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[ perry como - the way we were ]

thousands of servicemen endured the brutalities of japan's prisoner of war camps, and DIMITRIY VALENTIN was one of them. it is almost impossible to imagine what these men had been through; mentally and physically. for two-and-a-half years the men had faced unrelentingly lethal conditions, almost a quarter had died in captivity while most were rescued and returned home damaged or in sick conditions;

the crammed soldiers had to wait up to five weeks, or longer, before the camps they were in could even be found by the allies. almost all of them sailed the eight to ten thousand miles back to their homelands, however each time the camps were found dimitriy had been moved, and as he moved the conditions gradually grew worse. each prisoner received less than a cup of filthy rice a day which overtime; with the help of dysentery, reduced the men to living skeletons. it was almost the afternoon and dimitriy had finished all the work that he was assigned that day, he finished his daily ration earlier in the morning and was headed back to the place that he was 'living'. as the sun beat down on him he began to feel ill which was not quite strange for the boy, but as he walked his vision began to blur and before he knew it he was on the ground fading in and out of unconsciousness. he heard japanese soldiers scream in broken english for him to get up; which sadly he did not. his breathing became less frequent as he laid there on the ground, he knew deep within that he was going to die. but what the boy didn't know was that someone had been watching him, a man that went by the title, COLONEL SEAK YAICHIRO; the leader of japans most deadliest kill squad. and that man ordered for the japanese soldiers to get dimitriys' unconscious body off the ground. they brought the boy to a discrete location where his vitals were stabilized and from there on life as dimitriy knew it would never be the same.

the young soldier was in critical condition for some time and remained unconscious, they hooked up multiple iv's into his arm and had various serums flowing through the tubes. they knew he would survive this, they knew that he was different from the others, and now that they finally had gotten their hands on him they knew that he could benefit them in many ways, all the boy had to do is comply with them. and once he woke up from his deep slumber he did not comply with them; which they had told him was the wrong choice from the start. since he did not want to comply with their rules random beatings and torture was meted out at will by his sadistic, brutal, and unpredictable captors. they tried almost everything to break him and to make him need them, but no matter what nothing seemed to work. serum, after serum, countless hours of different torture methods, nothing broke the male― that was until their final serum ate away at his brain, leaving his mind almost completely wiped. his snarky attitude towards his captors, as well as his constant need to tell them that his friend would find him were all gone; leaving him completely void.

since his mind was a blank slate they took advantage of his confused and helpless state. the men taught the boy japanese and other various languages in order for him to understand them better and understand their enemies, they told dimitriy stories about the man he used to be, a man which killed people without hesitation, a man whom got whatever he wished; which were complete lies. but that was not all, they told him how the americans abandoned him in his time of need and how the japanese men were there to help him as of now. a bond began to form between dimitriy and the leader, he began to trust him even though the other males words were completely meaningless. they had him train for hours on end, trying to make him regain the strength that he used to have when he was in the marines. and after all his training was done he had one last thing to do, comply with their requests and without hesitation the boy did, and from that moment forward they had the 'american hero' go after each of their enemies, the mere humans, the supernatural, you name it.. they had the boy travel with two other men that made sure that the jobs he had been assigned had gotten done. and fortunately, one of his first missions had been to get rid of the people he used to call his family;

1. NIKOLAI VALENTIN (54 yrs. old)

2. ALEXEI VALENTIN (16 yrs. old)

the three arrived in california shortly after he was assigned to get rid of the two. and from the moment dimitriy stepped into the place which he once called home his father knew something was gravely wrong. before dimitriy could even process his fathers presence he could feel his ribs being cracked and moved to the side as a hand reached for his heart. he remained somewhat emotionless as he held a hand firmly against his fathers neck, his grip tightening around it as his heart was ripped from his chest, leaving him absolutely breathless as he stared at his used to be beating heart. he began to taste a somewhat metallic substance building up in his mouth as his heart was held before him, it was as if time had froze―

the two soldiers that traveled with dimitriy had the brother whom had been watching what had just occurred from the staircase resurrect the now deceased soldier; they had their guns pointing towards both of his family members until dimitriys' dull hazel eyes reopened. it was said that later these memories would be erased and morphed it into an artificial memory, making it seem as if the boys father and brother turned against him in the end; [ REFER TO HEARTLESS 01 ]. his previously noted abilities; him being a siphoner since birth, made it easy for him to siphon the powers from his younger brother; a sorcerer, into his own body before getting his revenge that he had been seeking from the start. he then turned the gun to his father, as he heard his fathers weak voice his only focus was on fulfilling his mission, dimitriys' eyes set on a similar pair of hazel ones ;

❛ remember the young men in their prime who never came home, and who suffered terrible conditions before they died, remember whose side you're truly on dimitriy―❜

and despite missing those words of motivation his finger lightly caressed the trigger and without hesitation he shot the male standing before him.

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