(5 months in the future...)
The man gazed at himself in his reflection, slowly watching the changes he was preforming to re-shaped his face. Though he hated the knowlage of hiding his face, he knew it was nessary to do so that he finally could have the eliment of suprise. So far his enemies have always had the upper-hand; was always stroger than him, wiser than him, more powerful than him. Again and again he was forces to rise to their challange and again and again he had always been too weak to face them himself. He was weak.
He noticed that his face was darkening in the reflecting at his thoughts, and quickly composed himself to have an expressionless face once again. Now was not the time to loose control, he could not afford to be recognised, even if it would bring pain to himself; to see all the loved ones once again, to see their faces, hear their voices and bask in their pressence that could only be described as how the rose would feel after a long dark winter to see the sun again. And yet not be truly part of it.
No. Even if the pain becomes unbarable, even if he was on the brink of madness, he must not be revealed, not until it was the right moment. The right time to strike at his opponment will come; but he must be patient. Then and only then when his enemy stands before him and not recognise the danger that faces him will he strike and oh it will be sweet; to see the shock and horror etched upon his face, and then the recognition of his failure. Then and only then will he recieve his true revenge, for all the time lossed and for all the pain he had to endure.
The man watched his ear's reduced in size and sharpness and became more human, in the puddle. The final touches were nearly complete. Soon he would be ready to return, to face once more the faces of his comerades. He knew however his true test would only begin in a weeks time. One more harder then hiding his identity to his friends, or even facing his enemy. The test would tear his mind and soul apart but he knows that he must pervail. All he simply had to do was not to approach the two people whom he loved more then anything. Simple.
Pushing back the thoughts of them, he looked in his reflection for the last time. A small smile played across his lips and thought that no one could recognise him now, even in the examination of his mind, he could conseal himself, thanks to his recent master. Glancing around, he noticed that the sun was kissing the horizon. It was time. Standing, he made his way across the field and gazed on the city in the distance with eager anticipation. Feinster.