James opened his eyes, and looked round. He was in a dimly lit house, and he was on a bed. His stomach area was wrapped in bandages, which had small parts of blood on them. A man wearing a black t-shirt, blue jeans, and white sneakers walked in. He had short brown hair, which was spiked in every direction.

'I see you're up' he said softly.

'Who're you? What happened? Why am I here?' James replied quickly.

'So many questions, so little time' he replied, 'where to begin? I am Spyke, by the way.'

'THE Spyke?' James asked.

'Yes, one of the Dragon Warriors' Spyke replied, 'I am the one who was thought to have disappeared… I did so for a reason. To keep myself safe, much like you, James.'

'How do you?'

'I know because Ryan told me about you, many years ago' Spyke replied, 'do you know what happened?'

'Yes, Nami attacked me!' James replied angrily.

'No he didn't, for you see' Spyke began, 'Nami was taken away by Dryak many years ago. The Nami you saw was Cirion in disguise. You are here because I saved you. He threw you from the Lookout, and I saved you, to bring you here. You and I will have to do some work, later.'

'What kind of work?' James asked.

'Well, we have to get out of here, but to do that, we need to take down the part of the Dark Knight army around here' Spyke told him, 'but let me warn you now, do not kill for revenge, do not take the army for selfish needs. Yes, I know you want a family, but think of the millions of lives you could make better! If you kill simply to benefit yourself, what stops you from becoming Dryak? What stops you from becoming just like him?'

'I…see' James replied meekly.

It seemed Spyke knew what James was thinking. The first thought James had was to take down the Dryak Regime, and find his parents, and to kill Cirion along the way. James started to realise that he had a lot to learn.

James and Spyke remained in the abandoned house for a week, to let James heal, and to fool Cirion into thinking James had died. Finally, with much relief for James, his bandages were taken off, and they set off, out from the house.

James and Spyke walked down a street, and when any Dark Knights walked by, James and Spyke hid. Spyke also found a way of getting rid of the chips, with no damage to humans, and he removed it from James as well. From what they pieced together from talk, Captain Pyte was working for Major Barke, who were situated in the area.

Suddenly, an old man ran up to James and Spyke, and dragged them down a lane, where many Dark Knights ran past them.

'What's the meaning of this?' James whispered.

'You have to help my son!' he said, 'he was captured by them, and Captain Pyte is holding him prisoner!'

'Where is he holding him prisoner?' Spyke asked.

'Up the tower!' the old man replied, pointing towards a tower, in the distance.

James and Spyke nodded, and ran off down the lane, towards the tower…

'Idiots, stinking, filthy idiots' Andrew thought to himself, 'first they trap me in this imbecile's body, and then they trap the body in a tower! I am prisoner of two levels now! This is not fair, this is indecent! Do they know who I am? I am Andrew, I am a powerful warrior. I DO NOT DESERVE TO BE LOCKED UP!'

Adam sighed and shook his head.

'Do you always have to be like this?' Adam thought back, 'have you ever stopped to consider my side of this? How about my feelings? What about the fact I have to live with you going on inside my head? Why don't you try to stop whining for once? This is difficult, I know, but it's got to be over someday!'

Adam hated where he and Andrew, the being stuck in his head, argued. It was really irritating, especially since Andrew rarely shut up.

'It'll be over someday! It'll be over someday!' Andrew replied, in a singsong voice, 'will you get a grip for once in your life? It's not going to be over. You've kept saying it for weeks… and weeks… and weeks… YET I DON'T SEE ANY IMPROVEMENT, DO YOU?'

Adam had not told anyone about Andrew, for Dryak was really scared of what he considered schizophrenics. However, this was a special case. Andrew did use to have his own body. But he was killed suddenly, and wound up in Adam's head. However, as Adam was constantly reminded, it was all Lord Dryak's fault.

Suddenly, the door burst open, and a short fat, bald man, in black and green uniform walked in. He had a smirk on his face, and looked at Adam, tied to the chair.

'Ready to talk yet?' Pyte asked.

'Hell no!' Adam replied, 'I haven't done anything, and you'll never make me say otherwise!'

'Didn't you?' Andrew asked Adam, in his head, 'what about killing numerous Dark Knights then?'

'You want to get whipped again? Pyte asked angrily, 'because that can be arranged!'

The door burst open again, and Spyke and James ran into the small room.

'Great, here comes the cavalry' Andrew thought sarcastically.

Adam screamed loudly, and broke the rope tying him to the chair, and he stood up. Pyte looked on in horror.

'How did you do that?' Pyte asked, visibly scared.

'With a little help from a friend!' Adam replied.

'Or an enemy?' Andrew added slyly, again to Adam only.

Spyke rushed at Pyte, and thrust his knee into his gut, and Pyte fell to his knees. Spyke jumped into the air, and James launched a Kamehameha, killing Pyte instantly. Afterwards, Spyke landed on the floor, and looked over to Adam.

'Impressive…for a five year old' Andrew thought to himself.

'You alright?' Spyke asked.

'Yeah I'm fine' Adam replied.

'Do you call this "fine"?' Andrew asked to Adam, in his head.

'You're the old man's kid?' James asked.

'Yes, is he alright?' Adam replied.

'Yeah, he wanted us to save you though' James replied, 'not that you needed it!'

Adam smiled, and looked outside.

'We need to go quickly' Adam said, 'before Major Barke arrives!'

James, Spyke and Adam ran out of the door, and down a corridor.