For the next couple of hours there was no other though in the other's head besides that that said his mission was complete. It was, but to what end? No one was supposed to have been there, just him, he wasn't meant to hurt anyone, why were they there? His head spun, dizzy. He needed to rest.

Walking a couple more miles he found a rest shop, one of those that truckers stay at and luckily he had his wallet in his trousers. He reached for it and counted the money inside, it was good enough, he had his back account too but he didn't want to use it, he'd withdraw all of it and make a new account but somewhere else, somewhere far. But for now, food.

As Gabriel walked inside he kept his head down so as to not scare anyone and once he was at the counter he paid for a bedroom and made sure that it was for a week as well as paying for all meals in advance, he didn't want to have to come down to get food - this would have to do for now. He thanked the receptionist and had a feeling she blessed him when he walked away, he probably looked like the devil. Once he was in the room he made sure to tape the mirror up, he didn't want to have to look at himself or be reminded of what he had done until it was completely necessary.

Soon after his first meal arrive, his brain had been working on overdrive to try and keep the thoughts of all he had done away and focusing on just the things he was doing and when he wasn't busy he just counted.

But it didn't go too well. One, two three, dead. No. One two three four dead. No.

He was confused, almost scared but the knock on the door distracted him and he was about to open the door when he stopped himself. "Leave it on the floor, I'm in the bathroom." A lie but it worked.

Once he was sure the other person had gone was when he opened the door and pulled the tray of food inside. It was nothing special, a turkey sandwich and a soda just to have something in his stomach. Though food tasted different now. Had he destroyed his tongue and throat? That would explain his voice and his taste.

This was traditional American stake according to the menu in the reception though to him it tasted more like dirt than anything else and that was definitely a bad sign. Gabriel would have to think about what he wanted to do with his life but now he needed to focus on eating without throwing up, which was almost impossible considering he still kept jumping through thought and in and out of that ghost form he now slipped into. What had he done? Who else had he injured? Was anyone alive?

Yes, Angela.

At least he knew someone was alive, and someone young, someone beautiful with so much to look forward to in her life. He hadn't killed her. But the possibility that he had terrified and sacred her beautiful blue eyes with the figure he was now and with the sight of the watchpoint, their home.

Diablo.

There had been voices since he had woken up and they had gotten louder as the time went by and as the realisation that no one he had once held dear would ever respect or trust him, he was doomed and condemned to a life of solitude.

Once the man broke out of his own head he looked around and realised that it was already dark, he had been fighting with his consciousness for an incredibly long time now, the food was still here but it was cold though he was too hungry to put it away and so he ate. Slowly but he ate. After around an hour of struggling with cold and dirt-like tasting food the Hispanic man put everything to the side and laid down on the bed, buried his face in the pillow and screamed; loud and long but no one heard him, he was in the ghost form.

Xx

Jolting awake to the sound of a knock Gabriel looked around the room and noticed that the sunlight was now entering the room though the thin bathroom window. Sitting in shock he heard the faint words, "house keeping" and he was forced to grunt, "no." Asshole. No, he was just scared.

Sitting on the bed the tall man stared at the window in silence, trying to block away all and any thoughts that might pop into his head and the best way was for him to do so was to count the dust particles in that he could see flying through the air in the bathroom.

One two three four murderer.

He couldn't, whenever he tried to stop himself from thinking the worst that's when it came to him again no matter how hard the man tried, there was no escaping this. A thought popped into mind a few moments later, perhaps it was a better way to spend the time as opposed to mentally torturing himself, he'd try to control the ghost form, but he'd need to see what he looked like and so he walked up to the mirror and removed the tape from around it. The sigh was still shocking and terrifying.

His face was almost completely scared, his eyes now a mixture of the deep brown they were as well as being bloodshot, there were scars that went along his face, one diagonally across his eyes and his cheek. He could see his jaw, muscle and bone and it was disgusting, there was no way he could walk around looking like this.

Monster.

His mind was against him. Gabriel tried to ignore it though and continued to train himself to get into and out of the form as he wished, but the more he tried the more he noticed that t looked more like a wraith as opposed to a ghost – at first he could only get small parts of himself to transform, his hands one at a time and a foot occasionally. It wore him out

Xx

Days went by just like this: waking up, forcing himself to eat, freaking out over what he had done to the point the wall was riddled with dents and small breaks because of the moments of frustration he went through, luckily it was one of the shadiest places in the world so no one would notice a few more dents in the wall.

Life was hell, looking at himself was hell and he needed to find something, a purpose or something that could at least give him some sense of direction and yet, there wasn't much he could do for everything he had done to this point. He was a tactical ops leader, an infiltrator and in Blackwatch, an assassin. That was what Gabriel Reyes was good at. But where?

Talon.