“Matt if you keep eating that stuff you’re going to get fat, besides Jeanne and Mark are going to swim with us tonight in the pool, plus Mark said he also got a brand new hot tub!” Matt rolled his eyes digging his fork into his pancakes.

“Yay…” I glared at him.

“Matty don’t act so exited, it will be perfectly fine it’s not like you can’t swim.” I paused for a moment “Wait…you can swim can’t you?” His hand stopped, the fork swaying in his fingers as a piece of pancake fell back down onto the plate

“Why would you ask something like that?” I smiled propping my elbows onto the marble top while resting my head in my hands “Well I have never seen you swim before, you actually tried to avoid every single swim date we set up with them. So?”

He tilted his head slightly setting his fork back down against his plate “So, what?”

“So can you?”

“That’s a dumb question?”

“Answer me.”

“That’s none of your business.”

“You can’t!?”

“I told you that’s none of your business!”

“Oh my- Mom Matt doesn’t know how to swim!”

Matt dropped his head in his hands “Can you just shut up, I had a bad swimming experience when I was a kid! Quit laughing!”

*     *     *

“Conner, I am fully aware of what his codenames mean.” Conner let himself fall back into a chair, his thick blonde hair sticking to his drenched forehead.

“Then explain to me what you know, I highly doubt they put these thing I’m about to tell you into his records.” The chief leaned back, the records said he killed hundreds of soldiers, they also said that he doesn’t spill any information. He was caught once by the terrorists and beaten nearly to death, but not one word escaped his lips. He was even capable of escaping on his own with a broken wrist, three cracked ribs, and internal bleeding.” Conner chuckled lightly at the new chief’s lack of knowledge.

“Well then allow me to inform you chief, this dead person, no this dead demon you are asking me to send troops for was insane. He lived for the kill, he had the speed, and hearing of an animal, and the accuracy of a fine built machine. He was an opponent to be feared of course, the master trump card of the full American war force. Yet you don’t understand some things about his personality.

    I laughed seeing Matt trying to wipe the pancake syrup from his hands. “Matt come on! Need some help with that?” He shook his head furiously wiping his hands on his shirt which clung to him soon afterwards.

“Angie what kind of syrup is this!?” She shrugged dusting off her apron with her weathered finger tips “I have no idea, its some new kind the company claims its better for your digestive system.”

There are two main problems that will prevent you from finding him. The first is the fact that he knows how to cover himself. He is a professional schizophrenic.

“Angie can you just pass me something to scrape it off, I find it hard to believe any thing near the likes of this is good for your digestive system, perhaps if you’re a koala.” Angie rolled her eyes, and reached her hand for a butter knife behind her

“Is this fine?” He nodded slowly lifting his hand for her to pass it. “Catch then.” She stepped forward to pass it but suddenly yelled as her foot slipped on a coffee spill under her. She fell back catching herself against the back counters but accidentally hurled the knife in the process. I quickly jumped from the stool in panic as the knife soared towards Matt. Yet again, like all the other incidents, he caught me by udder surprise.

“You see…when he was young he began to grow blind, his supposed guarding seemed overly troubled by this and lacking the needed financial aid…attempted a surgery involving dangerous chemicals. He was an immature doctor and obviously destroyed the boy’s eyes. The chemicals that were supposed to eat away at the sickness that was stealing his sight, devoured the pigment and his eyes became ultra sensitive to light. This was only until an incident caused his eyes to meet the light and he was permanently blinded, but the drained pigment and the chemicals mixed, and with exposure to light caused a noticeable change to his eye color. We still haven’t figured out what chemicals were used in his past guardians experiment, but whatever those chemicals were, with the combination of eye pigment light and supposedly other chemicals they turned his brown eyes to a near soot like onyx. Supposedly beautiful but worthless all the same, that’s what makes him dangerous chief. He’s completely blind.”

Matt spun the knife in his fingers taking another sip of his coffee. “Matt are you ok?” He shrugged

“It cut my fingers slightly, but just be happy I caught it.” I moaned in frustration sitting down beside of him on the couch that we had guided him too after the incident “I’m so sorry, I’m so happy you caught it in time, are your fingers bleeding?” He lifted his fingers to his face, sighing as a trickle of blood streamed down the side of his hand. “Oh, here let me get something for that.” I stood up quickly and turned to Angie “Mom can you please get a band aid?” She nodded eagerly, guilty for what had happened merely a few minutes earlier.

Chief if you really do think he’s out there you better track him down, and if you find him you better have a nice number of men with you to take him down and back, its going to be hard, but If my suspicion is right.”

Matt watched the blood as it fell from his hand, his eyes fixated on it. That simple image brought so many memories forth. The memories of lust, death, desire, thrill, horror, addiction, all of those feelings had been locked inside of him for so long, the feelings of an intense killing edge that he could sheath but never dull. It was his worst fear that, this part of him awakens again. What threat could it pose to Rayne, and Angie, how would his old self deal with these people that he could not kill now. They were forever imprinted in his memory, even if he returned to his past self, he would not be able to kill them. Would it be worse than that?

“If my suspicion is right…that part of him that loved war has been dormant for a long time, and I trust that he wants to keep it that way. Have you thought about those facts? What if he has become close with a family? What if he no longer wishes for the pain of war?” The chief looked at Conner deep in the eyes “Then I will dig for that part of him and I will awaken it if it’s the last thing I accomplish in this world. We are at war Conner, a large war, our soldiers are dying, we need him and if he isn’t willing to sacrifice himself for millions of others then he will have no other choice.”