WARNING: This chapter contains scenes of violence and implied torture. There are also references to September 11th and the Iraq War.


Chapter 3
-A Demon's Past-Part-1
By: Forgotten466

It was strange, this house, the way it felt, how it reminded him of simpler times in his life. He didn't understand why he was here or the reason why he was walking up to this house. The house itself was average, a home that any middle-class family would be seen in. Yet as he walked up to the front door fear gripped him, a fear that something was happening, something that was out of his control.

The door wasn't locked so with a gentle push it swung opened effortlessly. He took a breath and against his better judgement stepped inside. Taking a moment he took in the surroundings noticing the plants and furniture, but what he felt the most was the coldness that filled the house. He realized he was in a family room, but what struck him as odd was that there were no pictures on the walls. Just then he heard a noise and in a second he spun around to find that the door was gone and had been replaced with a wall. He was able to tell that it wasn't fake as he pounded against it with no avail. Turning around once aging he found that he wasn't in the family room, but now he was in a hall. Even though his mind screamed for him to stop he proceeded to walk down the hall.

As he walked down the hallway he could make out the faint sound of singing. Just then an object appeared in front of him, it was a woman sitting on the ground rocking back and forth. He took a few steps towards her and realized she was signing 'row row your boat.' He walked closer; mer inches away from her and reached his hand out gently touching the woman's shoulder. In a heartbeat she turn around reveling her horrendous face. If it could even be called a face, it consisted of half rotting flesh while the other half had been torn away by something.

He screamed and fell backwards to the ground, finding himself looking directly at her one dead eye. It was now that his body worked without the help of his mind as he tried to get out of there. In a panic he was kicking his legs and failing his arms never keeping his sight of the dead woman. He suddenly found his path blocked when his back hit something; he brought his hands from behind him and held the sight of crimson covering them. He turned around and the sight of a man on his back with the contents of his insides thrown about made him scream in horror.

He should have run, but he didn't, he just sat there looking at the corpse. Every second he stayed there it sickened him more, but something about that corpse was familiar to him. Then he slowly got up and looked at the face, both sets of brown eyes caught each other and he gasped. It was his father dead on the ground; someone had mutilated his body. It was when the shock hit that he felt something trickle on his head. The shock of his father's corpse in front of him stopped him from running and allowed the substance to snake its way towards his lips. It tasted like copper and made him gag. Against his better judgement he looked up to see the sight his mother looking down at him. She was hanging by her ankles like some piece of meat as her blood ran freely while she hung there. He shoot his head downward looking away from the face of his dead mother only to see a stain of crimson covering his leg. He could feel the lifeless lump press against his leg and it only made him cry out in anguish. His family, his family was dead, their bodies mutilated by some heartless bastard.

Then the signing stated again, but it wasn't like before. It was as if a chores of people were singing now. Slowly he turned around and beheld the sight that made him drop to his knees and cover his ears in a vain attempt drive out the noise. Before him stood the dead, each one mutilated in their own way. People whom he had gone to school with, family members and worse of all the Possible family stood in the center. Then in an instant they went away and all he was left with was silence and the horrific images that now clouded his mind. On his knees he wept silently for what seemed like an eternity until a child, no more than seven, walked out from the shadows before him.

His appearance was that of a living person, nothing like what had had been seeing. As he looked at him a gunshot was heard and the boy in front of him started to transform. He was turning into the horrible images of death that had been plaguing him since the start. He closed his eyes, but found that they were being forced open. Someone wanted him to see the child who was now carrying something. In the dead child's hands appeared to be something red, but in a moment it became clear what he was holding, a human head. Not only did he tell it was a head, but that through the blood he could see clumps of hair almost as red as the blood. It was then that the eyes came to life opening up, reveling two jade colored eyes that held nothing but hate. Her mouth move slightly then in a single scream that blew his eardrums the severed head bellowed out his name.

