Note: All this may change. Ahhhh. I didn't know which Belmont to use!!!!!!!! This may or may not change.  Gahh… or I might write a different story for another Belmont. Ahhh…. I totally didn't know which Belmont to use. Comments?             

                He stood there all clad in blue topped with a mass of dark brown hair beside a lovely lady with purplish hair in a small garden. Softly, he sighed and kissed her. They embraced.

                "Oh, dear, do you really have to go to work today?" she asked.

                "Yes. There are students waiting for me," he answered.

                "Alright."

                They separated.  The man bid his wife farewell and left.

                Richter Belmont….a teacher of the fighting arts…. director of an academy to train students how to fight against the aberrations... He sighed as he walked to work. He had felt it necessary to prepare some of the young men how to fight in case the country was ever without him.

                He entered the academy premises. Behind the academy was a series of gardens that Annet had designed. They were beautiful. It was an excellent spot for students to train in peace. Richter quickened his pace. He was a few minutes late, and he didn't want to set a bad example.

                The students were in the classroom seated quietly and obediently in their assigned positions except for one boy; the troublemaking braggart. He was, unfortunately, among the elite of the class. Richter only wished he would take the class more seriously.  Richter also noticed that one of the students had a strange expression on his face. The Belmont quickly walked to the front of the room.

                "Travis, sit down. Class has begun."

                The tall braggart opened his mouth to reply, but instead sat down with a frown.

                Richter sighed. "Class, now that you have passed the written examinations, you will have to pass the physical examinations. Today, I would like you to practice on your own in the training room in pairs. I will be around to advise you. Any questions?"

                No one responded. Not even the braggart. Richter nodded and dismissed them. The students ran out of the room. Richter considered speaking to the student with the strange expression, but before he could decide, the student had already approached him and was waiting for his acknowledgement of his presence.

                "Hello, John. What is it that troubles you?" Richter asked.

                The student frowned and broke into sobs. "I…I…"

                Richter raised an eyebrow. "What is it?"

                John couldn't speak. "My aunt and uncle…"

                "What about them? I can't help you if you won't tell me." What was wrong? John was a very brave boy. He was ultimately the best student in the class. Shy, but very smart.

                John beckoned for Richter to follow. So, they left the academy. It was about a half an hour walk to their destination. John led them through a forest to a cottage at the edge of the woods. It was a scenic area. All serene and beautiful…

                John paused at the fence surrounding the cottage and pointed. Richter followed his gaze.

                "Holy ****!" Richter covered his mouth. "I'm sorry about my language there, John, but…"

                "My aunt's body is inside…" the student stuttered. John blanched and threw up…on Richter's pants. "I..I'm sorry…"

                Richter grimaced to himself inside his mind.  "It's alright, John. Let's go back to the academy and clean up…"

                John nodded, and the two trudged back to the academy…