“Ah, before we start the training we need to give you a name. How about Freddy?” Suggested Jason.

“Hell no. I will not be named after that guy. I will not be associated with that type of criminal.”

“Fair enough, though he does have a really nice weapon and is witty.”

“Not a chance. We villains are allowed to have lines and that’s mine.”

“Ok, ok then let’s see. Dajin, Michael, Crowley, Nosferatu, ah I know Ash. Your name will be Ash.”

“I thought I was suppose to get a bad guy's name.”

“He may not be a bad guy, but you really can’t call him a good one.”

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“Point taken.”

“Now it’s time to train.”

With that I proceeded to undergo gruelling training for the next three months. I trained in home invasion, tracking, sniping, boobytraps, wilderness survival, camouflage, and many other things. Things probably wouldn’t have been so bad if he didn’t insist on having me learn with my body. Speaking of which, I now have several scars, most notably one that goes into my left eyebrow and another that grows from my left shoulder curves into the center of my chest then curves to my left side ending at around my kidney.

“Stop daydreaming Ash. Today, I will take you out to the field for your first assignment.”

Great, maybe I can finally stop knocking on death's door.