It was the same dream as usual.  Waking up naked and tied to a chair with piano wire.  Wire thin and strong enough that he feared it would cut his hands off at the wrists and feet off at the ankles, just from his struggles to get free.  And then there was Marco, bat in hand, using Stuart's face for batting practice until it was a bloody pulp.  At which point, Marco busted his knees with the bat.  The others started out laughing at Stuart's torture, but grew bored and went to another room to have a drink, leaving him to the tender mercies of Marco.  His balls and chest wired up, Stuart was repeatedly shocked for what seemed like an eternity.  According to the doctors, the electricity had scrambled his brain, which explained why he couldn't remember getting free, killing Marco and escaping.  And the nightmare always ended with Stuart's first scream as the electricity surged through him.  That night was when Officer Stuart Malone died, by the accounts of the police department.  And shortly thereafter, Darius Green was born.<br/><br/>Darius muttered "Oh great" when the knocking started on the door.  Had he disturbed the serenity of his neighbor's life once again?  He left the gun in the ankle holster this time.  It was unlikely any enemies would show up and knock on his door on a Sunday afternoon.  He was tempted to yell "Who is it," but the sound of his voice yelling might just make matters worse.  Opening the door, he found it was the girl Jane again.<br/><br/>"Hello, Miss Jane.  What can I do for you today?"