Prologue

Blood, so much blood.I really cant tell if I am still bleeding or if the blood has just been smeared so much that it looks like I'm still bleeding.
How long was I unconscious for this time?
I stagger to my feet as I hear the gunshots sounding .
An impact? My body goes limp as I amflung hard into the wall..its funny because the pain doesn't kick inuntil after I've crumpled to the floor.
I laugh. "Withany luck at least it'll end quickly?"

I hear noise, a radio..static? Everything is just white noise at this point,I cant make anything out its all just so loud.

Another bang an explosion this time? No...a gunshot..pain sears though me as I struggle to stay conscious.
The corners of my vision starts tofade as my mind goes blank.

I wake up panting and covered sweat. It takes a few moments for my eyes to adjust. For a brief moment I feel a sense of panic, I don't recognize this room.

No wait.. this is my room, at least it is now.

I moved into my grandfathers old estate about six months ago after learning about his sudden death at the ripe age of seventy six. I had spent much of my childhood in this home before my mother remarried and we moved in with my stepfather. It was a spacious estate five bedrooms and three baths in the main home, the basement was equipped to function as a small two bedroom apartment as well. This is where I spent most of my time. I couldn't bring myself to see the place as a home really. Of course after moving in I had started working on my own modifications to the place.Some of my first modifications had been a new home security system. I also built a nice server and wired it into the main rooms in the house, hell I even wired my security into the server for ease of access.

My grandfather had been a corporate attorney, investor,avid book collector and even a war hero in his many years on this earth, the old man had left pretty much everything to me when he died. Maybe he had somehow been keeping tabs on me over the years and figured I deserved a break?Still more than anything the idea that the old man had thought of me at all, made me feel a bit proud. I had always looked up to him as a child after all. Hell you could say he was a personal hero of mine.The old man had never been the kind to sit still for very long. He was always doing something for someone, or working on some project of his.

I roll over and look at the clock 4:36am. I let out along sigh.. there's no way I'll be getting any more sleep anyway so I might as well find something to keep my mind busy, I don't want to think about my dreams. I fumble around for the light switch, god I really need to get a proper lamp to go by my bed I think to myself. As the lights come on I throw myself in my bed and groan in defeat. The dreams are getting worse every night, I don't even think I've slept more than 4 hours a night in over a month and I'm exhausted all the way through. Resolving myself to the another sleepless night I shove myself out of my bed. Alright then I guess I should find something to keep my mind busy.

Plopping down in my chair I press the button on my pc. Shes a good system, an old tower but almost all of her parts are brand new. Leaning back in my chair I just stare at the ceiling for a few minutes while the old girl brings herself online. With a familiar chime lets me know shes ready, I look over the various icons and folders, maybe I should say hi to her.. I start trying to convince myself that what I'm doing is ok. It'll just be a for a few minutes, its just a program, its not like I have anything better to do, right? God I really hate myself sometimes. I hover of that all to familiar icon and click it.