Chapter One

Of Course no one wants to hear a story from a villain's point of view. Everyone wants to root for the good guy of the story. Everyone wishes to see the death of the villain. Everyone wants to see the good ending for the good guy. They grieve for their precious hero when he or she passes away. They idolize him with fame and fortune. In the mean time people hunt villains like they are wild dogs. Keeping us in a life of having to run and fend for ourselves. That's the way I've always saw life.

I've never known what kindess is or was for that matter. I've never seen a reason to enjoy the feeling of happiness. All I've ever known was pain and suffering. Feeling the need to bring down what I was programmed to go after. Enjoying the sight of watching them suffer the same exact pain I went through.

These times are different however. You never know how fast five years feels go by. The lonliness finally creeps on you. The past sins crawl down your spine. You constantly feel that nagging sense of dread tap you on the shoulder. It gets to the point now to where the only sound I hear is the wind calling my name. And you know what? I'm tired of living this miserable life.

I'm just...

tired...

Of...

Everything...

The city streets were drenched in the winter rain. There was barely anyone out. The street lights changed slowly from red to green for no one. A figure was walking down the sidewalk. There was a faint sound of dragging. His right leg had been mangled and broken from a bad fight. Blood still drippled out of the untreated wound on the back of his ankle. The figure kept one hand out on his cloak keeping it closed. The hood concealed his battle worned face.

He got to the end of the sidewalk. He gritted his teeth as he leaned against the street lamp. He sighed to himself. He pushed his hood back revealing blackish-red hair. He looked up at the sky. The rain touched his skin softly. He could feel it's coldness. He let out a sigh of relief seeing as it began to cool him down a bit. He leaned more on the pole to try and support himself. He had been walking for miles. He planned to keep moving seeing as he had no shelter within the walls of the city itself.

His thoughts were soon broken. He looked down to see the headlamps of a car approaching him. The car stopped. Men got out. " Well well well if it ain't the former master assassin himself. What brings you around here?" sneered one of the men. The figure began backing up. He winced. He knew he was in no state to defend himself once so ever. " Where you going Bastian? Don't you want to say hi to your old buddies? You know the ones you fucked over?" The man drew his sword. Bastian growled. His hand let go of his cloak. He let it fall to the floor. He had on ripped clothes with makeshift bandages on underneath. He yanked the sword he had off of his belt. His skills were a little weak in one handed combat but seeing as his other arm was in no shape to do anything he made do with what he had.

The men began swarming Bastian cornering him on all sides. Bastian kept his eyes on them. He watched their every movements. They then began to attack him. Bastian ducked and dodged the best he could. He used his sword to knock them away from him. One of them swung at him. He dodged his attack. He slashed the man across the stomach. He hooked his sword just right to send him forward to him. He then pulled his blade out stabbing the man through the chest before cutting down. The man then fell to the ground. The rest of them growled. " you bastard!" One of them yelled. He took a swing at Bastian. Bastian dodged his attack watching as he stabbed his comrade in the stomach. Bastian then stabbed the guy through his chest. He managed to kill the both of them watching them each collapse to the ground. He smiled. He felt this alive in a while.

He kept fighting them off of him. Three more cars pulled up. Bastian growled. He hated odds he couldn't beat. He used the same tactics to keep them away from him. A shadow dropped down behind him. They stabbed him through the chest. He grunted. He coughed up blood. They smacked the hilt of their sword over his head knocking him out.

The rain began easing up a bit. A black haired man looked up at the traffic light. He sighed to himself wanting nothing more than to get home. He felt the younger boy he had behind him hold onto him tighter. " Dad when are we going to get moving? I'm really starting to get wet now." He whined. The male laughed. " Soon enough Tyler." The traffic light soon turned to green. The male revved the engine on his bike. He lifted his foot off of the ground. He cruised down the road. He knew it was bad luck to be driving his bike out in weather like this. He enjoyed the feeling of the rain on him. He got to another intersection getting ready to clear it when he felt Tyler tap him. " Hey dad who's that strange man laying over there?" He asked. The male stopped his bike. He put the kickstand down and removed the keys from the ignition. Tyler got off of the bike following his dad. His dad knelt by the man. He gently removed his hood before putting it back over. " Stay here." He barked.

Tyler watched his dad reach into his pocket. He pulled out his cell phone and dialed a number rather quickly. He stood there for several minutes. " Hey Shihzuka I know you just woke up but...could you come here please? I need you to help me move a body." He nodded. " Uh huh. Bring Zack's truck around. Just be careful please. The roads are really slick." He hung up on him. He saw the sad look on his dad's face. He knew it hurt him to say his deceased grandfather's name. His dad sighed. He looked up at the sky.

Tyler stood out there for an hour with his dad. Fletch had kept Tyler out of the rain by having him wait inside of a gas station across the street. He didn't want him to catch cold. Fletch saw the familiar lights of his father's truck pull up. Shihzuka turned it off and got out. He tossed the keys to Fletch. " Here you get Tyler warmed up while I deal with him. I'll keep a tarp over him just he doesn't get drenched further." Fletch nodded. He walked across the street to get his son. Tyler smiled. He went over to his dad who lifted him up. Fletch ran him back across the street to the truck. He put him inside buckling him in. He reached across Tyler. He opened up one of the storage units and pulled out a blanket. He laid it across Tyler's lap. He gave Tyler a kiss on the cheek. Tyler smiled. Shihzuka got Bastian's beaten body loaded into the back. He closed the gate. He secured the tarp down so that way it didn't fly off as they drove. Fletch got on his bike. He rolled alongside Shihzuka. " I'll see you at home." Shihzuka nodded. Fletch revved his engine as he took off a head of them.

Fletch sighed to himself. He knew that Bastian being around wasn't good. He figured that Bastian wanted to come back and finish what he had started. Shihzuka followed his dad home. He managed to entertain Tyler. He found his adopted younger brother amusing to be around. He saw his father pull into the driveway of their two story house. He parked next to him. He turned the engine off. Fletch was sitting on his bike for the longest while. He took his helmet off putting in on the seat as he got up. He motioned for Shihzuka to get Tyler inside. Shihzuka got out of the truck. He went over and got his brother out. He rushed his brother inside. Tyler shivered. He went over to the couch sitting on it. He cuddled down pulling the blanket over him.