>     He sat on a bed.  He was in a room about 20' x 20'.  There was 
>the bed, a dresser, a night stand, and a bookcase.  On the bookcase 
>was about 100+ books.  Daniel used to tease him about how he could 
>open up his own bookstore.  Daniel was the closest thing to a friend 
>in the mansion.
>     Daniel was his personal tutor.  He'd spend about 7 hours with 
>Daniel, then go to his room and read about the next day.  The next 
>day he'd see Daniel, that is.  Tuesdays, Thursdays, Saturdays, and 
>Sundays he was with Daniel.  Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays he 
>spent 4 hours with sensei Kamiya, an hour break, then another four 
>hours with Colonel Whitefire.
>     Sensei Kamiya was tough on him.  Too tough sometimes, but he 
>managed.  Besides, that's what he wanted.  A martial arts sensei.  
>Kamiya seemed to be a friend of his 'father', but he didn't know in 
>what way.  Sensei Kamiya taught him almost everything he knew in the 
>martial arts, but he'd pick stuff up later.  He just wanted to know 
>enough to not be beat if he had to use his fists.
>     Colonel Whitefire was for his first line of defense.  Weapons.  
>The Colonel knew almost everything to knew in that area.  Once he 
>had found out about his 'father', he'd been determined to wipe out 
>all existence of White Umbrella.  To do that though, he needed to 
>learn how to protect himself.  Weapons was his first choice, but 
>then he'd started thinking about what if he didn't have them.  Then 
>he'd be screwed.  That's when he asked his 'father' for a martial 
>arts sensei.
>     He'd been so pissed.  Living in a house with secret 
>laboratories all his life and not knowing about it.  He could have 
>forgiven that, but not for what they were making in the labs.  
>Military biological weapons.  He'd been even more pissed when he 
>heard about the other labs…
>
>     Akisame looked over to the guy beside him.
>     [[Should you wake him?]]
>     The guy was sweating and twitching slightly.
>     "No, he's all right."  Akisame checked over his beads.  "That 
>reminds me, what's my temperature?"
>     [[Still not the coolest.  100.1]]
>     Akisame swallowed another Tylenol.
>
>     He was now in the backyard of the mansion.  Sensei Kamiya was 
>standing across from him.  They were having one of their daily 
>spares.  Kamiya walked over to a large barrel and pulled out a very 
>large sword.
>     "Today's lesson.  How to disarm a man.  Start."
>     All the lessons lately were improvisation.  Single goal.  
>Survive.
>     He ran up to Kamiya and jumped over him as Kamiya swung.  As he 
>landed, he felt Kamiya back kick him.  He fell to the ground, but 
>jumped up just in time to avoid the down coming blade.  The lesson 
>went on for another hour before he got pissed.  Kamiya had cut him.  
>Left arm.  Right next to were he was shot.  He was pissed.
>
>     "What the…"  Akisame once again turned to look at the guy, and 
>found that this time there was a faint orangish color behind his 
>glasses.  It looked like it was coming from behind his left eyelid.
>
>     He charged at Kamiya.  The sword shot down, but he ducked out 
>of the way and punched Kamiya in the jaw.  Before Kamiya had time to 
>fall, he sweep-kicked Kamiya.  When Kamiya had fallen to the ground, 
>he almost punched him again, but stopped in mid-punch.
>
>     [[He looks more red.]]
>     The guy's face was definitely redder than before.
>
>     Now he was in the compound next to the mansion.  Colonel 
>Whitefire was pointing a gun at him.
>"What do you do if someone's pointing a gun at you, and you're in no 
>position to grab a gun?"
>     "I improvise…" he said, dropping to the ground and shooting an 
>energy beam at Whitefire.  As the beam hit, Whitefire pulled the 
>trigger on the paint ball gun.  Whitefire got back up and changed 
>guns.
>     "For real this time.  No martial arts shit either."
>     Whitefire pointed the gun at him.  When the Colonel gave his 
>usual wink, he jumped into the air and reached for his own gun.  
>Whitefire fired in the air, hitting him in the left arm.
>     *BAM*
>He almost fell to the ground, but managed to landed right in front 
>of the Colonel and had his gun against Whitefire's Adam's apple.  He 
>then grabbed the gun out of the Colonels hand and holstered it, 
>almost pulling the trigger on his own gun.
>
>     [[Maybe you should wake him up…]]
>     "No, he's stopped turning now…"
>     Just a few moments ago the guy was twisting and turning 
>violently, but now he stopped.
>
>     He was back in his room, Daniel was sitting beside him.