Sheets were thrown about the room as arms flailed wildly. In a single moment Ron sat straight up with a look of pure fear in his face. Sweat covered his body and the only sound in the room was that of frantic breathing. It only took a few minutes before he got his breathing under control and was able to find his bearings. This had not been the first time he had woken up like this.

Ever since Russia nightmares had come about in his sleep. It wasn't everyday he dreamt like this, most of the time his dreams consisted of Kim or happier times before the Agency. He looked over at the clock next to his bed and saw that it was ten in the morning. Normally he would have woken up at five for his four-hour workout. It was something he had to do; keeping up with Agency physical requirements and feeding his need for over the counter Mexican food had made it so he had to.

He yawned and stretched as he climbed out of his bed and headed towards the bathroom. As he stared at himself in the mirror he saw the change two years had on his body since he first entered these grounds. After two years his face had matured into that of a young mans, even though right now it carried a weeks worth of whiskers. His body had lost all traces of fat he once had and now held thick, hard muscle. With the physical requirements his body fat was under two percent, which allowed him to show off every muscle he had obtained. Even with his great physic the one change he always looked at was the tattoos on his right arm. They were located near the shoulder and each had their own special meaning. The fist was plainly seen on his arm, a snake wrapped around an American flag with soldiers in the background fighting. It was something his two teammates and him had gotten after being promoted to agent, sort of a brotherhood thing. The other one was on his right bicep and could only be seen if he lifted his arm. He had gotten the words 'Do not go gentle into the darkness' tattooed in Hebrew. With the fighting he had done for the Agency it was something that he could live by, even though his mother was strongly against that particular tattoo.

With everything that he could see in the mirror the one thing Ron always noticed were the slight imperfections his skin held after scar treatment. It was required that all scars had to be removed from the body to avoid recogonision for someone outside. The machines did a great job, but Ron could still tell where each one was located. Sighing he shook his head; he needed to get ready. Flinging off the rest of his clothes he hoped in the shower letting the warm water sooth him.


Ron had been early for the psychological evaluation, which was a first for him. These were always required after missions that lasted over a week in the field; of course he hadn't been to one in over a month. It probably had something to do with him threatening the Doctor's family during the last evaluation. Although in his defense it was the last time anyone thought about telling him he might have repressed homosexual desires.

This evaluation would be different from the others though. They were bringing in a Doctor from the Texas base Fort Hood. While planning this evaluation one of the stipulations was to bring in a third party perspective, someone who Ron wouldn't have had contact with. Apparently before coming here this Doctor was questioning a terrorist cell that had been captured in the mist of planing a bomb strike on the Houston Ship Channel. From what he had heard this doctor was quite good at his work. Lord knows he could have used the encouragement of his little buddy right now, but bringing a naked mole to a psychological evaluation probably wasn't the best idea.

After sitting in the room for twenty minutes the Doctor had finally come in and sat down in front of him. Ron extended his hand in a greeting, but stopped when he saw that the Doctor's face was buried in a folder. Another five minutes of silence passed before the Doctor looked up and spoke, "My name is Dr. Wayne. I would first like you to know that whatever is said in this room remands here. The only information that I give your superiors is my final annalists on whether or not you should be permitted into the civilian population. Do you have any questions before we begin?"

"So Dr. Wayne is it. I bet you were nicknamed Batman or the dark knight in college hu," Ron replied trying to break the ice.

"I personally dislike the references I receive towards that fictional character," came the annoyed response of the Doctor. "And before you ask, no I haven not named my son and daughter Robin and Batgirl. Now if there are no more quires into my name let us continue."

A warning shot through Ron's brain after hearing the Doctor, this wasn't going to be some walk in the park like he originally thought. All Ron could do now was sat there with a plastered smile on his face and pray to God he could pass. Luckily his training had taught him how to repress emotions and he had a feeling that he would be pushing that training to the limit today. One thing that Ron did have going for him was his appearance, and considering what he looked like in the morning he had pulled off a miracle. His unkempt facial hair had been trimmed into a neat goatee and his hair that was normally hanging to his shoulders was tied back giving him the look of an esteemed businessman.

