Editors Note: Another chapter complete! Our Angel of Death finally acquires a name! Read on, you know you want to really!

Dr. Kadowaki removed yet another bullet from the mangled body in front of her. That made thirty-six. That alone should have been enough to kill the young man strapped to the operating table. It was nothing short of a miracle, considering that he also had three stab wounds and second degree burns all over his chest. She was jerked out of her thoughts by a sudden moan from the boy on the table. He had begun to stir. Dr. Kadowaki sighed and reached over to the table at her side, fumbling for the hypodermic needle she needed.

Grasping the medical instrument in her right hand, she injected the sedative into his body. After a few seconds, he stopped moaning. He was also highly resistant to most forms of sedative. It took three times the maximum safe dosage to knock him out, and even then, his unconsciousness lasted barely half an hour. Dr. Kadowaki sighed again and resumed the process of dressing and cleaning his wounds. It was going to be a long night…

"I'm okay mum, really." Storm protested as her mother embraced her in a bone-crushing hug. Rinoa Leonhart pulled back and looked at her daughter.

"Are you sure? Did you get hurt? Did he scare you?" Thereafter followed a torrent of questions. Storm waited patiently for the flow to end.

"Mum, I'm fine. I'm a SeeD now. I was scared at first, but I'm fine now." She replied. It was true; she had calmed down a lot since the events at the communications tower.

"You're SURE you're okay?" Her mother repeated. Storm rolled her eyes and sighed. She could appreciate her mother's concern, but…

"Rin, if Storm were upset about anything, she'd tell us." Said her father. They were all crammed into Squall's small office on the second floor of Balamb Garden. Storm was sitting on the large sofa with her parents on either side of her. Her mother still looked a little worried. Squall looked thoughtful.

"But something bothers me. No, that's a lie. A LOT of things bother me. Who is that guy? Why did he attack you and all those scouts? How could he possibly survive those terrible wounds? And just what the hell was he doing there in the first place?" He said aloud, voicing what Storm had been thinking. It didn't make any sense. Just what were they dealing with here?

"He…he just attacked me for no reason…he was going to kill me." Storm muttered. Squall looked at her.

"You get that a lot when you're a SeeD. Some people hate you for what you stand for. Others hate you because you killed someone important to them in battle. There are all sorts of reasons. But this…This doesn't seem like one of those." Squall said gently. Rinoa stood up.

"We're not going to get anywhere by talking about it. We need to ask our winged friend a few questions." She said, a grim expression on her face.

Storm looked up in alarm. "You cant! It's too dangerous!" She gasped, not believing what she was hearing.

"Don't worry. He's had an anti-magic seal put on him." Her father reassured her. He too got up. He turned his head to look at her.

"Do you want to come?" He asked. Storm nodded and got up. Mentally, she prepared herself to once again come face to face with her assailant.

It was dark and hazy when he awoke. The small room swam before his eyes as he tried to make out his surroundings. He suddenly realised that he hurt all over. Slowly, he went over his most recent memories. He had attacked that young girl, then what? Oh yes, she had made the tower fall on top of him. He had had just enough strength to pull himself out of the rubble. That was where his memory ended. And now he was here. He didn't know anything. Who he was, what he was supposed to do, anything.

"Who…am I?" He asked the room at large. His wings twitched behind him, reminding him of their existence.

"And why do I have these…things? Why doesn't anyone else? How did I survive all those attacks?" He asked the room again. He had to start somewhere. What was the most basic thing that everyone possessed but which was at the same time unique to the individual?

"A name…what is…my name?" He was confused. He knew he had one, but…

Suddenly, memories came flooding back to him.

(Flashback)

"Easy there. You've broken your leg. You should be more careful when training, you know!" Someone was saying.

"I have to try harder. I know I can do better, Doctor." He replied. The man helping him to walk smiled.

"That's the spirit, Gale! Now, your leg should heal in about…"

(End Flashback)

"My name…Gale…" He mumbled, staring at the floor as he tried to remember more. He had a name. That was a start.

He was jolted out of his memories by the sound of a door opening. He whirled round, his eyes fearful as three figures entered the room. He shrank back into a corner, folding his wings over himself so that he was shielded from the other people in the small cell.

"Wh-what do you want?" He stuttered, hiding his face behind the barrier of his wings.

"We want to know everything. Who you are, where you're from, everything."