"Its not the size of the Dog in the Fight, It's the size of the Fight in the Dog."- Mark (Samuel Longhorn Clemens) Twain 1835-1910

Eyes Wide Open

The Night of April 11th

Sergeant Mullican was having a very shitty day. He had been driving home and well…things had gone to hell.

He'd ended his rounds and as he turned the corner of 82nd Street he had heard it. Shattering glass and what sounded like a bomb going off. He had swerved and ended up stopping on the sidewalk.

He looked out his car window and up to see a shattered window. Looking around he saw that the building acros the street had a shattered window as well, his eyebrows scrunched together in concentration.

'Gawdammit all!' Closing his eyes and rubbing the bridge of his nose Sergeant Mullican jumped as his coffee finally seeped onto his leg. "Sunva!" Mullican got out of his car and noticed the building with the shattered window's main door was gone.

The 34-year-old drew his Beretta 9mm and moved up the stairs of the building quickly. The Apartment Building was waking up due to whatever caused the noise. Topping the stairs Mullican turned into another destroyed door and entered quickly.

Space

The past few hours had been a horrendous blur to Tsuniko. James had gotten up after a few seconds and had helped her up.

The police had then showed up, her and James had been split up. She had been put in an ambulance and after being checked out, was sent to a physchologist.

The shrink had asked her what happened, she had told her it all in detail.

She hadn't been believes, the woman had told her she was in shock and was inventing stories.

So now Tsuniko sat, waiting for the Police to finish questioning James. She herself had a few questions as well as the fact she needed her friend.

Space

"So tell me again what happened Mr. Callihan?" The large angry cop yelled down at the seated man.

"There's no need I've already told you four times."

"Well Doctor, I'm sorry if I don't completely buy your whole story of innocence. Most especially considering the fact we had to peel one of those boys out of a wall and the others throat is crushed."

"I tol-." "I AM NOT FINISHED TALKING DOCTOR!"

Dr. Callihans jaw snapped shut like a trap. "The one we peeled out of that wall has 37 broken bones and will be lucky if he walks again. The other one will probably never be able to speak again, assuming he comes out of that lovely coma."

His face becoming grim the doctor ground his teeth together as he spoke.

"I told you sir, I arrived after the events that caused these man's injuries. I do NOT know what happened."

Shaking his head the detective answered, "Fine, I can't prove otherwise doctor, but I do plan to hold you the full twenty four hours." The Detective punched the wall, leaving a hole as he walked out. Then two uniformed officers came in and hauled Doctor Callihan out.

Space

Tsuniko watched an angry man walk out and then two policemen pushing James along followed him. She looked at him expectantly.

James clenched his jaw and asked for a second. He looked at Tsuniko, "Tsu, go to my apartment, stay there till your apartments fixed." She numbly accepted the keys and watched as the two uniforms pushed along James.

She sat, and stared long after they had disappeared into the bowels of the station.

"Miss Tsunara?" Tsuniko jumped, it was Detective Barnes.

"Yes?" "Do you want a ride home Miss? I've got a car waiting and they will stay and watch to make sure your safe if you like?"

"That'd be nice, but can you drop me off at James' apartment till mine is fixed, I don't think I could go back there."

Detective Barnes nodded and helped her up, walking her out to the patrol car.

Space

Tsuniko settled into the guestroom at James' apartment and drifted off to sleep uneasily, she had made sure the door was locked but it didn't ease her fears.

She awoke every hour that night and after the seventh time forced her up and to the coffee cup, she sat down humming to herself.

Then she bumped the coffee cup off the table. It shattered and before she had thought about it she was in the corner, crying. She would later realize that the sound reminded her of the noise of her lamp breaking.

It wasn't much comfort as she screamed and mumbled incoherently, trying to fight off invisible demons. What she didn't realize was very soon shed' be fighting something worse.

Space

Alex was staring at the ceiling in his room nothing made sense anymore. He was in a world he didn't know or understand. He had decided it was another world, he wasn't stupid. Though he was lacking many of his memories he had figured out enough.

He was somewhere different, he could feel it. The energy in the air, in the people, even in the animals was different. He didn't know how but he could feel it.

It was as if the tune of the world was different than what he remembered.

Sighing he rolled over again and began to ponder something else that was bothering him.

'People do not simply let others into their homes, Jesse as much as Id like to pretend, he has ulterior motives.'