The Doctor finally finished writing in his folder and looked up to Ron. "Let me first begin on how I will conduct this session," chimed the Doctor. "I won't bore us with ink blots or any mind questions. Instead I want to hear about your life with the Agency, from first being introduced up until this point. Looking through your file I have listed parts of your history that we will need to go over. My finally decision will be evaluating how you have grown through this time with the Agency and whether you are mature enough to be released."

Nodding Ron replied, "Okay, what do want to know."

"Well, in your file it says you were contacted by a Mr. John Thomas for requirement purposes into the Agency. Tell me how your meeting with him went."

The mention of his late friend brought a hint of sorrow to Ron's face as he started. "Before I was with the Agency I was part of Team Possible. One day our tech guy, Wade, contacted me with an e-mail that was for me personally. All the e-mail said was a time and date to a café about four blocks away from my house. I went there thinking that Global Justice was involving me in some kind of mission, they done stuff like this a number of times with Kim. Once I arrived at the café I met John and he told me about the Agency. A few days later I decided to join."

"No, I want the detailed conversation you had with Mr. Thomas. Every word and response the two of you shared." The Doctor then went back to his notes after clearing things up with Ron.

Leaning back Ron closed his eyes remembering that day and everything that had happened. It wasn't that hard; he had thought about those days a lot after joining.

Two-years earlier

Once I entered the café I was waved over by John. At first appearance he was well built physically and didn't seem to be with Global Justice like I had originally thought. Anyway, I sat down across from him, I figured if Wade thought he was all right then he must have been. Once I sat down he offered his hand; I didn't know the guy so part of me was thinking Drakken or someone else with a grudge hired him, so I declined. That's when he started to laugh in his seat.

"I have to say I wasn't expecting that, I thought a guy like you always dove in head-first. Glad to see that your cautious, it's a good thing to be in our line of work. By the way my name is John and I'm here on friendly terms, I want to offer you an opportunity." Once again John extended his hand to me.

"The name's Ron," as I took his hand. "Mind telling me why you asked me to come alone, I usually go everywhere with Kim when it comes to a mission."

"First off this isn't some mission, I am here as a recruiter for a special government division. And as to your friend Kim, well we only want you." As he said this I was shocked, not by the fact a government agency wanted me to join them, but that they wanted me over Kim.

After a moment the shock went away and I was aware again of what I had been listening to. I looked at him like he was mad, not that I didn't have a reason to, I mean Global Justice had been letting us do some of there work, but only if Kim was in charge. This had to be some kind of joke. My reply was, "do I get one of those flashy things that erases people's minds after they see the aliens?"

He smiled at me after I said that, my guess was he got that a lot. He just shook his head and replied, "I'm serious. We are somewhat like Global Justice, but we work solely for the interest of this country. As for not existing the purpose of not being directly connected to the American government allows us certain privileges. The first is not being limited by military or inter-national rules. In fact we have no official rules or regulations that we have to follow. Our soul job is to protect American soil and her citizens throughout the world. As you can imagine not having to follow the guidelines of the Geneva Convention or anything else like that makes our job a lot easier.

"Okay," I replied, "let's say I'm starting to believe you. When were guys created and how have you been hidden. I mean my friend would have found out about you, he can find anything."

"Fair question," John answered back, "we were created one month after the events of September 11th in the hopes to prevent another attack on U.S. soil. The government combined the best the military had to offer being soldiers, scientist or Doctors. Within a month we put together what is now referred to as the Agency. We figured the name wold be best if anyone was snooping around, nothing special about it and they would probably think that it's just some project name. As for your friend we have been watching his computer movements carefully. We have planted ourselves within his systems and guided him away from finding anything about us."

