screamed "It is okay! I am here to help!"

Avon stopped, and approached the mafioso. Avon extended his hand.

"Hello, my name is Avon Barksdale. How can you help me?" he said.

"Well well well, wait a minute little man. I am Nick Conti, Made Man of The Crackerjack Coalition." Conti said.

"Oh really? My dad was apart of that family. His name was Creep. Did you know him?" says Avon.

"Yes, I actually did. Good man he was, no one ever gave him a chance. They all judged him on his appearances." said Conti.

"But anyways, I am here to offer you a job. How about you be one of my associates, and I will grant you with protection. All you need to do is earn some cash for me. I will grant you with protection with bodyguards, and being in the Crackerjack Coalition, and I will also teach you the ropes. What do you say young man?"Conti continued.

"Well, you are the only person who has shown interest in teaching a young man like me the basics and offering protection. You also did speak well about my dad which not a lot of people did. I will accept." Avon said.

Conti and Avon then walked alongside each other and conversed about their strengths and weaknesses. Conti was trying to get a feel for the little man, and so was Avon. Avon and Conti went to the New York Protection Agency, to purchase some hired protection. Conti gave enough money to pay for a couple of bodyguards, while Avon remembered about the money that his father had left in his business of Crackdown Management. Avon made a phone call and had that money wired to his account, then withdrew it and bought some more bodyguards.

After that, they walked over to the headquarters, and Nick introduced young Avon to a bunch of family members to make Avon comfortable. Avon was feeling good about his situation now, and was excited for the days to come...

This is all the truth. I'm sure you will be the man your father wanted to be and he would be proud. Well lets get this thing going make some cash and take car of some other things.

Nick winks to walks off and jumps into his roadster waiting for Avon to follow.

Avon looks around, then jumps into Nick's roadster and goes on his journey in life.