A/N- We are now in the past. Two months before what occurred in the last chapter.

Warnings- Readers, this part is rated R for violence and disturbing behavior. It isn't nice. Kale is a hitman. It's what he does. Keep that in mind. If this scares you off, then pm me and I'll give you the gist of what's going on.

Chapter 7- Origins of the Wolf

Part I- A Day in the Life

"It is a man's own mind, not his enemy or foe, that lures him to evil ways."
Bhuddist quote

Two Months Before…

Nathaniel Chase, Nate to his friends and family, was finally getting home after a long day of work. Nate was 6'2, wore nerd glasses and let his wife dress him in tailored suits. He worked as an engineer, mainly designing and building mines for the army. He was good at what he did and had been part of the team that had reduced the size of a mine series by half. It wasn't going into wide spread use, but it could function for limited types of engagement. He was inordinately proud. It was with this lens that he could say with certainty that his life was great.

It was on track. Nate had a relatively large home, two cars, a boat, a dog and a summer home in Florida. The dream of a white picket fence was his. He made sure that the house he bought with his success had a white, picket fence. He had a beautiful wife, Janie, and adorable twin girls, Emma and Lucy. They were the light of his world. Everything he did was for them. There was nothing that he wouldn't do if it meant that they could be happy. Nate could die at this moment a happy man. "Yes, my life is good."

This attitude was greeted with silence from his home. It was dark and quiet. More importantly, it was unnatural. Nate came home to laughter and bright lights of his home. His girls ran to his arms and gave him sloppy kisses. His dog greeted him with a bark and a wag of his tail. And his lovely wife looked on indulgently with a soft smile. But all of that was missing now. Nate was excitable and absent minded. His wife was the cool, collected one.

He ran into his home calling the name of his wife.

"Janie!"

The sight that greeted him as soon as he entered the dining room chilled him to the bone. His dog was dead. The side of his wife's face wasn't there anymore. Her eyes were vacant. Sightless. Blood covered her chest, but Nate couldn't see that. He only saw her face…her eyes. Her crystal blue eyes. Her long, dark hair matted with blood. Nate heard the whimpering of his daughters and he saw that they were bound and gagged close to their mother. Their faces were streaked with tears.

Nate ran to move to them when a voice stopped him cold. The voice originated behind him. Nate slowly turned to face the voice. It was a man who had been a valet at the parking garage he regularly frequented.

"Mr. Chase, I wouldn't do that if I were you."

Nate stuttered, "Tony? What…what's going on here?"

Samuel Kale saw the recognition flash across the face of his mark. He saw as Nathaniel Chase's eyes took in his features. The man may have been something of a goof, who had a wife way out of his weight class, but he was an engineer. Nathaniel was trained to notice the minutia. To augment and improve upon designs that had been streamlined already.

"I'm sorry to inform you, but my name is not Tony. It's actually Samuel Kale."

It was in that moment that Nate knew that he was going to die. No mere kidnapper, blackmailer, or burglar would ever reveal themselves let alone tell their true name. Nate didn't doubt that he had been told the true name of the man who had killed his wife and hurt his daughters.

"Whatever you want. It's all yours. Just please, please let my girls go. They're kids. They won't tell. They won't even remember your face."

Kale tilted his head to the left and narrowed his eyes, "They will die tonight as will you. The only say in the matter that you have is how quickly they die. Give me what I want and they won't suffer. I'll kill them quick…and you. Don't waste your time begging. It won't do you any good, but it will piss me off. This doesn't have to be unpleasant."

Nate felt his eyes burning. He knew that he was crying. His breath was little more than shallow pants. His body trembled. Nate could only hope that this man was telling the truth. How could it be that he had to hope in the word of a madman? What kind of God would let this happen?

"What do you want?"

Kale was glad that Chase had seen reason. He wasn't entirely unsympathetic to the man's plight. He didn't relish hurting children, but he had accepted the job. He'd done his homework and knew that the key to Chase was his family. Kale didn't want to hurt them more than necessary.

"You have some files that my employer wants. Project: Pipsqueak. I'm not entirely unreasonable so I'll tell you the whys. You remember a Miss Kimberly Wavers don't you? It seems that she didn't appreciate you stealing her work and then lying about it…or rather her uncle didn't. Ruining someone's career is just so uncouth. So here we are."

Nate hadn't stolen her work. He merely borrowed some parts and presented it to the bosses. It was done all the time.

"Listen, I didn't. She's lying."

Kale actually thought this might've gone easy, "No. I do believe you're lying. I've been watching you for weeks now. You have so many tell-tales that it's been pathetically easy to decipher you. But even if you were telling the truth and she was lying through her teeth, it would not have mattered. I'm being paid to get the files and kill you. So get them now or I'll become rather…unpleasant."

Nate ran upstairs to his computer with Samuel Kale right behind him. He put in his pass codes and left his computer open. After ten minutes, Kale got what he wanted and gestured for Nate to go back downstairs to his dining room.

"Well, Mr. Chase, we are now at the end of our little acquaintanceship. I have enjoyed my time as a valet. We had the most interesting conversations. So what I want you to do is pick up that gun on the table. It has three bullets. Before you think to turn that gun on me, know that you will fail. After you fail, I will hurt your daughters…very badly. Save us all the trouble. I think you know what you are to do."

Nate trembled. There was no way that he could do as he was told. There was also no way that he could let this psychotic man hurt his daughters. Nate had no doubt that Samuel Kale would do just as he said he would. Nate closed his eyes and pulled the trigger in quick succession.

"Very good, Mr. Chase. You're a better shot than I would've guessed. But then again, this is Texas."

Nate's voice was unsteady, "I had no choice."

"How could it have all gone so wrong?" He turned the gun on himself and pulled the trigger.

If there was anything that Samuel Kale actively hated, it was those words.

He spoke to a corpse, "No, you had plenty of choices. You could have chosen to defy me. Taken your chances, but you didn't because at the end of the day you are weak. You could have chosen to not steal the work of others. Just because you see no other options doesn't mean that they don't exist. It means that you lack a strong will."

Kale left the quaint little house with a picket fence. He was actually on his way to meet his long-time girlfriend when he received a call. It was a phone reserved for business. There were so many layers of security and obfuscation that it would take an almost Herculean effort to get to him. He wasn't on anyone's radar except the kind of people who wanted his services.

"Kale."

The voice on the other end spoke into his ear, "There's a job for you in Smallville, Kansas. The information you need is in the usual drop box. Be here by noon tomorrow."

Kale heard a click and the line was dead. Sometimes his future bosses were like that. No nonsense types. Efficient. The instincts that he had honed in the marines and his profession told him that this would be something off the beaten path of his normal jobs. He looked forward to it.


Four hours later Samuel Kale was on the road out of Texas. He'd checked his email on a secure server. Emails sent to him were innocuous. Many referenced the weather. Others talked about seemingly random news stories, but all of them had meaning to him. He was intrigued by this new job. This small town in Kansas was too much to be believed. There should have been more press in the news about this town, but there wasn't. No doubt all the oddities of the town were more than likely attributed to the fact that these people were hicks in a town so far removed from the map it was unreal.

"Smallville, Kansas here I come."