"Wait, you have someone at this Agency that is even smarter than Wade." If you knew Wade like I did then you would understand. "Okay, but why me. I'm not exactly the greatest person at this job. Kim is the one that does everything."

After saying that he leaned on the table and looked me directly in the eye. In a stern voice he replied, "I choose you because you fight harder than anyone I've ever seen. I have looked into ever aspect of your life and have been surprised on numerous occasions. You are degraded at school not only by students, but faculty as well. You have been rejected and dismissed as nothing from agencies like Global Justice. And even your partner does not appreciate your services while on these missions. Hell, going through websites and articles I could only find your name six times, four of which were misspellings. Yet with all this you keep fighting on, you have more heart and determination than some of the best soldiers I've seen. If you join us we can craft you into one of the finest agents we have."

After he said that the only thing I could do was smile. It may seem dumb, but I had never really been complimented for what I did. And this guy was saying I was the best he had seen, but I was still worried about Kim. So I asked, "What about Kim, it's not like she's going to stop if I leave."

He just smiled at me for a moment before he answered. "Don't worry we looked over the criminals you two have fought and she'll be alright. We can have some of our guy's pop in and help her if the time arises. We don't want Americas girl to get hurt, if that happened Americans would start to question if they were safe."

I'm guess my normal dumbfounded look gave off how clueless that sounded to me. He smiled and told me, "the government has used the good publicity of Team Possible to convince the public that everything is alright and safe. In truth, those people could die any day. There are many people in this world that hate Americans, not just the Middle East, as the news would have you believe. Before you go I want you to know that taking this offer will put you into some of the worst fighting you could ever imagine. You could die at any moment out there and no one would hear about what happened, only some made-up story we would give them."

I left after that and went home to think about what he said. I know most people would have left or not even hear the guy out, but you have to understand I'm not most people. I was going on missions at ten, leaving the country at twelve and doing a job that soldiers should have done. If anything what this guy was saying to me was somewhat normal to me.

Present-day

"So after you heard about the Agency what made you decided to join. I'm sure a sixteen year-old would not want to leave everything he had grown up behind."

"Well I didn't want to leave. Its just something forced me to go."

Dr. Wayne then flipped a few pages in his chart before stopping on the picture of a young girl with Jade eyes and fire red hair. As he held the picture up for Ron he spoke, "I'm guessing she was the reason you wanted to stay."

Ron merely nodded and replied, "and the reason why I left."

Placing the picture back in the folder he looked at Ron again. "It says here that when you accepted the offer she was in the hospital for injuries she subtended while on a mission to stop the criminal called Professor Dementor. Would you like to explain what happened."

This was the part that Ron wanted overlooked. He had already put himself through hell for his mistake, but apparently God saw fit to make him re-live it again. "A month before John talked to me Kim and I had gone on a mission to stop Drakken. In the process Kim got this emotions chip stuck to the back of her neck. Apparently it brought different emotions to the surface one of which was love. She spent the entire day chasing after me in a 'love Ron' state of mind. Anyway, the chip was finally removed and everything went back to normal."

"And I take it you were changed after that experience," asked the Doctor.

"Before all that happened I had feelings for her. I mean she was the only person in my entire life that would always be there. When we started growing up and I became the biggest loser in school while she became one of the most popular, she was still my friend. She was the only person I could ever talk to, so I guess it wasn't unexpected to feel this way about her." Ron leaned forward as he started to get into the story. "It wasn't until I talked to John that I truly thought about what she meant to me. After hearing about how we could die at any moment I took a hard look and realized that I loved her."

"I take it she didn't return the feelings when you told her."

"We should be friends," Ron groaned. "I told her I was in love with her and that was her response."

"I sorry Mr. Stoppable, but it does make sense from her perspective. She is sixteen, she has no idea what love is and neither do you." As the Doctor said this it almost sounded as if he was challenging him.

