So this is the 11th Chapter of The Good Samaritan, I'm amazed I've got this far to be honest. After the 1st chapter was up I had no idea what to do next. And I still don't, I can only plan one chapter ahead I've tried to do more but it never works out for me.

To be honest I have been putting this one off, then the plot bunnies staring bouncing around my head and lead me to create The Scarlet Emperor, so this chapter got put to the side.

This is most likely a short chapter, but it only has one purpose and that is to explain an OC's backstory. Akira Yuki wasn't a character I had planned to include, he just appeared when I was drafting the 2nd chapter. By the end of chapter 2 I knew what his history was and that I've have to write it eventually.

Akira's past is not a pleasant one and I have dropped hints all the way through the story so far pointing towards that, in this chapter he tells his story to Akihito. And that is the reason why I've found it hard to write, is because it's been difficult to translate the scenes in my head to actual words. But I've done my best.

NO FLAMES PLEASE IF YOU DON'T LIKE THIS YOU DON'T HAVE TO READ IT NO ONE IS MAKING YOU! IN DOING THAT YOU WASTED MINUTES OF YOUR LIFE THAT YOU'RE NOT GOING TO GET BACK, WHICH YOU COULD HAVE SPENT READING SOMETHING YOU DO LIKE. IF YOU DISLIKE THIS THERE ARE PLENTY OF OTHER FICTIONS TO READ.

Chapter 11 – The Birth of Akira Yuki.

"Asami gave you a name?"

"Yes before Asami-sama came along there was no such person as Akira Yuki. Before I met Asami I didn't have a name, or if I did I don't remember it."

"How can you not remember who you were and what your name was?

"I just can't but that doesn't matter I know who I am now."

"So what can you remember?" asked Akihito

"Sitting on a kitchen floor I think I was about three. The truth is that I don't really know how old I am, officially that is according to the birth certificate Asami-sama had created for me I'm twenty two but I might be older or younger." In the dark Akira's voice was calm and steady. But it had a quality that was all too familiar to Akihito, Akira maybe young in years but he was ancient in experience. "The floor was caked in grime, it was dim, and there were lots of adults and children there. I suppose two of them must have been my parents and perhaps some of those children were my siblings but I don't remember. The thing I can remember the most was a smell, a sickly thick smell that hung in air. It was only years later that learned what that smell was."

"What was the smell?"

"Cannabis. No doubt the people in that place used it and probably other drugs to. When I was older maybe four or five I don't know for sure a man came, I didn't understand at the time but I was being sold."

Akihito felt a lump rise in his throat "What happened to you after that?"

"They took me to a place where there were lots of children. Some were changed up, others where in cages. They put me in a cage. I didn't like the food they gave and the water it always tasted funny. Looking back they must have put things in it, drugs to keep us quite, drugs to perk you up, and things to make you sleep. Some of the children were bigger than me and some were smaller. They would unchain you or let you out of the cage sometimes so you could walk around, but if spoke when you were not supposed to or tried to run away they beat you. They beat me a few times. We never left that room unless accompanied, you could make out the sun sometimes but the windows were painted and so high up, all we ever saw were a few rays of light. The only time I and others came out of the big room was when someone wanted to play."

"Play?"

" One man liked to play doctor. He had all sorts of instruments. Another like to burn you with cigarettes, I think he liked the smell of your flesh burning. Some liked it when you cried and fought, others didn't. There was this women, I thought she was nice at first she held me, gave me sweets and read me a story. Then she wasn't so nice I tried to fight but she shouted at me to be quite 'Because nobody likes a cry baby, nobody likes a cry baby.' I can remember her saying that. Touch creates a long memory, even to this day I can't bare to be handled, it makes my skin crawl. It's why I don't like hospitals, so many people want to touch you"

Akira's voice never changed steady and dispassionate; it's was as if he was telling someone else's story, like the words carried no meaning for him. "If I'm disturbing you Takaba-sama I'll stop."

"No please don't stop, I want to hear it all."

"It wasn't just games that they played with use, they made videos to. Once again it was only when I was older and had met Asami-sama that I learnt what those films were. They were snuff films."

"You killed other children?"

"Yes. You would be surprised about all the different ways humans can come up with to inflict pain and death on one another, just when you think you've seen it all something new comes along." Akira chuckled, but to Akihito it sounded hollow and mirthless. "If you asked me how many I killed I couldn't tell you. If you asked me what they looked like I couldn't tell you. But I could tell what I did to them. I could tell you how I killed them. I don't know how many years I survived in that place, but my best estimate would be about ten, somehow I managed to avoid contracting the diseases some of the other caught or being hooked on the drugs they gave us. What I do know is that somehow I survived . Some just disappeared, one day they were there and the next they weren't, I saw some taken away, others sickened from one thing or another and they were taken away so that they didn't infect the rest of us."

Akihito turned on his side to look at Akira. His face was partially lit by the light of a street lamp flittering through the blinds. It made him look like he was part of the darkness itself. "How did you meet Asami?"

"Normally the building they kept us in during the day was quite, but that day something was wrong there was arguing and shouting. The boss came in and looked at us all, behind him came our other captors, they started to drag children out of the cages and unchain them. We didn't resist because this was normal for us. Then they injecting some of the children with something, we didn't resist them then because this to us was normal. But then the ones that had been injected started to writhe and scream. To this day I have never heard anyone scream like that. They were fighting to breath, it was like they were being burned from the inside and then they just stopped. We'd all seen death enough times to know when it claimed someone." For the first time Akira voice began to rise, Akihito thought he detected a hint of pride "And when we saw that, all those years and months of lethargy, of passivity, of dull sheep like compliance just evaporated. We howled, screamed, banged against our cages, rattled our chains, scratched, bit and kicked. They shouted at us to be silent but they couldn't stop us. Humans Takaba-sama no matter how docile you make them they still posses the instinct to survive, its too strong to eradicate. We all fight to some degree in the end."

