A/N: This is pretty much what happened to Terrance after he and his brother got separated. I hope you enjoy!
Terrance's Story:
17 Years Ago
On the other, the more cheerful side of town, a young man of about twenty-three walked down the block, on his way home from work.
He caught himself whistling as he walked, and looked around slightly embarrassed, as he continued walking.
He barely had enough time to blink, before he was cowering in a corner, begging this figure to leave him alone.
"I am so young!" the man cried out, and the figure shrugged.
"I have so much to live for. Look," he said pulling out his wallet, and showing the figure the two pictures he carried with in.
"I have a wife and two baby girls at home, waiting."
"You should have cleared your payments, and you wouldn't have to worry about them," the figure said in a voice that would make a bear think twice.
"Pleeease," the man begged.
"Please, don't. I promise I'll pay up next time!" he said between sobs.
"There won't be a next time," the figure said smirking.
Just then, a stray dog had crossed between the man and the figure.
It stopped just long enough to smell the dropped wallet, and then went off on his way.
The figure, now really looking at the pictures, saw how beautiful the man's family was.
He couldn't do this to them.
He knew all too well what it was like to have someone he cared about be taken from him ever so quickly.
The man looked on in shock, as the figure walked to the edge of the alley.
"Don't be late, again," the figure said without turning around.
The figure had made his way back to Rotti's office.
He sat down in front of the backwards chair.
"So," Rotti's voice spoke.
"How did it go with the Fitzer account?" he said turning around.
"You see, sir," the figure said, removing his helmet, to reveal a young man of around eighteen.
"I had cornered him, and I was ready to strike, when he threw a wad of money at me. He said it would cover this month, and next, just in case."
The young man set the money on the desk.
Rotti picked it up, and quickly skimmed it over.
He looked at the figure for quite a short time, and then dismissed him.
Once the figure left the office, he pulled out a picture from his pocket.
Shown in this picture, were a man, his wife, and their twin sons.
Before he left the building, he slipped the picture back to its holding spot.
He made his way to his home, pulled out his key, and flopped on his couch, too tired to try and get upstairs.
It was now, that he pulled out the picture again.
He stared at the twins.
They weren't much older than ten, no younger than five.
They had matching smiles, the same clothes and hairstyles; they were almost the same person.
He barely whispered, "I miss you bro." before he fell asleep.
He had what he referred to as nightmares, rather than dreams.
He vaguely remembered what had happened almost a year ago, and tried to forget what little he did remember, but these nightmares kept coming back, reminding him of fallen allies.
He woke up in his bedroom, and went to go to the bathroom.
Right outside the bathroom door, he saw his brother passed out on the floor.
"MOM! DAD!" he heard himself call out. "COME QUICK! I THINK HE'S DEAD!"
Next thing he knew, they were in the emergency room.
"What happened?" his brother asked with a moan.
"Well, son," Father began. "Long story short, your kidney failed, and you passed out. The minute your brother told us, we rushed you to the hospital."
He saw his brother turn, and try to smile at him.
The two brothers went, side by side, into surgery.
The next thing he remembered, he woke up in a dark room, to his brother's voice.
Between the two of them, they had created a plan of how to get out, but then they got caught.
The guards dropped a small ball, and gas started pouring out of it.
He and his brother passed out. He awoke in another room.
He looked around, and did not see any sign of his brother.
He saw a mirror on the wall, and groggily made his way to it.
He stared at the face looking back at him.
He saw the scars, all down his face, and his chest.
His abdomen burned, and throbbed.
He clutched his arms to his stomach, and doubled over in pain.
He fell to the floor, just as a gentern walked in, and pressed a gun to his side.
He awoke after having fallen off the couch.
He decided he would go upstairs.
Once upstairs, he fell onto his bed, and the second his head hit the pillow, he fell asleep, again.
He awoke in Rotti Largo's office.
"Hello, Terrance. I am Rotti Largo," he said to the groggy young boy. "From this day forward, you will be working for me. You will be in charge of all default remedies. Meaning you will be repossessing Geneco's property, by any means will learn all that you need to know from one of my surGENs. Terrance, I would like you to meet your mentor, Bain," Rotti said, pointing to a man, who was just walking in.
Bain was relatively taller than Terrance was.
Once Bain had gotten close enough for Terrance to see, he looked at his new mentor with a bit of confusion, because he really couldn't tell if he was looking at a man or a woman.
He stood up, and followed as Bain led him out of the office, and into his new life.