Ron just chuckled to himself; "you knew your wife what a year or two before you got married." As the Doctor nodded he continued, "I knew Kim for twelve years. Most couples get divorced in less time than that. Trust me if you know someone for that long you know if you're in love with that person."

"Alright I see your perspective on the situation, but Mr. Stoppable believe me a person can be rejected and go on with there life. What I am hearing from you is that you told a girl that you could have been in love with your feelings towards her and she rejected you. This can not be the reason why you left." Dr. Wayne took a moment so that Ron understood the next question importantly. "Why did you leave everything you knew to join the Agency. A place where you would have to make it on your own without any help or support from family members or friends?"

Ron placed his head in his hands as he replied, "because I put her in that hospital."

It took a moment, but the shock went away in the Doctor's face. "Wait, the report says"

"The reports wrong. I was the reason she was in the hospital." Ron was screaming at the Doctor now.

For his part Dr. Wayne had stiffen up with Ron's outburst. One of the last things he wanted to do was to make him mad, but he had know what happened to Kim and why Ron blamed himself. "Tell me what happened to her and why it's your fault."

Ron seemed to calm down a bit, although his hands were trembling. With a few quick breaths he began his story. "After she told me we were only friends I couldn't stand to be around her. I was trying to forget about the whole ordeal, but then the mission came up with Dementor. When Wade called me I told him that I wasn't going, I didn't want to be around her and I thought she could handle it on her own. It wasn't until eight hours later that I found out she was in the hospital. I rushed over there immediately after I got the phone call and found out what happened. Since I wasn't there she had to deal with the guards and stop Dementors new energy sucking machine. When she was fighting the guards she didn't see the Dementor thrown some type of special explosive towards her. Somehow she was able to deflect it towards the machine. It hit the machine and everything after that went to hell. The place started to go down and she got trapped in the explosions that followed suit. Luckily Global Justice had come in time and found her outside the hideout unconscious. Her mom had insisted she be brought to Middleton Hospital so she could oversee her progress and that's were I found her."

Out of everything he thought would have happened today he never thought he would see a patient of Ron's caliber fighting tears from coming out. As much Dr. Wayne didn't want to he had push Ron further if he wanted to get the full reason why he left. "You left because she got hurt."

Ron just shook his head; "I left because they wanted me to. I had gotten to the hospital and by luck avoided her parents. I found out she had lost about twenty percent of her blood, was burned, cut-up and had a broken leg. If they hadn't found her when they did she would have died. I was allowed to enter the room by one of the doctors so I could talk to Kim. But when I reached her bed she just turned her head away and said to leave. The moment she told me that it tore right through me, I almost lost it there in her room."

"And so what happened after that," the Doctor pressed on.

"I did as she asked and left only to run into her father. I didn't even see it coming, the way he spun me around with my arm behind my back and my face pressed against the widow looking into Kim's room. He was angry with me for not being there for his daughter. He blamed me for her being hurt, and probably still does.

I can still hear his words, "look what you did. She would be at home right now if you didn't abandon her, you did this to her. Look one last time at her because if I ever see you around her again I will kill you!"

Silence filled the room as Ron finished his story. He was clearly shaken up from telling it and the Doctor was letting him have a moment to calm himself down. He closed the folder and in even tone, not to upset Ron anymore, told him. "I understand why you have such great respect here now. From all the interviews of other agents I have heard nothing but praise for what you do. On more than one occasion they have said how you have risked everything to help them, that you never would leave a man behind. As much heartache as you carry for what happened to Kim you should remember the people that you have helped."

"It doesn't matter how many people I've helped. I always remember the ones I could help," was Ron's reply.


Light greeted the tall man as he stepped off the private jet into the sunny weather around him. The sun only provided little comfort from the cold that developed around him. He didn't plan on coming here, but he was needed for a special job, kidnapping.

