After revealing myself yesterday, I chose to give the girl some space. I still showed up in the morning, but didn't follow her as she left, I went about my own business. I spent some time renovating my current hide out, and began working to restore my equipment to perfect quality. Just because I had chosen to leave a life of death and thievery, doesn't mean that life will want to let me go. "Hope for the best, but always expect the worst." I murmured to myself, justifying my actions.

As the day wore on, I finally decided to return to the repair shop, but what I saw demanded action. A man was in the main lobby to the shop, kneeling down, clutching his crotch, and the girl was a little ways back, in nothing but her bra and pants, waving a knife at him. She was screaming at him and the tears continued to fall down her cheeks as she waved the knife, and the man went scurrying for the door. As much as I would have loved to comfort the poor girl, my insides had turned to a burning pit of anger, and my eyes blazed as I followed the man outside.

Quick to avoid attracting to much attention, the man darted down a dark, small alley way, the worst mistake of his life. I burst into a full sprint, shifting to the material form mid stride, and slamming into the man, throwing him against a wall. He was fast to recover, turning with a look of hatred and malice on his face, but as much could be said for him, my eyes held only the simple promise of pain.

The man must have thought I was the girl, cause he hesitated at the sight of me. The gutless jerk was fine to pray on lone girls but was afraid of any sort of competition from another man, too bad for him that I happened to be his opponent. He swung wildly, trying to put all his force into one punch, a punch that would have ended the fight with a lesser street thug, but I was a trained killer. I caught his punch without even flinching, grabbing his extended arm above the elbow, while my other hand gripped his fist. In one fluid motion, I locked his arm in place, and twisted violently on his wrist, hearing the satisfying crack of bones braking.

The man screamed in pain, holding his broken wrist close to his body, but I felt no remorse, only the calm satisfaction of knowing he was in pain. I gripped the man's greasy hair, twisting my hand in it for a proper hold, and yanked his head back, using my other fist to beet upon his exposed face. I broke his nose, blackened both his eyes, busted his lip open, and split his forehead open.

Shaking my bruised and bleeding knuckles, I tried to regain some sort of composer. I tried to tell myself that he was done, that I had repaid the pain he had caused the girl, but I didn't believe any of it. A cold furry had settled over me, and I knew then that the man's chances of surviving this had plummeted. I breathed out some anger, releasing the blades I kept hidden against my forearm, this man had made a drastic mistake.

Hours later, I was back in my hide out, cleaning the blood off of my blades and body. I threw my hoody and pants away, the blood would never leave the cloth, and dressed in a clean hoody after a shower. Miraculously the man had still been alive when I had left him, hanging in the rafters of an abandoned home, but he wouldn't stay that way for long. The house I had chosen for my time with him, had been infested with rats, and rats will eat anything, living or dead. I smiled as my burning anger blazed slightly, he had gotten what he deserved.

I returned to the repair shop a little time later, climbing the side of the building, and opening the window to the girls room. It wasn't long until she came in, she had clearly been through hell, and it hurt me to know that I could have stopped it all had I been there. It was little satisfaction to know the man had been punished severely. I closed my eyes, trying to settle the beast of anger as it roared to life within me, but when I opened them, my mind went entirely black. In front of me, the girl had changed clothing, putting on black shorts and a black bra trimmed with lace.

Thank god I wasn't in the material realm, cause there is no way to explain my sudden problem. Taking this from a guys point of view, but my wood was ready to fill her cellar. I spent the rest of the night trying to calm down, but the image stayed with me, and in the morning, I ran back to the shop.

When I got back inside, I couldn't find the girl, she wasn't in her bed, or in the kitchen. The light in the bathroom was on, but I could not hear anything on the other side, so I waited for several minutes. After a while, I figured something wasn't right so I materialized, and knocked on the door calling out softly.

"Uhm are you ok in there?"

No reply. "Crap!" The thought raised through my mind, and acting off impulse, I threw myself into the door. It bulged under the impact, but I knew there hadn't been enough force to brake it open, so stepping back I raised my right leg and kicked a spot beside the door knob. I heard the crack of the wood braking, and I threw my shoulder into the door, causing the lock to to rip out of the door frame.

The site that greeted me was strait out of a murder mystery show, the girl lay next to the tub, blood seeping from five fresh cuts on her wrist and from a spot on her head. A calm, determination set over me, I knew how to doctor almost any wound, cause in my early days I had suffered every kind of wound imaginable. Being on the streets, you did not have money for hospitals, and who wants to be interrogated about how you got hurt.

I set about to checking her injuries, my hands were calm, and I knew that if she were awake, she would barely feel them crawling over her. I finally was satisfied that it was ok to move her, so I snaked my arm under her legs, and around her neck, lifting her and taking her to the couch. I laid her down gently, then returned to the bathroom, opening the medicine cabinet and removing bandages, peroxide, and q-tips, I noticed a bloody knife on the floor, and angrily grabbed it. This is going to stop, I will not let her continue to do this.

Moving back into the living room, I began to treat the girl wounds, but I didn't get far before I was interrupted.

"May! Honey are you alright?!"

"Ohh for the love of god," I thought, as I turned towards the sound of the girl, May's, father running up the stairs. "Took you long enough, I literally busted one of your doors open." My thoughts just kept running on, as the man opened the door. The minute he saw me kneeling next to the girl, and a bloody knife on the ground near me, he made a sound close to that of a bear, challenging a rival.

I moved quickly, taking the man down as he charged at me, he hit the floor with an explosive "humf" as the air was knocked out of him. I quickly threw my weight on top of him, struggling to hold him down and silence him, so I could talk. I pressed my forearm against the man's throat, restricting his breathing so that he had less power to resist, I did not press hard enough to kill or knock him out.

"Listen to me, your daughter is hurt. I found her in the bathroom, unconscious and bleeding, take a look around and you will notice that I am trying to help her." I gestured towards all the bandages laid around on the floor, "Now let me help her, and calm down. She had an extremely bad day yesterday, and that is partially my fault. I wasn't there to help her yesterday, and I won't make that mistake again. "I am not leaving here until I know she is ok."

I held on to the man a little longer, starring him in the eyes as I let my words sink in, I saw the mistrust and anger still in his eyes, "This may get ugly." I thought.

Slowly I released the pressure on the man's throat, moving back towards the couch, but always keeping my eye in the man. Cautiously, I applied peroxide to a clean cloth and a few q-tips, pressing these along her cuts to clean them.