A/N: All right, I'm moving 'Rider Awards' onto a forum. Apparently, I'm not allowed to have it on. However, the reviews so far look like this will be great. I'll keep you posted about progress on my story 'Family'.

Scorpia

The four grey walls of Alan Blunt office stared at me. I just received a shock. I was going to Brecon Beacons. The MI6 had bought me from Scorpia. They were going to retrain me at the SAS.

I just accepted the news as Josh was there. I got an earful about my behaviour. I know that when he was my age he went through hearts like water. He hated the fact that I was growing up. He kept on giving me lectures as the stylist cut my hair. It was now short.

Rain the first word I used to describe England. That is the same word I used to describe Brecon Beacons. It poured as if the angels decided to mourn. I was put in with K unit. Apparently they had child experience.

My retraining started immediately. I didn't get what it was about until it came to the fights. They put me in an open area. My eyes glazed over. I flurry of quick moves. I felt something cut my check but I wasn't bothered. I grabbed a bo out of one of the crippling men to fight of another.

Only at the end when my hand was about to strike to kill did I regain my senses. I was horrified at what I had become. Did Scorpia turn me into a killer? On the other hand, was it I who allowed them to do so? As I looked to the faces of the shocked grown men, it dawned.

My SAS experience was awful. Even worse than starting high school. They retrained me. Forcing me not to kill. The people weren't all that nice either. The food tasted like someone blended a whole bunch of mush. My sleep patterns were even worse than normal. I must've slept for about one hour during my whole stay.

I hated it. The SAS, Alan Blunt, my brother for forcing me into it. Therefore, he could kill and I couldn't. Doesn't he get the fact that I'm not the kid I used to be. I am marked. No matter how much he hates it. I'm a killer by instinct. Not something, I wanted to be, but it's in my blood it runs through my veins.

It's like taming a wild animal. As much as you try you can't tame it. The rest of the SAS stuff was ok. I loved shooting. I couldn't shoot animals but I loved the feeling I got when I let a blank get through the air.

Eagle taught me how to be a sniper. It was so different. Scorpia taught me shooting in short ranges. He taught me a completely new set of skills. Besides, he was the only member of K unit who didn't mind the kid.

Then the news came that Jack had died. Alex was sent on a mad hunt. Josh was trying to sort things out. They extended my stay there. To make sure that I wouldn't kill and to give Josh space to sort things out. I was on a war path with Wolf though. The man had too much ego for his size. When I did, get some sleep they were all of me murdering him.

I guess what I had been through is nothing compared to what Alex had been through. His eyes had lost the joy of being a child. He was a hard-trained soldier no matter how much he hated it. Josh was involved in a custody battle with Mr. Pleasure. In the end, it was decided that if it didn't work out in the States he would come to live with us.

Mike, sweet Mike didn't understand what was going on. He remained peacefully bliss. All his troubles were eat, sleep and make music.

I was back again in London. Where Ian and the rest of our family used to lived. It was weird not to wake up in the morning with the sun on my face. Every time I thought of South Africa, I felt homesick. I was a weirdo at my old school. There it was a private school here I went to a public one. Brookland something, I think.

There I was pegged as Alex's weird cousin. The one that didn't play netball or hockey, but preferred doing nothing after school. They expected me to sell drugs or something. I didn't help my reputation during PT.

We had a fighting lessons for the rest of the term. We divided into groups according to level of fighting skill. The special guest was a unit from the SAS. We were meant to introduce ourselves to them and state our level of training. The beginner one was obvious filled with people who only knew the basics or less. I sat down with the expert group. Only about five of us.

My mouth remained shut until I came.

"Annabelle Hanna Dimitriv, black belt, second dan. Style Shorin Ryu." I stated

The grade looked at me in disbelief. The SAS men just nodded. Someone shouted at me to prove it. Very soon the rest of the grade joined. After all the promises and oaths I made to Josh I didn't want to go against it.

The teacher didn't seem to think it was a bad idea. I walked onto the padded mats set out especially for this. This was going to be a street brawl. Not the usual controlled karate fighting I was used to. I bowed to the person I was fighting. A guy tall, thick, with plenty of muscles, the stance he took told me he knew what he was doing.

The SAS men just watched so much for their help. I bowed to my partner like a good karate-ka. Never kept my eyes off him. I rose to the balls of my feet. Taking a stance that allowed me to move out of any trouble quickly. He circled and I stood still rooted on the spot. Since I was short, the stance he took wasn't natural for him. Too low for a boy of that height.

I just dodged most of the attacks. The class wasn't impressed. Then he decided to tackled me. Running like a bull, he moved forward. I grabbed his arm and executed a shoulder flip. Followed through with a punch and a kiai left my mouth. Like I had been taught as a white belt student.

I walked out of the class. I wasn't looking for fights and I didn't want to get into one. I walked out the school. Even as the teacher yelled for me to get back. Well I just stapled the seal at being weird nothing new.