As he walked onto the air strip snow crunched beneath his feet. The man made his way towards another gentleman thirty yards away standing next to two cars. Once he made his way to the man his was given a briefcase along with a handshake.

The man who had been standing next to the two vehicles was the first to speak. "It is good to meet you Mr. Walker. I'm sorry about the delay in your trip, but we need a man of your expertise to extract someone. All the information has been given to you and we are also providing you with a vehicle and weaponry."

The other man gave him a questioning look and asked, "why would I need weapons. I was told I would be taking a single woman."

"She is well guarded and you will be needing the weapons. All the information has been provided and we expect you to be back within eight hours. I will be waiting here for your return. Remember, we need her alive." With that the man left leaving the other to hold the briefcase.

The man with the briefcase moved towards his car and went inside. Sitting there he opened up the briefcase and pulled out a picture of the woman and a map of where she would be. Setting the map back he looked in the rearview mirror and touched the scar along the left side of his face. "To bad I can't stay long, I heard Middleton is nice this time of year."

And with that the man drove away.


"Iraq was never this cold," muttered Aladdin as he clung tighter to his jacket in vain attempt to gain warmth. After what seemed like miles of walking through the ten-degree weather of D.C., he came upon a building with a decomposing sign saying 'The Watering Tank.' Steeping through the door he was greeted by warmth and the heavy stanch of alcohol. Scanning the room his eyes fell upon the blond male sitting at the bar.

As Aladdin came up to Ron the bartender places a bottle of Jack Daniels and two shoot-glasses in front of him. He walked up next to Ron and placed a hand on his shoulder, "care if I join you friend?"

"That's why I asked for two glasses," as Ron motioned his hand towards the free stool next to him. Once Aladdin sat down Ron took the bottle and poured each of them a shoot saying, "I take it you're here to ask why the hell I'm drinking when I still have to finish the evaluation? Well don't worry, I just needed something to help me get through this."

Aladdin took his glass and looked at his friend with concern. "Actually I came by to tell you that satellite surveillance didn't pick anything up. There was too much overcast and the thermal satellites were not over that area. Brandon got a tech guy working on hacking through the Tri-City construction schedule. He also has him looking up any state construction just to be on the safe side."

Ron nodded his head as he heard the news, "I'm guessing Brandon already told you my theory right. Well that s have it, what do you think?"

"I have followed you in combat for well over a year and never once have you led us astray. If you think someone is after you and using your family then I will help anyway I can," he said tipping his glass to Ron.

Ron merely smiled, "thanks for not calling me crazy."

I did not say you weren't crazy just that I would help you. But seriously, what happened during this evaluation, it's not like you to drink like this. And you've never needed alcohol to get you through anything before."

"He brought up Kim, made me explain the whole story. I just needed a drink to steady my nerves. Not to mention he also wants to talk about some of the missions I've taken part of." With that statement Ron threw his head back and swallowed the bitter liquid whole.

Aladdin threw his head back downing his own shoot; he now knew the reason for his friend's weird behavior. "You think he's going to bring up New York?"

Ron nodded, "It's a possibility, the guy's pretty smart."

"Unless you, Brandon or myself told someone about it he won't know what happened. We've keep it a secret for this long without anyone knowing, so I seriously doubt one psychiatrist will be able to figure out something happened there." Aladdin then picked up the bottle and proceeded to pour another round. "Besides, it's about time you put that behind you."

Ron slowly turned his head with a look of disgust on his face. "What the hell do you mean put it behind me. After what I did I should burn in hell for eternity. I wasn't trained to be a machine like you, I can't just kill a person like that and forget."

"You've killed before, many times, so what was so different about that one."

"Because of the way I did it, the way I took his life. No one deserves to die like that, especially when there innocent." After that Ron turned his eyes back to his glass.

Silence filled the space of the two friends after that. Each drank not knowing what to say. It was like that until Aladdin spoke, "do you know how they found me?"

