This is a story about a boy named Alan. Alan was placed in an orphanage in Washington, not to crappy not to glamorous, just an orphanage. He was dropped off by a man in a big coat covering most of his body and a hat so that the women working at the orphanage could not get a clear view of his face. The man had told one of the women in a sickly voice that "his name is Alan Blackwell, he was born one year from today at around 3PM, would prefer him to just leave it at that and left that." He carefully laid the child on the table and left. The day was September 11, 1999 when the man dropped him off.

Over time Alan grew up to be a normal size, about 5, 10 with dark black hair a rather skinny body, and a rather handsome face that always looked a little depressed. His attire include a dark jacket, a t-shirt, blue jeans and a pair of shoes he wore every day until they could not take anymore and then he would replace them. He was a rather lucky when I came to his health; he never had any acne, never got any sort of illness, and was perfectly healthy. He went to a local public school, he got into fights a lot of fights, won most of them and would not stop fighting until his body gave up or he was knocked out.

No one really knew why the fights started, when the asked him he would "I'm sorry, but I have no regrets." Because of the fights Alan had no friends, and that other kids were generally untracked to him. Even when he was little Alan had no friends. Because of his lack of friends Alan was depressed, and he also learned to live by himself. If fact around when Alan was 12, in sixth grade at the start of summer, Alan left the orphanage took all his clothes, and a sleeping bag; he left only a note a note saying "left for summer be back when school starts please leave my bed and all its stuff in place."

When he returned he said "I'm sorry if my leaving caused any problems" and when they asked where he went he was he would zone out for a while and the say something like "nowhere" or "you don't want to know" in a kind a low voice. When he returned the fights continued but this time he appeared unharmed and the other guy where messed up, on the body and in the mind. Also other kids seemed to avoid him even more, the fights didn't stop they only happened less often. The people who Alan fought wanted rematches because they either couldn't understand how they lost or wanted revenge. No matter what kind of fight was happening two on one, third on one, four on one, even if someone brought a weapon it didn't matter, Alan always won and at the end it looked like he didn't even come out with a mark on him. But the fights never stopped.