year: 3184
"Aoshi Tobias Senn"
"That's me, sir."
"Go down the hallway to your left, and you're in the third door on the left."
"Yes sir."
As Aoshi walked past the man, he distinctly heard him mutter to himself, "Bitch."
He ignored this; it was nothing he hadn't heard, or indeed, used, before.
Opening the door as he reached it, Aoshi glumly surveyed his new temporary quarters.
The room was small, rectangular in shape, and contained a metal frame bed, A chest of drawers, and a mirror above the head of the bed. Other than the mirror, the walls were bare.
He sighed heavily, tossing his ragged duffle bag on the floor and fell on the bed. At least it was in better condition than his previous 'home'.
Aoshi was a mass murderer, a convicted criminal. When faced with two options for his death, (guess what they were,) he had chosen to participate in this 'Unreal Tournament'.
After a month of physical workout, he had finally been taken on a private plane with at least four guards to an unknown destination, where he'd been directed to wait in his room, which would be his house until they were 'ready for him'.
He'd just finished a murdering when they caught him. It was night, early morning to be specific. 1:28 to be more specific. He was going to kill Richard March, a big-time rich man.
It would be a bomb job, no problem. He left the building after carefully placing his bombs, detonator in hand. He squatted behind a garbage dumpster a few blocks away. He'd done this before without getting caught, so he wasn't too worried, although bombing wasn't really his style. He put in the password. Deep breaths. He reached his hand out. Pushed the button.
BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOMM
Aoshi ran into the street, panic written clearly across his face. He stood in awe and watched the flames grow in the higher levels of the 40 -some story building. Then the debris came down. Aoshi screamed, turned, ran. Everyone on the street was running, people coming out of stores and buildings to see, then running with the crowds. As he ran, Aoshi smirked to himself for an instant, then his expression quickly changed back to one of fear. Nobody noticed.
"Uugh!"
He looked up, into the face of a cop. "You're under arrest for theft and murder!" The man shouted above the noise.
"What! You can't arrest me! I didn't do anything!"
"Sure, sure. You have the right to remain silent, and all that shit, bitch."
The cop whipped him around and cuffed him, despite all his struggles. Aoshi turned sharply and jerked his head up, smaking the top of his head against the man's jaw.
"Gggkkkk!"
"What does that mean, huh?" Aoshi taunted. "Wwghggh!" Someone had grabbed him from behind. Twisting his head around, he saw two other police, plus the one holding him. Plaster fell around them, and sirens were everywhere as firetrucks raced to the site.
Aoshi woke in that small room, jerking upwards with a cry and sweating. He looked around the dark room, wishing that there were windows in it. The door opened. A woman poked her head inside.
"What's with all the ruckus?" she demanded.
"I was, was ah I was ..." he stuttered. The woman shook her head and closed the door. Aoshi heard a distinct click.
"Good night." he muttered to himself.