Chapter 1 “Released”
As I woke up from my restless sleep my backed ached from the abuse that sleeping on a cement brick with a sheet on it gives you. I stared at the ceiling and thought to myself on how this was going to be my home for the rest of my life. Solitary confinement, one of the worst punishments they could give to a person. Since I am classified as “high risk” there is no other choice but to throw me in here. I sat up and once again I felt the pangs of pain in my back so I stood up and stretched as much as I could in the cramped cell and the fact they kept my legs and arms in constant cuffs didn’t help things either. The room was too tiny for a person of my height. The ceiling was only maybe an inch over 6 feet and it was only about 5 and ½ feet wide. It was like being caught in a mouse trap. Not to mention the stench of death that I have now become accustomed to. It was like being sentenced to Hell on earth.
Someone slammed their fist on my door and I knew exactly who it was: the guards who came once every couple of weeks to shower me. They dragged me out by my cuffs and threw me into a showering room wear they stripped me of my clothes and turned on the water. I wish I could say that this was pleasant but the water was as it always is, just like tiny icicles hitting your body. As they were “escorting” me back to my cell they mocked me saying, “Oh how the mighty have fallen” and “Isn’t this so pathetic?” I hate them but since even if I did kill them it would hurt me more than I am already hurting now.
If I wasn’t sent here chances are my sins would be eating me even more on the outside. Here I am paying for them with loss of pride and degradation. Though no amount of my suffering could ever repay the people I have hurt. I often hope that those people who I hurt feel more comforted knowing that I am behind bars and rotting like a bad piece of fruit. Unlike the other prisoners the only time I was let out of my cell was to be showered. Others got exercise and time to watch the news but I am far too dangerous to be let out more than once every few weeks. Little do they know I could easily break away if I decided to do so but I won’t because I know it wouldn’t help anybody.
Time passed just as slowly as it normally does and I figure it was a day or so even though I don’t know when is day and when is night because the phosphorescent lights outside my cell are the only light I ever see. All of the sudden a guard slammed his fist into my door a couple of times. It startles me because It hadn’t been that long since my last “bathing”. He said in a gruff voice “You have a visitor”. I was baffled I am not allowed to have visitors ever! Because of my sentence nobody not even my family can see me.
The guard put new cuffs on me that covered from my forearm of my left to the forearm of my right arm. The then pushed me into an odd room that was like where they would bring someone in an insane asylum it had padded walls but in the center was a table with two seats. The guard sat me down and another guard entered with the visitor. I didn’t recognize him at all so there was no possible way he could be a relative. He was followed by 3 men wearing black suits and black sunglasses. “Hello Mr. Swordsman” he said with a smile as he sat down. I looked at him funny because he seemed like he knew me but he didn’t know my name. studied him, He had grey hair meaning that he was probably 50 or above he was dressed in a grey suit with an expensive tie and he had a large wedding ring on his finger. In his hand he held my file that the jail had on me. “Who are you and what do you want” One of the men in black tried to make me shut up but the man held up his hand and they shut up quickly. “Allow me to introduce myself I am the president of the United States James Anderson.” My mouth was about to drop. Why on god’s green earth would the U.S. president be interested in me. He continued “Well to answer your other question. As you know first hand the government has been experimenting on genetic manipulation in an attempt to create a more powerful being. We succeeded again and again in getting more and more people with unique and powerful abilities. The problem is shortly after they all had been created they decided they were too great to be controlled by us so they escaped and we couldn’t even put up a fight.”
His story didn’t shock me after all history repeats itself over and over again. “So what does this have to do with me who has been in jail from before these guys broke out” He laughed. “We believe you are the only one who can stop them from destroying more lives. You see their genetic manipulation drove them mad and now they seek to eliminate the human race because we are supposedly inferior. So we would like to bargain with you for you to fight for us” I laughed in the same manner he did “No not interested. I am not going to fight your war for you” He chuckled “He said you would say that. Bring him in.”
