I laid on the ground in agony and did everything I could not to let a scream flow from my lips. Blood poured around my hand that gripped my thigh tightly. I closed my eyes and more pain flowed through me. I felt tears pour from my eyes and drip down onto the sidewalk. The blood pouring from my wound was hot and was coming fast. My black jeans were already covered and it started to run down a small crack in the sidewalk.

Out of the shadows I could see a figure and I tried everything not to scream then. His footsteps echoed around the empty street and I let out a small whimper. He was taller then me and he wasn’t in his business suit I remember in the club. He had long hair but what color it was, I was unsure. The shadows hid his face and anything else that would set him apart. I heard another click and I tried dragging my body toward the nearest building. Blood smeared the ground where I was dragging my painful wound behind me.

“You see, I know what abilities you have because I too have them” his voice was low but calm. “I have no intentions of begin caught or begin seen ever. This world isn’t big enough for the both of us and I wish you honestly would vanish. But I can see you can’t do that on your own, so I have to give you some assistance” he said and I saw the shadow of the gun begin raised and pointed at me.

“Hey, you there” someone hollered further down the sidewalk and I felt desperation rush through me. “Help” I hollered weakly and I saw the one who hollered moving toward me.

When I looked back for the man with the gun he was gone. I gripped my leg tighter and the blood continued running down. As soon as the savior saw me he was instantly calling an ambulance for me. I whimpered at the thought of an ambulance but I had no choice. I couldn’t heal myself on my own. I glanced down the alleyway that monster had appeared from and saw a shadow walking down the path.

A few minutes after that, I black out and I never remembered anything that had happened after I blacked out. Though the guy explained in great detail about the trip to the hospital, the bed, what he thought they did when they took the bullet out of my thigh and then stitched me back up. Which I begged him to spare me the details on but he only took pleasure when I plugged my ears, like a child.