Chris was woken bởi the sound of his alarm clock falling off the train set above and hitting the floor. He swore, turned over and tried to get back to sleep. Then his morning cup of trà hit him in the face. "Alright, alright." he muttered drowsily, wiping the sleep from hit face. "I'm getting up." He got up and got dressed in his work clothes, muttering somthing about rusty springs, and wrote in his notebook:
"Morning wake up system working fine, just so long as bạn enjoy having to buy a fresh set of pjamas from the mall every evening."

Chris was an inventor. In truth, he didn't have a một giây name. He was just chris. Legaly, Chris Dent. He'd been adopted bởi a man named Dr. Smithers Dent after being found on the road bởi his brother, Kenny. Kenny was chris's only friend. He was the one who stuck up for chris at school, taught him how to skateboard and even how to drive. Smithers insisted that they call him Dr. Dent but in truth Chris thought that made him sound like he had a screw loose. The alliteration for a start. The truth was, Chris was probably the most mechanicaly inteligent boy in the world. The FBI had actualy employed him after he had built them a laptop with a battery that never ran out. Only then had his inventing career truly begun.

Chris picked up the prototype disruptor off the bedside bàn and fired it at the clock. It rang. He boosted the power and it exploded. It was a perticularly amusing thing to use around sound systems. People he didn't like's sound systems, usualy. He dragged himself downstairs, wiping the sleep out of his eyes, and had some breakfast. It was 6 in the morning, and yes, he always got up this early. He liked to be the first ready, not only because he got to see DD and Kenny's tired faces when they finaly emerged from their grottos, but also so that he coud make somthing explode in the back yard. Dr. Dent had a massive back yard. He remembered that ngày he'd rigged that lawnmower to drive around on it's own and it had ended up somwhere in canada when Kenny started it. It still sent them postcards. Good days. Unless bạn have cỏ khô, hay fever. Chris hadn't planned to do much today. Today, however, had planned to do a lot to him.

"Chris?" Kenny had come in without him noticing. Typical. "Afternoon."
"What?"
"It's a joke."
"Oh."
There was a long silence. Chris greeted kenny like this every morning. He was amazing at making people look like idiots when he was in a bad mood.

He had an idea.
"Kenny?"
Kenny head peeped out from behind the cupboard door.
"What now."
"Have bạn ever thought about getting a-"
"No. Where's the salt?!"
Chris leaned back in his chair. "In the china cupboard, behind the party poppers..."
Kenny pulled out a small leaflet.
"...there's a leaflet from the hospital explaining why it's bad for your kidneys."
Kenny tossed the leaflet out of the window.
"Why on earth would bạn want salt with your breakfast, anyway?" Chris asked, swallowing another spoonfull of cerial.
"I was going to make a full english breakfast, thank bạn very much."
"Salt? On a full english breakfast?"
"Yes."
"Get your facts right, ken."
"But there IS salt on a full english breakfast."

They argued for a while, then Smithers came in. "Morning, boys. Up bright and early as usual?"
"Yep." kenny said.
"Yep isn't a word, kenny." smithers scolded.
"Oh, sor-"
"You'd do well to take a leaf out of your brother's book, kenny. He's better manners than bạn and he's off the street."
Chris gave Kenny that annoying smirk that adults never seemed to notice. "I think we should go for a drive." Chris said. "There's nothing else to do, and Smit- sorry, Dad has the ngày off."
"Well," đã đưa ý kiến kenny "Okay. Who's driving?"
That was one of the worst mistakes kenny ever made in his life. It probably didn't matter at this point anyway.
"Shut up, kenny." Smithers đã đưa ý kiến simply.
The boys laughed.

They set off down the road in smithers' big jeep. It was a monster of a car, and you'd be surprised that a plausable man like smithers owned such a thing. The boys didn't know much about their father's job, exept enough to know that he earned quite a lot of money. Chris sat in the back hiển thị Kenny how his disruptor worked, blowing out a few of kenny's childhood toys that he didn't like any more. They were at the hàng đầu, đầu trang of a big cliff when it happened.

An animal jumped out in front of the jeep, causing smithers to swerve. Chris and him managed to get out in time, but kenny was too slow. He was Nữ hoàng băng giá in feer, and bởi the time he thought to follow them it was too late. The jeep burned below. "Chris!" smithers shouted "Don't just stand there, call an ambulance!"

The men dragged kenny's twisted body out of the jeep. It was only then that they saw how badly injured he was.

Kenny was dead.

(This part of my story has no Người sói in it. It is purely to clarify chris's trước đó life, 4 years before the rest of my story takes place. I decided to name the main character after myself, as I couldn't think of anything better. Please bình luận on this article.)