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Chapter one

The man formerly known as James Wolfwood awoke on a cold steel table he was a bout 6'5" 200 lbs blond hair blue eyes and a slight tan. He was covered with a white sheet his stomach empty and shoulder throbbing. Everything hurt but some how he sat up and tore off the toe tag reading John Doe. He slid off the steel dissection table and stumbled out of the ice cold room he found a box of discarded clothing and picked up the bare minimum shoes pants and a long tattered trench coat he found the morticians purse and took $50.

After a short while this former man had pieced together as much as he could remember he had been a computer engineer for a train company he had been sent out to repair a small switching station but ended up being hit by the train when the switch malfunctioned.

"How in the hell am I even alive " he said to him self as he stumbled into a 7 11 he walked up to the counter and bought 5 hot dogs and a big gulp ate them then made his way out side as he passed the news stand the daily paper caught his eye Over 1000 dead in train wreck the headline read the cover of the LA Times.

James grabbed the side of his head as the full impact of what was happening to him hit him he must have been walking the whole time as he soon found himself staring at some TVs in a window the news was on it was breaking news the captions read un registered mutant Psychic discovered in San Francisco the footage cut in showing no less than 3 Sentinels fighting one man and loosing.

"No its not true... I can't be a mutant. I'm too old for powers to manifest this should have happened years ago in my teens I'm 25 I think." James mumbled to him self.

"think James you need cash enough for a one way back to Japan there you can sort this all out with sensei. I got it ill change dive in a hotel should be able to find enough that way"

After a few minutes of walking he managed to force a lock to the wash room of a fancy hotel he used every last bit of ninja training he had to sneak around the workers till he got to a laundry chute there he dug for change and cash he had found about 20 dollars brining him to a total of $60 "not nearly enough crap " he thought to him self just then a security guard came around the corner

"Hey! Your not supposed to be in here" he said as he drew his gun

"Shit " James said "I need a distraction" he thought to him self. He then tossed a fist full of change at the guard just to distract him but apparently one of his new powers was to control the speed and direction of projectiles as he imbedded about $5 in change in the man's head. Blood flowed down the guards face as he then fell back wards.

"Oh shit even worse " James said to him self he then quickly ran up and grabbed the guards body before blood started to pool around the corpse dragging it over to a industrial washer he took the wallet baton extra ammo and pistol before dumping the poor guy in the washer. He then left the hotel as quick as possible as he wandered down the street counting out his cash he passes another store front TV display the news on this one was even worse the ticker read "California under mutant lock down till all un registered mutants have been registered " well my day just keeps getting better and better James said.

He continued to walk down the street reassessing his situation as he walked he would never be able to just fly out of the country now he had no passport and not enough to bribe some one to let him on a plane on top of that he was missing his wallet and credit cards he had to just leave it at home that day. Then it hit him if he could get to his house he could get the stuff he needed to get out of the country, but there was one problem however, he knew he had a house but just couldn't remember where it was. And just when he started trying to remember where his house was a scream interrupted him.

He quickly turned down the alley where the scream had come from and with out expecting it his ninja persona kicked in, Stryker, the part of him self he kept locked away till needed boiled to the surface hungry for blood and with out even realizing he had taken aim on the pimp Stryker had already drawn and cocked the gun the ice cold glare of a trained killer replaced the till then very confused and gentle face of James. Stryker was now in control of the situation he saw the pimp beating on the hooker and with out word or warning blew off the pimps left arm then everything seemed to slow down as the pimp turned to meet his doom a straight shot to the head painted the pavement and hooker with the pimps blood and sweetbreads. The hooker stood there in shock and peed her self as Stryker went over to the pimps corpse and took a wad of cash splitting it with the hooker

"Go get your self a better life" he said handing her about $2000. Stryker then took the pimps jewelry switch blade and brass knuckles making sure to handle the body wearing gloves he took from the pimp first.

Stryker then thought to him self I have a new life a wad of cash and nothing better to do than wreak havoc I'm gonna enjoy this. And deep in the recesses of Stryker's mind a very confused and stunned James started to realize he had lost control once and for all.