Cole's p.o.v

A few days past, Jay has been training hard. He still teaches but on the weekends, he joins us. Two more months, Jay and Abby will be here full time. Jay alternates between the temple one week and going to his house the next. Even Cliff comes to stay when he's not on a trip.

Right now, Zane is hacking the final fire wall on the camera we found in the cell the head guy was in. We busted a group almost four years ago, they called themselves The Raptures. They kidnapped people just for the fun of torture. Many fell to to them, roughly fifty, only five survived. We managed the track down four of the survivors, the fifth is still at large. The head guy, Dillon Michael, had been found dead in one of the cells. Fresh blood had been on the walls, well dried when we got there but it was fresh. Zane took the camera from the cell to hack it, and has been doing so for the last four years.

"Got it." Zane cries in triumph. We go, Nya beside Kai, Abby is doing home work while Jay grades test papers, both in the dinning room. Zane plays the video, the last one is of us walking in, finding Dillon. "He had been dead for twenty-four hours by the time we found hem." Zane said, rewinding the feed. Movement pops up, a figure now in the chains. Nya covers her mouth. We don't have to ask who it is, the stump of the arm tells it all.

(Video)

Wrip creaks, Jay yelling out pain. Dillon is smirking. Dillon than sets the wrip down, three rods in a fire. *Nya covers her mouth.* Dillon picks one up, pressing it to Jay's stomach. A scream of bloody murder erupts from Jay's throat as he tossed his head back. Dillon repeats the action some twenty times. The last time, Dillon pulls back, he kneels. Unlocking Jay's feet, that was his down fall. Jay wraps his legs around Dillon's neck, twisting. Not only does Jay freak his neck, but breaks the chains that hold hem. He runs out.

(Video ends.)

None of us can speak. We don't know what to say. "Now you know." I wrip around, Jay at the door. "Abbys at the table still, I came to see what y'all were up to. I'm not made, I'm actually glad y'all know. Did y'all see the present I left." Jay said. I'm shell shocked, he's not backing down, he's standing tall. Becoming a ninja again has helped Jay become, well Jay again.

"All the ones taken by the Raptures, they were branded." Kai says. Jay walks in, closing the door. He pulls his shirt off, his scars seen. "We've seen the scars before." Kai says. Jay takes a rag, wetting it, he rubs his right chest. Slowly, five black marks show, not marks, a design. From his collor to his hip, a dragon is carved in his side. I go over, tracing the lines, lines go deep, I can feel the gaps in his skin. I pull Jay into a hug, he returns it.

"I'm alive today cause of what I did that day. I don't regret killing hem, I just wish I had done it sooner." Jay says, pulling his shirt back on. Zane walks over, he holds a folder. He sets it down. "Do you know any of these guys." Zane slides the folder. Jay opens the folder, he looks at the pictures. One by one, he puts them in two piles, most go in one pile. He picks up the one of fifteen, laying them out.

"Nicole, Grace, Austen, Blake." Jay points to four pictures. I realize he saying their names. "Vixon, Heaven, Santo, Gaven, Jackie, Nora, Mira, David, Davis, Michael and....." Jay gets choked up, tears falling. "And little Rachael." Jay picks up her picture, he holds it. I go to hem, pulling the picture. "She's in foster care, the past four years." I say. Jay perks up, a glint in his eyes. "She made it, she's alive." Jay says. Nya walks up "I keep tabs on her, plus, I've been wanting to adopt her." Jay stands, pulling Nya to hem. "I made that promise to her, she came as an orphan, I protected her til he drugged me and took Rachael." Jay says. The phone rings, Zane answers it. The phone drops from his grip, it comes apart. "That was the hospital, Rachael is in the ICU. She was beaten by the family that was caring for her." Jay and Nya run out, Jay knocking his chair over. I go to the dinning room, Abby putting her stuff up. "Is mommy and daddy okay." Abby asked. I stroke her hair, sitting down. "They want to check on someone." I say