Prologue: Our Beginnings

Don't even ask. I know what you're going to say. We're just your average, run-of-the-mill, not a care in the world trio of siblings. Why talk about us? I mean it's not like we're celebrities or anything. However, what we all experienced together meant everything to us. Even if we didn't say it once in a while. What you are about to hear is everything we have ever learned about (since we were kids anyway) our past.

Let's start with what we do know. My older brother, Mike (Michael even though he doesn't like being called that) is a very big guy and I mean like 5"10 which is awesome. He has this tough guy type of attitude which comes in handy when he deals with his enemies. He also has the bravery and the purest heart to take risks when needed as well. Last time I checked he dyed his hair blonde but of course has naturally dark brown hair and brown eyes just like Chris and myself. As for myself I'm pretty big at about Mike's size and I also dyed my hair but red. It is chestnut brown, often dark brown when in the shade or dark, but light brown in the sunlight or in any light whatsoever. I basically have a dark sort of attitude when taking down my enemies because I know how to think like them and I know how to act like them if I meet up with them. I also use my wits when possible to get out of any tight or difficult situation. My little brother, Chris (Christopher is too long to call him that way obviously) is really short at 4"9 or 10 I think, has chestbut brown hair, and although appears weak, but has the strength to take on the toughest of foes. He basically has his crazy kid-brother act which enables him to call on his super strength to go and take down his enemies. Yes we were a pretty good team, but even so we still had problems to deal with. The biggest one in my opinion was the fact we were so busy fighting other people or things and never got to spend time as a family. Now, that is enough about the main goods and details. This is where our story begins.

When Mike was 10, myself 7, and Chris about 3, both of our parents died of pneumonia. We didn't know what we were going to do. Mike of course being as brave as he could be tried to get us some shelter while I went to look for some food and water. I as well as Chris also went along in different parts of the city as well to find different supplies to live off of. I tried to be brave for my little brother since we were both shaken up at our parents' deaths. Yet, even I was cold and sad at our parents demises. All Mike could find was two old trash cans and a bunch of cardboard boxes. So we made due with what we had. However, three months later we got separated.

Mike got taken to the army to get muscle and growth.He was trained for hours upon hours end. Learning of what it meant to be a man and to "look after yourself". However, Mike still missed us so much and when that fateful day came for him to leave at 12/10/1996; he was strong enough to look after himself. Mike, unlike Chris and myself, was the first of us to visit Europe in a mission against secret neo-Nazi organizations. He alone was the first of us to become something more than just an ordinary child. He was also the only one who showed the potential to defeat them. He was told by his commanding officer that in order to earn respect and greatness, he had to become tough, assertive, and fight for truth and justice. Mike wrestled sharks, killed a timber wolf, and squared off against a Siberian Tiger to prove to his 'masters' he had the special power and strength to challenge such a beast and to win. It ended up in a tie since Mike at the time was merely only about 4"3. However, he earned himself his master's respect and the entire military forces of Canada gave him their utmost respect.

I was taken into "Secret Spy Family" as I used to call them. They taught me that in order to be really strong and cunning you had to depend on stealth so I of course was taken into what could've been my last few days on earth. They told me if I screwed up a mission for them they would then shoot me or have me executed (Who are they? the Nazis or something). On the Other hand I did get good luxury at their mansion from their waitresses and butlers, they told me I was the only kid that Mr. and Mrs. Spy ever had and that they cared for me very much. I was also then shortly taken to the 'Training Academy' just a few short weeks after. In the training academy, I was taught to use my reflexes and agility to my advantage so I could move faster and defend myself a lot better. I had met a guy by the name of Torahne as a kid. We were absolutely tight since the first time we saw each other on the day I arrived at the academy. He was rough at first when I got to know him, but shortly thereafter, I knew he only did what his heart was telling him to do. I in fact remember at one point in our history as we chewed our ice-cream sandwiches from the Ice Cream Truck that came by one a week, we talked about whether or not what we did as kids was actually the right thing to do. He said, "Sometimes I wonder if I'm not being too rough on people you know?" Then I replied, "You're only doing what you believe to be true in your heart of hearts. You are brave and good. Trust me, I know a good guy just by looking at them." As I did reply, I remember smiling right at Torahne and closing my eyes as he stared at me with a sense of odd yet occasional self-consciousness as he replied, "That's good to hear."

As for Chris, he was leading a life of pure and noble generosity like what Jackie Chan or Jet Lee would do. He learned Taekwondo. His Sensei taught him that in order to make miracles happen he had to be the miracle. That was about one of the strongest phrase I had ever heard from him since we went to Calgary. Chris learned to use his martial arts in a form of self-defense. He was often sent on special trips throughout the country (Canada of course) and would often have been required to perform a certain task each time when he was required to be tested by his Sensei. Chris had one time gone up to the Far North near the outskirts of Yellowknife to test how prone he was to cold. He said shivering, "I'm freezing out here!! Let's go inside!!" The Sensei replied, "In my day, we only had enough energy to think about something warm. We had to earn our food and shelter grasshopper!! That is why I am teaching you this, so as to show you what you can achieve with a great muster of emotion and magic." Mike knew our days would be numbered before we would meet again. I don't know how, but somehow someway he just knew.

(Now before you go 'wtf' on me, take a listen here. This story is a little complicated than the Legend Begins or any other story I am making now. For every monologue moment done by 'Victor' (since he is the one narrating it) there will be a lot of chapters for each character since this is a long one here. It will make more sense when I actually get to making more. I also hoped you noticed some key stuff that connects this to BBS and the rest of KH. So stay tuned.)

(Next Time: Mike in Europe.)

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