Any errors let me know and I'll try and fix them. ~~~~~~~ Jay threw Dyran at Jack’s feet, Dyran whining as he hit the ground. He slowly climbed to his hands and knees slightly looking up at Jack. “Thank ya, Jay,” Jack said as Jay turned and left. Looking at Dyran he said, “Hello, Kid. Have a nice rest?” “It’s Dyran,” he retorted through clenched teeth. Jack glared at him a moment, then stated, “Let’s make one thing very clear, you do what I tell you, when I tell you to do it. Got that?” Dyran smiled at him sarcastically, replying, “Of course, Master.” Jack glared at him again, then reaching forward grabbed Dyran’s throat. “Don’t get sarcastic with me, Boy,” he snarled. He released him, throwing him backwards some. “Marianna.” Dyran got to his feet, and stepped back as Marianna walked in. “Yes, Sir?” Marianna said, and then spotting Dyran she smiled at him. “Get him some work cloths and give him a job,” Jack snarled. “Yes, Sir,” she said bowing. “Follow me.” She glanced at Dyran, then turned, and walked out, Dyran following her. Walking for a few seconds in quiet Marianna spoke. “Don’t expect your load to be light.” “I wasn’t,” Dyran replied, crossing his arms. “How long have you been here?” “Since I was born… Jack’s my Father.” She turned into a room, walking over to a dresser. Dyran stopped at the door leaning on the frame. “Here, you can wear this.” She tossed him a green tank top, and some blue jean shorts. “And you can clean the yard.” Dyran caught the clothes and nodded. “Oh, and another,” she added as he had turned, “don’t even think about running away, Jack has some vicious dogs and the fences are topped with barbed wire.” Dyran turned and asked, “What else should I not do?” “Don’t talk back to Jack. And don’t get sarcastic with him.” “All ready learned that.” She glared slight at him, and then continued, “Jack may not beat me, but he sure won’t think twice about beating you. Just do what he tells you to do, no questions asked. And lastly, don’t expect to be saved.” “Don’t worry,” Dyran said, sadness spreading across his face, “Jack shot the only person I cared about.” With that said, Dyran turned and left to change. As Dyran stepped into the yard, he placed his hands behind his head and asked, to himself, “How am I to clean this monstrosity?” “Just move the stuff around,” Marianna said as she walked out behind him. “You really are something. I didn’t expect you to actually try and clean the yard.” Dyran turned around and looked at her. “Now what did you expect me to do?” “Tell me to go to hell and ignore me.” “Now why would I do that?” “Everyone else has.” “I’m not like everyone else… besides, shooting my mouth will get me in trouble, remember.” He added in a whisper, “Like it did with my last slave parents.” “You were a slave before?” she asked, catching his whisper. “How did you get free?” “Xavier.” He sighed as he lowered his arms and crossed his arms. “But he’s gone. Like you said before, ‘Don’t expect to be saved’. Thanks to Jack I have no one to save me.” “Dyran… I’m…” “Don’t be. You didn’t know him and it wasn’t your fault.” Dyran sighed as he glanced around the huge yard. “So are we the only slaves he has, right now?” “Hell no, Jack has at least 10 slaves. I hardly ever see the others cause he has them working in different sections of the compound.” She sighed, crossing her arms. “Poor Dorjan,” she whispered. “Who?” “Dorjan, he’s my little half-brother. After my Mom had him with another man, Jack killed my Mom when Dorjan was about a year old. I was about 4 at the time.” Bryan walked back into Xavier’s room and stated, “I can’t find him. I’ve looked everywhere.” “Then you haven’t looked everywhere, if you can’t find him, cause he’s gotta be somewhere,” Xavier replied. “Don’t get smart with me, Xavier.” “Well then, I’m coming with you.” “What?” asked Bryan as Xavier climbed out of the bed slowly. “No, no you’re not.” “Bryan, he’s my son, I’m going to look for him.” Xavier placed a hand on Bryan’s shoulder. “He’s not your son. You only adopted him. Just cause you screwed up with Diana you think that any boy that comes along looking like you is your son?” “Bryan…” “Xavier, I know you want it to be that he’s your son, but he’s not. Diana and your son are a thousand miles away.” He pulled Xavier’s hand from his shoulder. “Bryan, I never told you but… Diana got diagnosed with Cancer when Dyran was about a year old. They called me to come and get him and take care of him. But I didn’t think I was able to care for Dyran, so I told them no. Then when I’d heard he’d been put in our adoptions center… I didn’t know what to think. Realizing that the Rogers had taken him in, I was happy. I thought they would take care of him. When he started running away, I knew something was wrong, but I did nothing about it. Then when I could do something about it, I did.” Xavier paused and placed his hand back on Bryan’s shoulder. “I’ve gotten he second chance with my son. And I’m not gonna screw it up again.” Dyran walked back towards the cell as the moon rose outside, rubbing his hands. As he reached for the cell door, Shadow stepped beside him and grabbed his wrist. Shadow’s grip felt strangely familiar, but he didn’t know why. “Yes…” “You will speak when spoken to,” he snarled. His grip tightened. Dyran gulped as he realized his voice sounded familiar too. He winced at his tight grip and placed his other hand atop Shadow’s. “What’s the matter, boy? Don’t you remember me?” he asked stepping out of the shadows his face visible. As Dyran was about to whisper his name, Shadow’s free hand came up gripping Dyran’s throat and slammed him to the cell bars. Dyran coughed as the wind was knocked from him. “I told you I’d come back boy, and I am.” Dyran’s hands were planted firmly at Shadow’s wrists. Shadow then lifted Dyran from the ground a bit as footsteps approached behind him. ~~~~~~~~~~~ A/N: Whelp it's here, chapter 6. I hope you all enjoy it, and I'll leave you to guess who Shadow is, in the mean time. Working on Chapter 7, but after that I'm gonna need ya'll to help me to figure out what should happen after that cause I'm stuck. Whelp enjoy and review.