1 The darkness silhouetted the image of a cloaked man in a spotlight. It is hard to completely make out where it was, or what was happening... for that matter it is too blurry to tell exactly who either of the two people were. The other was, from what I could tell, American. His black hat was laying down on the floor, and his hair was a mess. The Black tank top shirt that he wore was in shambles over his body, as was his jeans. He knelt in the middle of the light, uncertain himself, what happened.

“Hello J.J. how are you this evening?” the voice came calling from within the darkness. “Oh, I’m sorry... I forgot. It must be hard to talk with a busted jaw. With that in mind, I guess you aren’t doing to well tonight, are you... Nod for yes, or shake your head for no.” the voice told the man. Reluctantly, the man in the light nodded his head.

“You know, Mr. Jones... There is something, over the last few months that has been on my mind. I think you know what I am getting at, don’t you?” The voice began to say, “I am just wondering, out of my curiosity... How did you get this far? I guess it would be simple for a man of your stature to get out of the U.S., hell I will even give you Germany, and Russia, but to get from Russia to here... Now that is something. You had to think for a second to yourself, that there was no way in gods good earth that you were making it back across the boarder, did you?” the voice asked. After a few minutes of no answering, the voice began again.

“You know J.J. I am beginning to get impatient... Maybe I will just skip the question and answer segment, and jump straight into the solution part... Maybe, just maybe we will be getting somewhere.” Than out of shadows, a man dressed all in black... a black trench coat, and brown hair, stepped into the light.

“No, you know what? That wouldn’t do me any justice what so ever. I know I kind of made your life a living hell this year, but you know what? It’s December, have some Christmas spirit. I’d say it’s a little too late for that though, don’t you think Johnny Boy? You killed my wife, and kid. I guess I should have seen that coming, and I probably did deserve it... Still, you played with fire and now your going to burn for it. I don’t mean that quite literally of coarse. I won’t make you burn. Instead, I plan On skinning a few patches around your body, throwing you in a tub filled with vinegar and watch you scream. When you are done screaming, and willing to beg for your death, I will put this gun to your head and pull the trigger... Bang, you’d be dead, Son.” The man said, starting to circle around the other in the middle of the light.

“You just won’t budge, will you? Do you like it when I call you, Son? I like using it. I used to use it every day, now I only have you to call it. I could have dealt with you killing just Selina, even than she was a great warrior and has my respect. None the less, she was probably after the vast amount of zeroes in my bank account. Would you mind, just excusing me for two and a half seconds, J.J.? Good I thought you would see it my way.” The man told the bleeding man in the middle. The man came back and this time he was hauling across a folding chair. He put the folding chair in front of the man and sat down.

“Okay, I am ready for you to stop the Bullshit J.J. We both know, that you aren’t as tough as you are made out to be. Well, a little credit, I guess. You did take out my wife, and a few of my best men, so that would take a little bit of skill, but anything is possible with that 9mm of yours isn’t it, J.J.? Look, I just need some closure, so if you could just answer me, how the hell you got here... I can go about my business. Is there anything you can say at all? I mean your jaw has to heal sometime. Is there anything at all you can do J.J.?” Asked the man in black, and handed the other man a handkerchief from his back pocket and a personalized pen with the initials, “D.F” on it. The man wrote something down and handed it back to, the man that he now called “D.F” in his head. The man read the handkerchief: “I can fucking talk, moron. I let myself come in because I wanted you to hear my story.” The man stood up from his chair, and walked over to the man still kneeling down but now the man had a grin on his face. That grin wouldn’t be long lasted though, for “D.F.” landed a large punch on the right side of J.J.’ face. “You were playing possum all this time, mother fucker...TALK! Tell me how you killed my family, how you got hear alive! Tell me mother fucker!” The man screamed at the now laughing man in the center.

The man in the center stopped laughing and looked up into “D.F’” eyes. “Your wife... I found a pen just like that one on your wife’ body, after I killed her. However, I digress. You want to know my story? Well I will tell you, It all began Once Upon A Time In Motor City...”