I was lost who is “him”. A medium height man with brown hair and brown eyes walked in. He was in his mid twenties, 27 to be exact I knew this for certain because it took me no time to realize who this was…. My cousin, Brian. “Hey cousin what’s up? You have been in the pokey for a while now haven’t you?” What I was feeling was indescribable but I could only utter “how?” Brian laughed “Shortly after you got arrested I joined a military research team. The same one that created “The Ultimate 8”, they are the people the president spoke to you about. They have started creating cheap copies of themselves with much weaker powers but they are more than enough to take down a normal citizen and even a trained army officer.”
“You know I already know this” I said with a sneer. He laughed “But when you were a member it was just the “The Tri-Warriors”. I scratched my nose “Good point and I left that behind me long before any of this happened.” The President stood up “So are you in?” before I could answer him a blast hit that rocked the entire prison. Since we are on the lowest level for us to feel it down here it must have been a bomb or something much more deadly. Brian stood up wobbly and yelled “Someone is here it must be a group from “The Ultimate 8”!” I easily broke my cuffs and darted at the door. The others could only watch as I dashed away. I ran down the hall till I reached a dark room and I opened the door and smiled…..“It” was still there.
In the other room a group of underlings from “The Ultimate 8” had surrounded the President and Brian and killed their guards. As it began to set in that I had abandoned them and now they were finished they were about to accept their deaths as a shadowy figure walked in. He was wearing a decorative mask and had crimson clothes on with claws for fingers. Brian gasped “Dosu the crimson blast! No way!” They realized there was no hope and collapsed on their butts. He looked at his claws and charged at them at full speed only to be sent flying through 4 walls into my jail cell. Everyone looked in awe as Brian and the President looked up they saw me in my old clothes. Before this jail I dressed in old fashion Japanese clothing with some very light armor to match the assassin of the olden days. Dosu walked back in cracked his neck “It has been a long time “Ronin the Twilight blade” I am glad to see your strength hasn’t waned”
As I woke up from my restless sleep my backed ached from the abuse that sleeping on a cement brick with a sheet on it gives you. I stared at the ceiling and thought to myself on how this was going to be my home for the rest of my life. Solitary confinement, one of the worst punishments they could give to a person. Since I am classified as “high risk” there is no other choice but to throw me in here. I sat up and once again I felt the pangs of pain in my back so I stood up and stretched as much as I could in the cramped cell and the fact they kept my legs and arms in constant cuffs didn’t help things either. The room was too tiny for a person of my height. The ceiling was only maybe an inch over 6 feet and it was only about 5 and ½ feet wide. It was like being caught in a mouse trap. Not to mention the stench of death that I have now become accustomed to. It was like being sentenced to Hell on earth.
Someone slammed their fist on my door and I knew exactly who it was: the guards who came once every couple of weeks to shower me. They dragged me out by my cuffs and threw me into a showering room wear they stripped me of my clothes and turned on the water. I wish I could say that this was pleasant but the water was as it always is, just like tiny icicles hitting your body. As they were “escorting” me back to my cell they mocked me saying, “Oh how the mighty have fallen” and “Isn’t this so pathetic?” I hate them but since even if I did kill them it would hurt me more than I am already hurting now.
If I wasn’t sent here chances are my sins would be eating me even more on the outside. Here I am paying for them with loss of pride and degradation. Though no amount of my suffering could ever repay the people I have hurt. I often hope that those people who I hurt feel more comforted knowing that I am behind bars and rotting like a bad piece of fruit. Unlike the other prisoners the only time I was let out of my cell was to be showered. Others got exercise and time to watch the news but I am far too dangerous to be let out more than once every few weeks. Little do they know I could easily break away if I decided to do so but I won’t because I know it wouldn’t help anybody.
