BEFORE YOU READ THIS STORY: Hey people. Before you read this story, please beware that it is rated PG—13 for a reason. This story's first few chapters are going to be much darker than X's Dream or any other fic I've written. I DO warn you that this story is rated PG—13 for descriptive violence, strong language, and some suggestive stuff. There are some chapters in which the language gets pretty bad but I think it still fits as PG—13.  Thanx for your time.

DISCLAIMER: I don't own Action Man so leave me alone.

Asazi

Prologue

This is my diary. My life's thoughts and dreams. Before I became Asazi. Before I became the killer…and the time it took for me to become one.

And the times about my killing. This is my story, though I may not seem like the kind of person, the kind of woman to write this story…but I am. In secret, I have my own plans, my own life to live… But because of them, my life was different, and most of my dreams became idiocies of life.

So read about my life, read about why I kill others and why Dr. X fears me more than Alex Man or any other human. And why I help Dr. X. So read and learn…

Chapter 1

I was born in Colorado; I don't know my real birthday. I don't remember…but it all started when I was six. When I had a perfect, movie-like life…

"Mommy! School was fun today!"

She looked at me with her pretty, blonde-haired and blue-eyed face. "Really? What'd you do that made it fun?" She asked me in a fun voice.

As I got into our car, I eagerly replied, "I climbed onto the ladder on the playground. You know that one that is really scary? I climbed and went down the really big slide! And I did it by myself!"

Her mouth opened with a smile and she said, "That's great! Did you do any papers today?"

"Uh huh! I made a ninety, a hundred and a ninety-five! Are they good?"

She smiled again. "Yes they are."

I happily put on the seat belt and she started driving away from the school's pick-up area. I looked out the window that I had rolled down, at the partly cloudy skies, the sun streaming down and heating the concrete pavement. It was almost summer. Almost time for school to get out and me too play with my friends.

I had plans. Me and my friends were going to climb trees, have fun, watch cartoons (bugs bunny!) and just-plain-have fun.

We turned onto a highway; my mom sped up to match the speed of other cars. "Is Daddy going to be home when we get home," I asked, hope in my voice. The wind from the open window blew into my face, refreshing me from the heat.

She answered in a playful voice, "Actually, Daddy is right behind you—''

SCRREEECH! BAM! BAM! EERRRR! "AAAAA!" I screamed. I screamed and screamed. I opened my eyes to see the road…below us. We were high in the air, actually flying through the air. I glanced at my Mommy only to see a human body covered in blood.

I screamed more and looked out the windshield. The road was coming up fast. We hit the highway, our car smashing into the concrete. Suddenly a body flew past me from behind, in between my mommy's seat and my seat.

The body flew through the windshield and onto the hard pavement of the highway. It splattered but as our car began to lean forward, I saw the person's face…it was my Daddy. His body was splattered across the road, blood everywhere.

I screamed again but this time not in fear. I screamed in anguish. Our car started falling forward onto the road when I saw a shadow in the corner of my eye, a shadow of a truck coming up from behind us—BAM!!

More sounds of splintering glass filled my ears and then my head flew forward and hit the dashboard. As my vision dimmed, I saw my Mommy in the seat next to me, covered in blood, her face not even recognizable…and it was then that I died.

-_-

Blackness filled my vision. I slowly opened my eyes to see a bright light. I couldn't see past it but hands were moving in and out of it…

I heard voices but they were faint…distant. I blinked and suddenly there was pain in my stomach. Pain so horrible. It engulfed me and I moaned.

The voices became clearer.

"Crap, she's awake. Inject two more milligrams of versed and ten more Demerol. And hurry because if she moves, she's in deep shit."

Two hands moved out of the light but the other two stayed. There were a few more murmurs and I heard the doctor say, "The glass is right on the edge of her Transverse colon." I started to move my head when there was a sudden pain in my throat.

A devastating pain. "The other piece of glass has pierced her throat, not deep yet but will take careful removal—where's that damn Demerol?!"

There was a little stinging pain in my arm, in my elbow. It lasted for a few seconds then it was gone. The pain in my stomach suddenly soared and my moaned again. "He…hel…help…," I muttered. I feminine voice gently said, "It's okay. You're gonna be okay darling…"

"Mo…Mom…me…"

And then the light began to fade and I lost consciousness…

-_-

When I woke up, the light was gone and I was alone. I was in a bed, soft and large. The room was large; a curtain surrounded my bed and when I felt a small pinch in my arm, I looked at it.