Ron nodded his head, "yeah, you were in some sort of special program in Hussein's army. During the Iraq War some Americans found you in a jail and took you over to Guantanamo Bay. There"

"they found out about my training and decided to use me," Aladdin finished for him. "I was referring to the condition they found me in."

Ron's silence answered him and Aladdin turned his eyes towards his glass, he wouldn't be able to look at his friend in the eye while he told his story. As he looked at his glass he started to remember the events that lead him to this job.

"I was taken from my family at the age of twelve to teach my father a lesson about speaking his mind. They placed me in a unit of Sadam's army for children of my age where we were trained like soldiers in the regime. After a year I was one of five in my unit that was taken into a new sector of the Army. Each of use were placed in the hands of a single instructors were we were given special training. My instructor was Lt. Anas Ahmed al-Essa, he was a true man of the military and thought that his assignment as my instructor was an insult to his military experience. He decided to take his anger out on me since he was the only person I would see."

"Everyday I trained for hours under horrific circumstances. I was given two meals a day of nothing more than water and scraps of meat. I never saw my family, only heard of them and how he would torture them to death if I did not perform at my peak. If I did not meet his demands of physical or military progress then he would beat me. He had this metal bar a yard long that he would use on me, he told me it would make me tougher. At night he would chain me to my bed so I couldn't escape. I lived like this for almost two years."

"Then one day I saw him running out of the jail that was used to house me. That was the day the Americans came into Karbala, the city I was in. He left me chained to the bed and that's where the Americans found me. Once the soldiers were inside they immediately released me, thinking I was just some political prisoner. Once the chain was off me I leapt for the first solider hitting him in the stomach and grabbing his knife at the same time. You see, every night I was chained to that bed the only thing I wanted was to kill Ahmed. I imagined it hundreds of times, at times it was the only thing keeping me going. Now that I was free, I wanted to spill Ahmed's blood."

"With my training I was able to make it pass the soldiers and outside. I do have to admit, those Americans put up quit a fight, and they even followed me outside. But pure hate was fueling my veins and wasn't going to stop until Ahmed was dead. I had heard him talk about a bunker he owned and knew that's were he was going. I found him cowering inside holding his own Samopal vzor. He said he got it when he kill some Russian in battle, I doubt it was true. But as I leapt towards him he was able to get a shoot off burying a bullet into my shoulder, but that wasn't going to stop me. I took the knife and slashed at his hands making him drop the gun, then I cut him everywhere else. I stood there and watched him died slowly for about a three minutes from blood loss. I then took the knife and stabbed him in both of his lungs. I watched him die choking on his own blood. About a day later some other Americans found me and then took me to Guantanamo."

Ron was awestruck, he never imagined his friend went through a hell like that. "So I guess you do know what I'm going through."

"Yes and no," replied Aladdin, "Ahmed was not innocent. But I do know what you're going through, I still remember his face till this day. I pray to Ala that I can be forgiven, but I most likely won't."

All Ron could do then was smile, "tell you what we both going to hell we might as well make a toast." Holding up his glass he yelled, "To Hell, Lucifer has no idea what he's in for."

Aladdin raised his glass with a smile and toasted with his friend. Hell might not be so bad after all.


First i would like to point out that i am placing this story a few years after the Iraq War. If there is anyone reading this that is involved with this war, being faought in it or know some one fighting in it, i mean no disrespect. I believe the soilders that are fighting over there are braver and a better person than i could ever be.

On a lighter note i would like to thankeveryone who read this. As for those of you who want to know when the action is coming well don't worry. In the next couple of chapters i have hostage situations, covering up deaths and one hell of a car chase scene lined up. Just please be patient, i fell it is only right to explain what is going on before jumping into something.

Also if someone could leave a review and tell me what this felix guy looks like and how he knows kim and ron that would be appreciated.i'll even put your name into the story.

Until then thanks for the review.
-Forgotten466-