Groaning Alex pushed out of bed and felt the light chill in the air, he was dressed in some loose fitting black pants Jesse had let him borrow. He opened his door and for the first time heard the signs of someone exerting themselves.

The only light that was reflecting into the padded area was moonlight, and as the moon was merely a sliver tonight it wasn't much. Alex however could pick up the movement. It was graceful in a deadly and destructive way that for some reason he understood.

He couldn't see anything but what he assumed was Jesse's outline. He was moving fast…real fast. He was attacking man shaped targets scattered on the floor; each hit was a kill, or a broken bone.

What caused Alex pause however wasn't the display of cold ruthless precision. It was the fact Jesse would strike a target and then become a blur on the way to the next one, Alex walked towards him.

He felt entranced by it all and barely registered what happened next

Space

Jesse's blood boiled as he moved in the darkness, the blindfold and the night made sure that was all he saw. The targets he had set had done so quickly so he wouldn't remember their location. So now he went on his senses alone and it was giving him a rush.

The targets all were set on a base with motion sensors that allowed the man shaped parts to move away from a strike or as it were, dodge to a degree. This had made them difficult to hit and even avoid when they'd move back to their positions after he would miss.

It had hurt when he got hit the first few times, he didn't miss anymore. Ducking as he heard an "arm" rebound back after his kick to the dummy's neck. He back hand-springed away and flipped to avoid a previous dummy that was still moving. Landing he blocked the flailing arms with outside forearm blocks, countered with a throat shot and grabbed the dummys head and pulled its face into his knee. He hit it with enough force to flip the large dummy over.

Jesse continued this for three hours, moving all over his training floor, most times the targets he was using would simply flail around when hit, when he got angry they however ended up on the floor destroyed.

Reacting Jesse turned and kicked at the noise, it was blocked. He punched following through and ducked low and swept at the legs of the target. Then something strange happened, he met air with his leg sweep and then felt a heel slam into his nose, slamming him onto his back.

He sat up, and pulled the blindfold off with a jerk. He couldn't believe his eyes.

Space

Alex's arms hurt from were he'd blocked the strikes and he was pretty sure his heel was bruised from kicking Jesse. That however wasn't what had him so very bothered.

He had reacted without thought to being attacked, he had even struck back without thought. Jesse wasn't hurt, but the fact he had hit the man was something amazing.

Jesse was first to say something, he was pissed. "I want the truth Alex…who are you? No one I know of can block my attacks, especially at that level."

Space

Callihan had found Tsuniko that night when he arrived home from the Hospital, he'd attempted a quick spurt to get his time off approved.

It hadn't been quick. He'd been called to operate on a dying little boy who had just been pulled from a burning building. No matter how much he worried for Tsuniko he couldn't let the child die.

So Callihan had operated and saved the little boy's life, and then more had come and he'd become an ER surgeon. It was a very nerve wracking Job.

He unlocked his door and heard the sobs through the darkness, he knew, he hadn't been there when she needed again.

He flipped the light on, shut the door behind him, and saw it. There was a broken glass near the dining table and the chair was flipped. Tsuniko was in a corner curled into a very tiny ball. She was asleep or passed out and her face was tear stained.

He almost broke into tears himself when he saw her, but he swallowed and pushed it back. He moved too her and reached out and stroked her cheek, she didn't jump away. That was good.

He shed tears silently as he picked the prone girl up and tucked her into his bed. He took the couch, and relaxed, forgetting his and his charge's problems.

He slept, and slept, all his problems far away. The Doctor still was worried though…Even in his dreams. He had broken one exceptionally important rule he had made himself follow.

He had let the rage take control of him and it had possessed him and his abilities momentarily, he had not only hurt those boys, he had massacred them.

The abilities he possessed were something he barely knew he could do. They had surfaced for the first time in College back in his karate competition days, he had gotten angry in a fight and nearly killed a man. He silently withdrew from competition as to try and disappear.

Though he was a doctor Callihan had never wondered why he could do these things. Wait, no that wasn't right. He had wondered, he just didn't want to know for fear of what it was that was causing his power. What he didn't realize is if he had investigated, he could of saved a lot of lives.

And then he was awake, going through the motions, before he realized.

He was free for two months. And all he did was stare out the window of his apartment in disbelief.

AN: That was a relatively short chapter partially due to the fact I don't want to go any further just yet, and School and Karate competition is taking up a lot of time

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