OMG! I figured out what was wrong with the Wi-fi on my iPad. I kept using upper case letters for the password when it was all lower case. I'm so happy. I don't own Big Hero 6.
In San Fransokyo Prison
Robert Callaghan sat, alone on his cot. Deep in thought.
His mind kept racing. Going to the same thought over and over again.
It wasn't about his failure to kill Keri. It wasn't the destruction of his life and reputation. It wasn't that his daughter hasn't visited him since he was thrown in jail.
He did a little project while in hiding. It went well until Hiro found the warehouse. The boy made it go to hell.
Now, Robert was certain that it was going to come and bite him in the ass. That was no question about it.
It was a matter of when or if he was going to survive.
"Hello, Professor." A voice filled with false sweetness spoke.
Robert froze. Speak of the devil.
"Y-Yokai. What are…" The jail bird stuttered. A fist to the cheek cut him off.
"Don't you dare call me that. I am not the Yokai, you old fool." The visitor hissed.
Robert recovered from the attack. "If you're here to kill me. To get revenge for my actions. Than just get it over with."
"Kill you? No. Nothing makes me happier than watching you rot away in this cell. Locked away from your only family. Just as you did to me."
The ex-professor winced at the words.
"But I'm getting off topic. The reason I'm here, professor, is to thank you."
"Thank me? Why? I tried to turn you into a killer. Turn you on your friends. Your family. What could you possibly thank me for?"
"Because you broke my restraints. Now, I see things differently. Do things I couldn't bring myself to do before. All thanks to you, professor." The visitor laughed.
"What do you mean? What kind of things?" Robert demanded.
"You see, a long time ago, I had to bury feeling I had for someone… close. Someone that I shouldn't love like this. Not in this day and age at least."
Robert stared at him. "You sick, twisted…" A slap to the face cut him off.
"No. You are the sick, twisted, son of a bitch. You tore me down and tried to rebuild me in to a monster. Made my family bury an empty casket next to my parents. Nearly killed my friends, three times. Destroyed a building, costing thousands of people their jobs. Oh, and lets not forget, you used two inventions that were meant for to help people in your attack. Turning them into weapons. I'm not even close to as twisted as you are."
The visitor was about to leave.
"Before I forget…" He pointed a finger to Robert. "If you ever come near my friends or my family, I will kill you and dump your body in to the bay." And with that, the visitor was gone.
Robert could only sit there and stared. Than, the visitor's words hit him.
"My god. What have I done?"
The start of the rewrite of this story.
Is it better? Worse? Let me know.