John Rider
The darkness called to him the rush of the kills, the high of the terminations.
The man's blond hair was pale blond, his eyes ice cold and his emotions slowly draining.
All the killing had started to affect him and it was difficult to stop.
So that's why John Rider was walking to Saint Dominic's Hospital at this time of the night, he had been in a really big fight with The BlackHawks and had been shot in the arm, palm, and he'd been stabbed in the thigh, and the stomach. He limped his way in the hospital and the lady called a stretcher and he was lead to room 8.
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Helen Grace Beckett glanced down at the food she was eating. She was on night shift and had been here since 630 pm and right ow it was 1047 pm.
"Dr. Beckett to the er room 8" the pa system went on and the brown haired lady dashed off, her ponytail swinging and then she was down and around the corner.
The man was masculine, he half laid half sat on the bed and his eyes were almost the colour of a glacier, his blond hair reaching his shoulders and was slightly curled, and the black outfit made him look all the more sexy.
"Hhello my name is Dr. Beckett." She stuttered.
The man's eyes swung to her face and she paused, those eyes looked at her with a predator glint…..
"Hello." His voice had an upper class English accent.
"Whats your first name?"
He asked.
"Helen."
"I am called Hunter."