A/N Inspired by Dragon! The idea that came from Math and grew in P.E! Ready to hear my tale? OKAY! Let's go!

Don't own Hyper Force

Black Night at Night, with Night

"Where's Blade100? I haven't seen him all day," Chiro asked.

Blade looked at the boy, then out the window. His thoughts nowhere nearby.

"Blade? Hey Blade!" Otto yelled.

"What?" Blade asked, snapping out of it.

"Where is he? Sprx said.

Blade looked at his friends, then at his own room within the Robot. He led them to it and quietly opened the door.

The Hyper Force's eyes widened as they saw Blade100, on the ground, and holding a brown bracelet with the cross on it, and quietly praying.

"What's he doing?" Otto whispered.

"Repenting," Blade answered. The gray monkey noticed the stares he was given, he sighed and closed the door. "He won't like it, but I'll tell you his story."

"Story?" Nova asked. "What story?"

"The first part, as some have called…. Blackest Night. A long time ago, a small shy little baby was born."

More than a dozen years ago

Blade100 was born, but back then he was not called Blade100. He was simply called….

Alex.

Alex was given to his mother and father from the nurse. They smiled, and cried a bit as they stared at him.

"He's beautiful," his mother whispered.

"Just like you," his father added.

A four years later

"Remember son," Alex's Dad explained. "Our family is the best. Always have been, always will be! Got it?"

"Yes sir," Alex quietly answered.

"Good. Now come on," Dad said, walking away with Alex following.

As they walked, Alex looked at his father.

"Dad?"

"Yes?"

"There are these kids that are really mean to me at school, what should I do?"

"Simple. Fight back."

"What?"

"Always be willing to fight, defend yourself. Don't let them push you around."

Defend yourself…. If only he knew…

Six Years later. Age 10

"I can't believe this!" Alex's Dad yelled, smacking the boy. He held Alex's grades, each horrible. "Why didn't you tell us!?"

"I-I was a afraid."

"Go to your room! NOW!" Alex's father cried. "I'm giving up! I wish we never had you!"

This wasn't the first time Alex had messed up. His grades were always bad, but these were the worst yet.

Alex ran into his room and sat down on a chair. Tears went down his cheeks, and his father's words echoed.

He then felt a hand on his shoulder and looked up, to see the exact copy of himself looking down at him.

"W-who are you?"

"You're friend. You're true family," he responded, smiling at young Alex. "You may all me… Night."

Alex was about to speak, but Knight interrupted.

"I will help. All you have to do is sleep, and what you dream will come," Night explained.

"What I dream?" Alex whispered, suddenly overcoming with sleep.

"Yes. Now just close your eyes and I promise. You're parents will be very, very, happy."

Now

"His real name is Alex?" Chiro asked.

"Yes, but don't tell him I said that!" Blade ordered. "Now, I have to tell, Blade100 suffers from a mental problem since he was born."

"A mental problem? Blade100?" Gibson asked.

"Yeah. Dissociative Identity Disorder or DID," Blade explained.

"DID?" Sprx asked.

Back long ago

"So what's the story this time?" a detective asked.

The officer looked at him, his face black. Having seen murders before, but none like this.

"Two bodies. Male and Female, both in their fifties." The officer explained. "Also something scary."

"What?"

"The two had a kid, small one, atleast ten years old."

"So what's the scary part?"

"We found him covered in blood, holding a knife. Smiling."

The detective looked at the officer, wide eyed. "Are you kidding!? Are you saying that child killed two adults!?"

"Fingerprints fit, kid even admitted it," the cop explained.

"What exactly did he say?"

"Go ask him yourself," the officer suggested, pointing to the house.

The man walked and saw there, on the kitchen floor, the small boy sat, the knife on the ground, fresh with blood, Alex touching the water with his finger.

"Hello?"

Alex looked up, dried tears on his face.

"I killed them."

"What?"

"That's what you were going to ask, right? I killed them. He helped me."

"He?"

"Night."

"Night? Who's Night?"

Alex remained silent, touching the blood of his parents with his hand as two cops walked in.

"We're taking the kid with us. We're going to bring him to an Asylum," one of them said.

Before they could grab him, Alex grabbed a bracelet that belonged to his mother. The bracelet was wooden, a small part of it showing the cross. He quickly stuffed it in his pocket, as the two walked over.

The two grabbed Alex's arms and dragged him out. As they dragged him away Alex looked behind the detective, seeing Night looking at him with a blank stare.

"See? Your parents are in a better place now."

A/N I guess I'll end it here. Part 2…. The Escape. R n R.