A/N: Some girls need to learn about opportune moments i think. Here it is as promised H. Now review it.


She was laughing at me. It was so weird, we had only been more than just friends a day or so and yet we already acted like an old married couple. Well, sort of I suppose, in the respect that all couples have secrets from each other. I was trying to plug this television in that Hayley had 'found' that morning. In reality I'd left it there for her, figuring that it was easier than me explaining where I'd got the money. Anyways, she was laughing at me because I was trying to connect it to the power socket, which I had fed from my lair next door, so as to not run up the electricity bill. So after she'd picked where she wanted it, and I'd manhandled it into place I realized that it was at the wrong side of the room, and had been unsuccessfully rigging extension cables across the room. After realizing there was no way, I lay on the ground panting, damning the television, (and Hayley for choosing to put it there).

She carried on laughing, and plugged the television into the socket next to the television. Great, now I had to wire that socket into my lair power source. I hid my irritation, and walked over to her. Feigning ignorance I asked her, scratching the back of my neck.

"Why didn't you tell me that that was there?"

I sat down, right on top of Hayley.

"Get off of me!"

"Never!" I replied, laughing.

"I can't breathe!!!"

"Why? Did you forget? Here I'll show you," I laughed, imitating breathing

"You're going to crush me."

I stood up, and once she had had the chance to breathe, once; I sat back down.

"GARETH GET THE HELL OFF OF ME!" she screamed

I jumped off her so fast, scared that I'd actually hurt her, my Hayley. My shirt caught on her though, and ripped off, exposing the marks from the night before. Hayley placed her fingers on the Gunshot wounds peppering my back, and asked me what in the world had happened. Quickly I came up with an excuse, the first thing that came into my head, and I stuttered something about the head chef throwing hot eggs at me, and burning me. She didn't believe me however, and questioned me again looking straight at me. I didn't want her to push me; afraid I would snap at her. I stood up, and half shouted at her, the anger burning in my eyes, as I told her once again I'd got burnt, before I slumped down on my bed, my eyes glowing gold with the effort of remaining in control. I could feel that she didn't believe me, and knew how much it hurt her, but I couldn't tell her, could I?

The next morning, after Hayley had gone to work, leaving a note telling me she was working late to pay the rent, I got so annoyed again by the events of last night, and the fact that she knew full well that I knew Josh had paid for this months rent, I decided to go to the gym, to cool down. All the way there I agonized over whether to tell her my dark secret, yet by the time I had reached the gym, I had still failed to make my decision. I grimaced at the bimbo manning the reception, god how dumb people annoyed me when I was like this, and quickly got changed, before heading to the punch bags. I started with the lighter ones, but they failed to scratch the itch so to speak, so I moved to the heaviest black bags hanging there, and pounded all my anger into them, the exercise creating the perfect catharsis I needed after the past eighteen hours. I carried on hitting it until my knuckles bled, and then hit it some more. When I was exhausted, I wiped down the bag, and returned to the dressing room, my mind slightly clearer. I decided that I deserved pampering, and used the gyms free products to pamper myself, shaving and showering, until I felt like a new man. It was easier to face my decision like this. I would not tell her, but I would give her a clue. Surely she would realize from this?

That night I hid high above the streets, hidden under my outfit, avoiding the police, who were after me because of what I had done to Hayley's friend, Abby. I had to be so careful now. So I sat there in the darkness, contemplating the trail of sadness, which had led me to this point, the fights with my family, the accidents, and finally the loss of money and the false accusation. I decided it was time, and headed back to my home, my intentions clear, I would show myself to her, let her realize the truth, she should figure it out after all. I landed on the fire escape, my balance perfect as usual, and looked down at her, watching the television whilst lying on the couch. She was reading, wearing a pair of glasses I had never seen before, the book old and well thumbed, her hair escaping from the bun she had worn for work. I looked down at her, and adjusted my position, the fire escape creaking as I did. It was enough to wake her from her reverie. She walked over to the window, and looked straight into my face, not realizing who I was. She had the cheek to ask my name, how stupid was she, not realizing that I was her boyfriend.

I answered her as I answered everyone, in a voice not my own; "I am the one with no name"

"That doesn't help there, because you know that I want a creeping guy outside my window" she said sarcastically

The man chuckled "are you always this sarcastic?" he asked

She nodded "yup I think so"

"I thought so" he smiled behind the mask

"Again who are you" she put arms around her to keep some warmth in

I gave up, told her she would know in time, and disappeared back into the darkness, which hid the truth from her.


Sorry its short. I hit a brick wall.

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