Chapter 2

Zane

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A black coat hung on the back of a large steel door, the room was darkened by the numerous blinds blocking out the light from the windows. A small electronic clock sat the side of a large bed; and read 5:18 am. In the bed lay a woman of no significance. Her face was simple, her body looked like any other mildly attractive woman's body, and her hair was a completely unmemorable color. She was just a woman; a simple and unmemorable by all standards woman. She lay with no clothes face down on the bed, covered mostly by sheets. Beside her the bed was empty.

Across the room though stood a blue haired shirtless man, a man lost in thought. He looked across the room to the woman who lay in his bed. He had no idea who she was. He was sure that at some point she told him her name, but he really didn't care at all, so he never remembered it. In fact he was sure he forgot it before she even finished telling him it. She was nothing to him; she only served to fill a void he felt deep inside him. Not just her though, there were many nameless and faceless woman who only served for this purpose. Though at the end of the night, they never satisfied him the way he longed for. He just couldn't seem to remember how to fill his need. These women made him feel something they gave a nice temporary relief. But why could he fill the void?

He kept a small lock box in his desk, and every now and then he would open it up and pull out a picture held inside. The image depicted a beautiful girl whom he could never forget. He remembered that at one point she seemed to make him happy. There were many times he had gone to her again and attempted to relive the feeling, which he could not remember, but knew he once had. He failed though. The last time he saw her, all he felt was rage, anger, pain, and annoyance. Why had she made him feel things before, he couldn't stand her. She wanted to change him and she always prattled on about needless things. It was so frustrating, being unable to feel something, but remembering that it felt good, but so unaware of what the feeling was.

He leaned against the wall and just held the photo in his hand. He shouldn't care for her, it made no sense to. He couldn't stand her right? No matter what he thought and no matter what he would say, he could feel it deep down inside himself he knew he could never stop caring for this girl, and he would always feel the need to protect her. Suddenly he could hear movement coming from the bed, the strange woman was awakening.

As the woman began to stretch and sit up she immediately started looking for Zane. As soon as she saw a glimpse of him, her vision was suddenly impaired by a thud of clothes tossed at her head.

"Get dressed and leave." Ordered Zane

"Excuse me?" she retorted in shock as she removed the clothes from her head and began to dress.

"Are you as deaf as you are pathetic? Get dressed and leave." he said mockingly

She pulled her pants on and slid off the bed. "God you're terrible, you know last night when you took me back here to your room I thought maybe you were just the quite type but now I get it, you just used me, and to think I thought I was special to get the chance to be with the great Zane Truesdale."

He laughed darkly "Did it really take you that long to figure that out? And if you're special it's only in your own head, as far as I can tell your nothing more than a pathetic fan girl who's only redeeming quality is that you're of the female gender and you happened to be standing the closet to me when I decided I was bored." He took a step toward her and smirked "I pity the next man your with, he will feel just if not more disappointed and disgusted than I do right now"

Tear began to fill her blank eyes "I wish I never laid eyes on you!" she screamed as she grabbed her bag and ran toward the door. She then paused when she saw the photo in his hand. "Oh is that ugly tramp the one you really want? Well if she is lucky she will never have the misfortune." She snapped as she reached for the door knob to leave. As she did she felt a harsh pressure against her body as she went crashing to the ground behind her.

"NEVER SPEAK OF ALEXIS THAT WAY!" he shouted as he raised a fist to her.

Before his fist could collide he heard a knock at the door, and then it suddenly opened and in walked his new manager he hired after firing shroud, Darken Forbes. "Mr. Truesdale if you don't mind you have a 6:30 meeting with the press about your plans for the next year until the new duel championships start."

He hated press conferences but his manager insisted since there were always so many negative rumors going on about Zane, Forbes thought it best if they took a more proactive approach since he would not be allowed to compete in the Pros anymore if he got too much bad publicity. "Fine, I will get dressed and be right now." He huffed and began to walk towards his closet; he then suddenly remembered the girl and paused. "Oh and Forbes before you go, please take the trash out" as he motioned to the girl on the floor.

His manager rolled his eyes and extended his hand to the terrified girl on the floor. This was too typical of Zane. "Come girl! We have to get you cleaned up and discus a few things before you can go." He told her as he escorted her out of Zane's apartment.

Zane stood in his closet motionless for a time. He couldn't understand why he got so mad at that trash he just had removed. All it said was that Alexis was an ugly tramp, he didn't really agree on that statement but it's not like he should really care anyways right. But then again he did find himself staring at her picture quite often.

"Enough of this" he said to himself as he went to his lock box pulled out the picture once again. He was so sick of this feeling he got every time he saw her picture, or even thought of her. He stormed over to the nearest window and tossed out her photo. He then turned back to his closet and prepared for the day.

But the feeling didn't leave him. He still felt annoyed. As he pulled on his black jacket he looked to his open window where he had just tossed the photo. It was gone, taken by the wind and never to ruin his day again. Now he just felt a sense of regret.

Oh well he thought as he walked away and made his way down to the first floor.

There at the bottom of the stair well was his manager and several eager reporters, all waiting for him to say a few words. Annoyed as ever he went to please his manager and speak to the annoying reporters.

"Zane Zane over here?" shouted all the reporters at once.

It was always like this, couldn't they for once just stand quietly and just wait for him to say what he said he would and be done with it. He thought he might test the thought this time around, and even though his manager would point to a reporter and allow them to ask their question, Zane would simply ignore it. Finally they all silenced themselves and just waited, as he wanted.

He smirked and then spoke. "Now that your all done screaming we can proceed. You want to know what I'm going to do while I wait for the next pro duel season. I plan on….." he trailed off unable to finish his statement as he was in shock at what he saw. Pinned to the nearest street light pole by the wind was the photo he tossed out. It was like it was staring him in the eye, haunting him. Then suddenly he had a change of plans. He jerked his head and set his gaze on the reporters once more and finished his statement. "I plan on paying a visit to my old school, Duel academy. It appears I have unfinished business."


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