There was a needle in it. The needle had a string-thing attached to it and the string thing was attached to a little bag of water. I blinked. I was in a hospital, where sick people go.

I blinked again and in that split second I remembered everything. It came back to me in flashes. The car in the air—the body…my Daddy splattered across the pavement—my Mommy's blood-covered body next to me in the car—the dashboard red with my blood just before I went to sleep.

Slowly, as more memories filled my head, I began to cry. Silently cry. My Mom and Dad were gone and I was alone in a hospital. Alone with the bandages on my neck and my tummy—stomach. I was alone…

It was then that I realized my death, realized that I was alone in this world. Alone, hurt, and without a home…

-_-

A few days later, my stomach had to undergo surgery because another piece of windshield glass was in buried under the skin and flesh of my torso.

I don't know how long I was in the hospital. At least three weeks.

During that time I watched movies that the doctors and nurses didn't know I watched. Mainly movies about children on their own but I watched violent movies that taught me how to be careful and not trust anybody. I had learned how to study people by reading mystery books. I became a 'lone-wolf'.

I vowed to never trust anybody or depend on anybody.

When I was able to leave, I was transferred to my Uncle's house. He lived in Florida and was not a good man. I knew about that from my Mommy…my dead mommy.

I was waiting in the hospital's lobby when my Uncle, his name Uncle Shawn. He had to come and pick me up because I was in Colorado. He had driven by car and I immediately knew that he was not to be trusted.

You see, I had learned fast that I had to grow up. I was alone and I couldn't trust anybody. So when Uncle Shawn came into the lobby at the hospital, I studied him and watched how he walked, how he talked to the people at the desk. He was obviously 'street-smart'.

And from the way he talked, he was probably a secretive person. He was tall, blackish-brownish hair, but he wasn't well built. He was skinny and pale. I knew right off that he was a drug seller. How did I know right off? He had pens sticking out of his jean pockets that didn't have black ink. Instead they had white powder, better known as cocaine or marijuana.

He was an illegal substance dealer, and probably user. I planned on running away during our road trip back to Florida. He flirted with the nurse at the desk for a little while and then she pointed toward me. He glanced over at me and plastered the fakest smile I've ever seen onto his face.

He casually walked over to me, pretending to be happy to finally meet me.

"Hi! I'm you Uncle Shawn! How are you doing?"

I didn't answer. Instead I stared him down and kept my lips sealed. I had matured in the past few weeks I had been in the hospital and I knew that I couldn't trust him.

"You wanna go to my house now? It's really, really far from here so we better get going!" He spoke in an enthusiastic voice like Mom's but I knew it was fake. I knew because his eyes betrayed him. His eyes told me everything.

He also spoke to my like I was a dumbass. I wasn't dumb. I could tell he was a person that wanted power in his screwed up life.

But I didn't say anything, just got up and followed him outside and into the parking lot. He walked over to one corner of the lot and proudly stood next to a blue Chevette. He beamed at it and moved his hand over the roof. "Isn't she great," he asked, as if it was the best thing.

I shook my head 'no' and he frowned.

"In that case," his voice had a dangerous edge, "get in and don't say a thing on the trip."

I complied but when he got in on the other side, behind the wheel, I realized that this trip was going to dangerous. He had drugs and he was the driver.

He started the car…tried to start the car. It didn't start and he muttered a very rude word, probably forgetting I was next to him. He got out and popped the hood, studying the engine. I saw his arms move around inside the engine through the thin line between the hood and windshield.

I blinked and—SLAM! I jumped up to see that he was done, the hood down and him climbing back into the car. He was smiling—he had meant to scare me.

Don't worry Uncle Shawn, I thought to myself, I'll get you back in a way that you can never get me back.

Shawn started the engine and it smoothed itself into working order. He shifted into reverse and in a minute we were cruising down the freeway. Cruising toward Florida where my Uncle Shawn, a drug-seller and a power-hungry person lived.

But I knew that if a man that's life is already as bad as his and he's power-hungry…I knew that that would lead to me being at the center of his power. And that meant him hurting me and touching me in sinful ways…

I knew that I had to leave but…I didn't. And to this day I still regret it…

Author's Note

Hey people…I know it's a dark fic but…I think Asazi's character in the show is too brief. Her childhood needs to be explained so I volunteered for it…

I also know that there are glitches in this chapter and other numerous errors and stuff so, if you would, bare with me in the fact that this story IS going to get better. I just have to write her childhood first. So please review and please, each time I post a chapter, read and review it because this fic WILL get better. Be patient……