A/N: Here is the sequel to Fate. This story picks up a year after Fate left off. I hope you enjoy, if you haven't read the epilogue to Fate entitled Home, or even read the story Fate this may get a little confusing. So please read that first. If you find yourself confused at Isaac's actions towards Sally after what happened in Fate, that is fine it is probably due to the fact I did not explain well. For better explanation see my profile page. Anyways without further ado here is the riveting sequel known as Wounds.

Chapter 1

"Isaac, according to local news reports Retroville Bank has a hostage situation." Vox reported in the reciever I had placed in my ear.

I sighed. Of course perfect timing. I thought as I looked to my right where Sally was sitting. This was only our second date. The first being to The Candybar, then there was this one where we decided to go to the movies. So much for that. I thought as I excused myself to the restroom. Once I finally exited the theater into the main lobby. My eyes adjusted to the sunlight as I stepped onto the sidewalk, that had been baking in the heat of the day. Being the end of June in Texas it was no surprise to me.

I sped walk to the alley, that held the fire exits for the various theaters. Once in the cover of the alley. I clicked a button on the side of the receiver nestled in my ear. It expanded outward slowly and covered my face with a familiar cowl. Soon my body was covered with a black suit with white highlights. Once I was ready I took to the skies. I gotta be quick, or else Sally will wonder where I went.

With that thought I sped the booster to max power in my back, and altered my course toward Retroville Bank.

"Vox, do you have a number on the hostiles present in the area?" I asked as I flew.

"Reports range from four to six present, Isaac." She replied.

"Thanks Vox, understood." I replied curtly.

As I made my final approach I saw police cruisers surrounding the front of the building, and a sense of Deja Vu overcame me. I tried my best to push those troubling thoughts of that fateful night from my mind. Not wasting anymore time in my thoughts I dove through the glass curtain wall, that covered the front of the bank.

I managed to collide with one man on my way in. Carrying him with me to the ground with my own momentum. I snatched the handgun from his now limp hand, and wasted no time. Taking aim I took out two other men before they could react. Finally taking time to count I realized there were only four. Too easy. I found the other man in the back. Using a civilian as a body shield. Maybe not.

He ordered I dropped the weapon, and raise my hands. Not wanting the civilian to come to harm I complied. He let go of the civilian not thinking about my boosters. Wrong move, buddy. I thought as I boosted straight into him. Sending both of us into the counter of the bank.

With all hostiles downed I started helping people get to the exits. All the while making sure no one had gotten hurt. I soon noticed out of the corner of my eye, that all the men had a peculiar tattoo on their shoulders. It had the body of a snake, but instead of having the head of a snake, it had a circular eyeball as the head. Cataloguing it in my mind to look into more later. I listened as many thanked me to which I replied. "It's all in a day's work."

I soon took off before I was interviewed by every cop, and news network in town. But the main reason was the lady I had left waiting in the movie theater. I landed in the alley by the fire exits a few minutes later. Quickly pressing the button on the receiver in my ear. My suit disappeared as fast as it went on.

Few minutes later I strolled back into the theater in street clothes, and took my seat next to Sally. She didn't say anything just gripped my hand. I smiled to myself. We had come far over the last year. The wounds had finally healed, and all that was left were scars now. Memories of another life. One I would soon not forget. With that sentiment I turned back to the movie on the big screen. All the while the image of that tattoo seared in the back of my brain.