Chapter 6: memories that never faded.

"Hello?" Raven called into the open doorway. She got no answer.

He must have gone for a walk

She stared at the interior of the room. There was a cot in one corner, (One of the frame and canvas type) a desk in the other. A window was over the head of the bed. A laptop sat on the desk. A Winchester 73 repeating rifle was hung on a shelf above the desk, a quiver that had two small sheaths attached to one side of the leather container, a bow case on the other. The sheaths contained Brian's most prized weapons: The twin blades that he had forged out of titanium himself. The hilts were about five inches in length and they had a blade that was one and a half feet long. The hilts were colored black and the blades of both were sharper than his eyes. A sword was hung on a peg in the wall by its scabbard. It was an old medieval two handed sword. Its twin was hung just beside it. There was no sign of the colt .45 revolver. He must have had it in its holster on his belt when he left the tower. The only other thing in the room was a barrel in its own corner, it contained hundreds of spare arrows that Brian had pulled from his foes after his battle, and he also had made many more after he began living in the tower.

I can't believe that a seventeen year old lives in this room, it's just so clean and there's no electronics, except for the laptop.

It was then that she saw that the screen on the laptop was on. Curiosity got the better of her and she went over to the small computer. It was on Microsoft word, and there was a lot written in the document. She looked behind her, checking to make sure that nobody was in the vicinity, and began to read.

THIS IS MY PERFECT LIE

BLAISE FLETCHER

That is my real name, if people knew it; they would surely hunt me down and kill me, so I changed it to Brian after the incident.

The day is May 16, 2006. I have finally been accepted back into society, although I am beginning to think about going back to what's left of my cabin and rebuild it. I just don't understand city people. Beastboy and Cyborg please themselves with temporary pleasures, such as music and video games. They've asked me to join them the arcade. I turned them down, it's just that shooting little lasers at ridiculous things on a screen is just foolish, I've had to shoot real bullets at real things coming to kill me, little games are just so foolish when you stop and think of them. Raven's got her priorities straight, she keeps to herself. I've learned the hard way not to put my trust in other people. But she needs to learn that life is a highway, if you don't stick your head out of the truck window and look around, then you miss everything that there is to see. My life has been shit, but I've seen basically everything there is to see, embarrassment, hate, trust, mistrust, pain, and not knowing what to do with what life you have left.

There are many things that I have not told my new teammates, and I do not wish to tell them, for they would not believe me and it would probably cause me to put a hole in the wall at the thought of what people have done to me. I have no feelings for others; love is just a word, nothing more. I like my solitude, and because of it, I am either in my room or out in the woods several kilometers to the north. I walk there, as it is the most reliable way of getting around.

I grew up in a small town several kilometers south of where I lived in the bush and several kilometers north of jump city. It's a little place called Wyattson. I don't know that population, as I have been away for so long. But I guess it is around twenty thousand.

It feels slightly foolish for me to write all this, but I fear that if I don't, then I might go mad. My past is way too horrific for me to answer here, although I'm trying to live with it.

Many people who knew this probably would think that my life was hard, but its not. Falling is easy, it's getting back up that's the hard part. And now I'm trying to get back up, and I must admit that it's hard.

Gonna go, I think I'll go meditate to think about things.

BF

That was it, that was all that was written so far, but Raven still thought that it was enough. She heard footsteps from the floor above and heard them heading for the stairs. She quickly bolted out of the room and raced down the hall, she turned the corner…

And ran straight into Blaise, or Brian, as they all knew him by.

"Where's the fire?" he said from the ground.

His attire had changed; he had changed out of his buckskins and traded them for faded jeans and a chain mail shirt. His moccasins were replaced by steel toed boots. His knife and revolver were on his belt, and he had cut his hair down to shoulder length. His eyes were crossed because of the impact. Raven didn't answer him as she got to her feet and ran in the direction of her room, when she got there, she shut the door as quickly as possible.

"Well, how considerate" He said as he got to his feet. He walked into his room, and plopped down on the cot and fell asleep. Even though it was only 3:00 PM, he was sleeping like a rock.

Absolutely sorry that this is so short and that it took so long, but high school has its own needs and I have to go to football practice every day, so I don't have much time, and it doesn't help that I was grounded off the computer. So now we're looking into Blaise's past. Interesting.