Time passed just as slowly as it normally does and I figure it was a day or so even though I don’t know when is day and when is night because the phosphorescent lights outside my cell are the only light I ever see. All of the sudden a guard slammed his fist into my door a couple of times. It startles me because It hadn’t been that long since my last “bathing”. He said in a gruff voice “You have a visitor”. I was baffled I am not allowed to have visitors ever! Because of my sentence nobody not even my family can see me.
The guard put new cuffs on me that covered from my forearm of my left to the forearm of my right arm. The then pushed me into an odd room that was like where they would bring someone in an insane asylum it had padded walls but in the center was a table with two seats. The guard sat me down and another guard entered with the visitor. I didn’t recognize him at all so there was no possible way he could be a relative. He was followed by 3 men wearing black suits and black sunglasses. “Hello Mr. Swordsman” he said with a smile as he sat down. I looked at him funny because he seemed like he knew me but he didn’t know my name. studied him, He had grey hair meaning that he was probably 50 or above he was dressed in a grey suit with an expensive tie and he had a large wedding ring on his finger. In his hand he held my file that the jail had on me. “Who are you and what do you want” One of the men in black tried to make me shut up but the man held up his hand and they shut up quickly. “Allow me to introduce myself I am the president of the United States James Anderson.” My mouth was about to drop. Why on god’s green earth would the U.S. president be interested in me. He continued “Well to answer your other question. As you know first hand the government has been experimenting on genetic manipulation in an attempt to create a more powerful being. We succeeded again and again in getting more and more people with unique and powerful abilities. The problem is shortly after they all had been created they decided they were too great to be controlled by us so they escaped and we couldn’t even put up a fight.”
His story didn’t shock me after all history repeats itself over and over again. “So what does this have to do with me who has been in jail from before these guys broke out” He laughed. “We believe you are the only one who can stop them from destroying more lives. You see their genetic manipulation drove them mad and now they seek to eliminate the human race because we are supposedly inferior. So we would like to bargain with you for you to fight for us” I laughed in the same manner he did “No not interested. I am not going to fight your war for you” He chuckled “He said you would say that. Bring him in.”
I was lost who is “him”. A medium height man with brown hair and brown eyes walked in. He was in his mid twenties, 27 to be exact I knew this for certain because it took me no time to realize who this was…. My cousin, Brian. “Hey cousin what’s up? You have been in the pokey for a while now haven’t you?” What I was feeling was indescribable but I could only utter “how?” Brian laughed “Shortly after you got arrested I joined a military research team. The same one that created “The Ultimate 8”, they are the people the president spoke to you about. They have started creating cheap copies of themselves with much weaker powers but they are more than enough to take down a normal citizen and even a trained army officer.”
“You know I already know this” I said with a sneer. He laughed “But when you were a member it was just the “The Tri-Warriors”. I scratched my nose “Good point and I left that behind me long before any of this happened.” The President stood up “So are you in?” before I could answer him a blast hit that rocked the entire prison. Since we are on the lowest level for us to feel it down here it must have been a bomb or something much more deadly. Brian stood up wobbly and yelled “Someone is here it must be a group from “The Ultimate 8”!” I easily broke my cuffs and darted at the door. The others could only watch as I dashed away. I ran down the hall till I reached a dark room and I opened the door and smiled…..“It” was still there.
In the other room a group of underlings from “The Ultimate 8” had surrounded the President and Brian and killed their guards. As it began to set in that I had abandoned them and now they were finished they were about to accept their deaths as a shadowy figure walked in. He was wearing a decorative mask and had crimson clothes on with claws for fingers. Brian gasped “Dosu the crimson blast! No way!” They realized there was no hope and collapsed on their butts. He looked at his claws and charged at them at full speed only to be sent flying through 4 walls into my jail cell. Everyone looked in awe as Brian and the President looked up they saw me in my old clothes. Before this jail I dressed in old fashion Japanese clothing with some very light armor to match the assassin of the olden days. Dosu walked back in cracked his neck “It has been a long time “Ronin the Twilight blade” I am glad to see your strength hasn’t waned”