>     "In all the years I've been your tutor, I've never been in your 
>room…" Daniel said, looking around the room.
>     "Well, we usually have our lessons in the study…  Why are we 
>meeting in my room?"
>     "Because this may be my last day teaching you."
>     "But…"
>     "Don't talk.  Just listen.  I've teached you almost everything 
>I can.  As of tomorrow a new tutor will have to be brought in.  
>Shit, you could be my tutor right now!  I asked to meet you here 
>because I need to give you something.  Don't open it until you 
>finish your martial arts training."  Daniel handed him a folder.  
>"Just hide it in your bookcase.  Don't look at anything in it until 
>your finished.  Promise?"
>     He thought about it for a few seconds.  "Promise."
>
>     "Looks like he's calming down…"
>     The guy had not moved too much for the last few minutes.
>
>     Now he was outside.
>     *The time to leave is now…*
>     He'd finished his martial arts training.  Well, as much as he 
>wanted.  He'd also learned all he was going to learn from Colonel 
>Whitefire.  With not much he wanted to learn left in the education 
>aspect of life, he decided to leave home and start taking out White 
>Umbrella.
>     Then he saw her again.
>     "What are…  Oh!  Danny!"
>     She stood at the door.  He could only see her silhouette.  He 
>remembered seeing her long ago.  Obviously she remembered him.
>     "Oh, I'm just…taking a walk…" he lied.
>     "Like last time, right?" she said with a sarcastic tone.
>     Five years prior he had tried to run away from home.  Before he 
>knew about White Umbrella.  Her yard was next to his, but he never 
>had seen her until that point.  He had crossed into her yard and she 
>knocked him out with something.  She had thought he was a thief.  
>Latter she found out that he was running away, but somehow she 
>managed to convince him to stay.  The fact that he kind of liked her 
>helped.  As did 'father's' bodyguards who had come shortly after he 
>had woken up.
>     "Ya, just like last time."
>     Last time she had asked him his name.  He never really thought 
>about it before that time.  He didn't know his own name.  He asked 
>'father' when he was returned, but he never got an answer.  Not 
>wanting to tell her that he didn't know his own name, he 'borrowed' 
>one.  Daniel.  He told her Danny.  Daniel, his tutor for a year, 
>seemed like a nice guy.  Not like his other two tutors.  So he 
>decided to tell her his name was Danny.
>     "I don't have to knock you out again, do I?"
>     "No, but I have just one question…"
>     "What?"
>They were talking to each other like they'd been together for the 
>last five years.
>     "How did you knock me out?"
>     "My foot.  My father is a martial arts sensei."
>     "Oh…"
>     Suddenly a voice came from behind.
>     "I thought you were out here.  You're fathers been looking for 
>you.  He's been worried…"
>     *I'll bet…*
>     "…come home."
>     It was another of 'father's' bodyguards.
>     He said good-bye to her then went with Geoff, the bodyguard.
>     For the next three years he snuck out of the house to see her 
>for awhile.  Sometimes she'd go to his room.  A funny thing about 
>this was that he never learned her name until a year after the 
>second time he saw her.  It never occurred to him.  Patricia, but 
>she liked to be called Pat.  He would have seen her for years to 
>come, but that was not to be…
>
>     "Geez…"
>     Akisame turned to the guy and notice a vein pop up, and his 
>teeth clenched.  The guy twitched, and then his glasses fell off.
>
>     He was standing in a arena of sorts.  For the past five months 
>he had been 'sparing' with the biological weapons.  He had like the 
>opportunity to fight the monsters.  It had given him practice.  They 
>were always disguised.  Somehow they managed to get the monsters in 
>a suit of some kind.  They always had bulges of some sorts in the 
>suits.  The only thing that he didn't know about each monster was 
>how they looked.  He'd find out in the next year.
>     Before him was a suit like none other before.  It looked like a 
>human was under it.  They had said they were experimenting with new 
>species.  This made him even more mad.  It wasn't that it was a new 
>challenge, it was that this time it could have once been a human.  
>No bulges.  No protrusions.
>     He decided to finish it quickly and put whatever it was to 
>rest.
>     The sound to go sounded and he raced toward it, kicking it in 
>the stomach.  The thing fell back, hands waving frantically.  It 
>stopped waving and pulled at the helmet.
>     He kicked at the thing again, but this time it jumped up and 
>kicked him back.
>     They said it had intelligence.