"What happened next?"

"A man dragged me out, it took some time because I once of the biggest, plus I was kicking like hell. I managed somehow to get free of him and I just ran out the room. He started to chase after me, as I ran down the corridor I heard the sound of gunshots behind me; I suppose they thought it would just be easier and quicker to shoot the others. I kept running I didn't know where I was going I just had to find somewhere to hide. Looking back on everything I know now that building I was kept in was a warehouse. I came to this big open area, there were cars, cameras, crates and props and chairs all sorts of things. I heard footsteps behind me and so I just ducked down behind some crates. The shutters opened. Then I heard the sounds of footsteps and voices I didn't recognise. They walked straight past me. The shutters were still open, I should have run but I was scared, I hadn't been outside in so long. The truth is I hadn't thought that far ahead when I made a break for it."

"It was Asami who came in wasn't?"

"Yes however I didn't know that at the time. So I just stayed where I was. I could the sounds of shouting a gunfire. Then some people walked past me again. I peeked up over the top of one of the crates and I saw a beautiful sight."

"What did you see?"

"The new men who had arrived had sat a man down on a chair, he was bloody and they were beating him. That man was the boss he told the other what to do. He liked to direct films, he liked close ups." Akira took a deep calming breath, he wanted to stop but he couldn't Akira doesn't get to tell many people his story. "The boss was begging for his life. He was being tortured, he was experiencing pain, nowhere near the amount he'd put me or anyone else through, nevertheless he was finding out what it's like to be at the mercy of another, finding out what it's like to want the pain to stop."

This was the first time Akihito had heard any venom in Akira's voice "Something in the corner of my eye caught my attention. I saw one of the boss' henchmen open a door he had a gun in his hand, and he was bleeding. I knew what he was going to do. I don't know why but I started to feel around, my hand lighted upon a big shard of glass. I gripped it I didn't care that it was cutting into my hand. I leaped on him and just started stabbing him. I don't know how many times I stabbed him, I just kept doing it over and over again. He stopped moving, the glass fell out of my hand and I looked up, Asami-sama was standing over me. Then I blacked out. I woke up in a hospital bed."

"Asami took you with him?"

"Yes." Said Akira. Akihito could tell he was smiling again. "I stayed in the hospital for a while, then Asami-sama came to see me. He looked at me like he was making a window into my soul. He wanted to know everything. It took some time, I wasn't to speaking at any great length. When he asked me for my name I couldn't tell him. And I felt bad that I couldn't tell him, it felt like letting him down. Then he said to me Akira Yuki. He said Akira Yuki was my name, the old one didn't matter."

"I can't imagine what it must have felt like for you to be rescued after all those years."

"The truth is I didn't understand that at the time. I thought he picked me up for the same purpose that I had been used for before."

"Didn't you think to escape?"

"And go where? Find who? I knew nothing about the outside world barring what few glimpses of television I got."

Akihito couldn't begin to imagine what that was like, to have little or no knowledge of the outside world and have all the events that occurred just pass you by. He couldn't imagine what challenge it must have been to learn to live in world that was mostly alien to you. "When I came out of hospital Asami sama and two other men, who I later learnt were Kirishima and Suoh took me by car to building. It housed Asami and his men at the time. Needless to say I thought I knew what was going to happen. But instead I was put to work. Essentially a housekeeper, I ran messages and acted as a lookout on a few occasions. I had my own room, with no locks, Takaba-sama you have no idea how long it took me to get used to sleeping in a bed. Akira laughed and his laughter was genuine.

"I became something of a pet. Asami had me go to people who helped me with my speech, and who taught me how to read and write. I had to see a therapist as well, I still do Asami sama says I have to because it's good for me. I could for the first time in my life come and go as I pleased. I liked to read, I read about all sorts of things and I, Asami, Suoh and Kirshima would talk about them. And Asami sama let me turn the roof into a garden, I could be outside as much as I wanted. I learnt from Asami, Suoh, Kirishima and the other men. I learnt how to fight properly, I learnt how to drive, how to pick a lock. I don't care why he picked me up, but I'm eternally grateful that he did. Asami-sama gave me a life and there is nothing for him I wouldn't do."

"What happened to the people who held you and the other children?"

"The children were dead by the time Asami got there. I was the only survivor. As for the guy who ran the operation and his people Asami-sama killed them. Asami-sama doesn't like that sort going on in his territory, even he draws the line somewhere."

"How did you ending doing what you do? I know that you deal in intelligence that's it."

"From that aunt of yours no doubt. Well I started watching people as a survival mechanism. You see what people say for the most part doesn't matter much, it what they don't say or the things they try to hide that are more important. About a year later a man was brought in for questioning. He was taken down to the basement. I followed and watched as Asami's men tried to extract certain information from him. But they there weren't having any luck. I walked up to him, I looked at Asami, he looked at me and nodded. They tried for nearly two hours to get this man to talk, it took me just fifteen minutes. I don't enjoy causing pain, but I'm good at. After all I had some of the very best teachers."

Akira went silent for a few minutes, the only sound was the rain that was coming down outside "Do you think I'm a monster?"

"No. You are what you are. You're no different than any of us you're a product of your past."

'A product of my past – I like that' "Takaba-sama let me tell you this if you want to know the face of goodness look in a mirror. If you want to know the face of evil do the same."

And these were the last words exchanged. Akihito fell asleep. Akira could hear his gently snore, while he watched the rain comedown, washing everything away.

Short I know but I did warn you it was going to be. So reviews, feedback are always welcome. Flames AREN'T welcome. I don't when I'll update next.