>The two fought ferociously for about ten minutes.  The fight ended 
>when he got tired of fighting and pulled out his sword.  The blade 
>was about six feet long and the handle a foot.  He swung at the 
>suit, and of course it jumped, but he was ready.  He had given the 
>blade an upward turn, and it sliced the suit in the arm.  It fell 
>and he put the blade away.  Walking over to the suit, he noticed 
>that it was holding it's arm.
>     They said that though it was smart, it didn't shrug off wounds 
>like the other suits.
>     Standing over it, he gave the death sentence.
>     "KAMEHAMEHA!"
>     The suit struggled to get out of the way, but to no success.  
>Then one thing that he did not expect to happen happened.
>     The suit's suit got blown off.  The blast had blasted it to 
>shreds.  What was left was a bruised, cut, burnt body of a female 
>about his age.
>     *The assholes!  They had me fighting a real…*
>     His thoughts stopped when he recognized who it was.
>     Pat.
>     Her mouth was taped shut.  He walked closer to her, half 
>tripping occasionally in disbelief.  He kneeled next to the limp 
>body and picked up her arm.
>     "What did…"
>     He noticed on her arm a small puncture.
>     "They drugged you…"
>     He looked her over, noticing every wound, every bruise.  All of 
>which he'd inflicted on her.  He did something he had never done for 
>the last 15 years.  He cried.
>     "Pat.  Don't die.  I didn't know.  I had no idea…"  By this 
>point he had her in his arms.  "Please forgive me.  I…I love you…"
>     He had wrapped his arms around her and was now balling in her 
>hair.  He felt a small beat in her bare chest, and felt it fade 
>away.  He never learned CPR or First Aid, now wishing that he did.  
>He was paralyzed to do anything else.  After a long moment the 
>speakers came on saying something, but he didn't listen.  Then the 
>doors opened and in came five guards.  He didn't notice them until 
>one grabbed at his arm.
>     *No…*
>     "No…"
>     He grabbed the arm and twisted it.  He twisted it so much that 
>he heard a snap.  The guard fell to the ground, his mouth moving, 
>but he didn't hear anything except the beating of his own heart.  He 
>placed Pat on the ground and stood, turning to the other four 
>guards, all of which now had pistols drawn.  When he faced them, 
>they all backed away.  He blasted one against the wall, fifty feet 
>away, and threw a knife at another.  The other two fired, but he 
>dodged away from them.  Rolling on the ground, he grabbed another 
>knife and popped up in front of one other guard, bringing his hand 
>up and sticking the knife into the mans temple.  The last guard 
>fired at him, but the man was in so much fear of him that all his 
>shots missed.  He walked towards the man, the man backing away.  
>When the man backed himself against a wall, he clicked at the 
>trigger, but nothing fired.  He walked in front of the man and 
>grabbed at the man's neck, lifting the man at lest a foot above the 
>ground.  Without so much as a thought, he squeezed, and the man 
>struggled, then went limp.
>     He dropped the body, then dropped himself.  Crying.  Picking 
>himself up, he walked over to Pat and lifted her up.  Though tear 
>filled eyes, he walked out of the arena, the compound, then ran out 
>of the city.
>     When he had gotten to the next state, he dropped to the ground 
>and cried.  He mourned her for days until he had finally dug a hole 
>for her.  She was, by this time, turning blue.  He buried her under 
>a tree in a field in California.  He continued to morn her for weeks 
>after he buried her.
>     Waking up one day, he walked to the nearest White Umbrella lab. 
>  He felt pissed.
>     He prepared to fire another blast, this time charging up for 
>about an hour.  All that was left of the lab was a crater…about the 
>size of a small village.  He had to aim upward to avoid blowing up 
>the entire state.
>     Now vision flashed though his head.  Visions of the arena…
>
>     [[Now would be a good time to wake him…]]
>     The guy was tossing and turning more violently than before.  He 
>had been doing that for awhile now.  Now, though, the guy was 
>shouting out words like 'murderer', 'shits', killers', and 'liar'.
>     "Way ahead of you…"
>     Akisame was shaking the guy.
>     "Hey, wake uuuuu……."
>     The guy's hand had shot up and grabbed his neck, holding 
>Akisame above the ground.  The guy stood up and looked at him.  
>Akisame could hardly believe his eyes.
>     One of the guys eyes was black.  Not all black, but the retina. 
>  And the other eye was glowing red.  Blood red.  The guy's face was 
>one of sheer anger.  Suddenly the guy dropped him and fell to the 
>ground himself, holding his arm.
>     "S…Sorry…" the guy gasped, his voice sincere.  Then he pasted 
>out.
>     "What just happened…?" Akisame asked himself, rubbing his neck.