Stephen continued his gaze at the sunny day. The sun was one of the only things he enjoyed. It was warm welcoming and lively much like someone else he remembered. A lonely cloud passed over the sun and he thought back silently.

"Rika -"

He turned around and fell on his couch.

"She loved sunny days."

Stephen looked in his fond memories of the girl from his childhood. Her pinkish hair, and the happy expression on her face when she said a name even he refused to remember. His fond memories faded at a last unhappy day. Armed men broke into their home and took Rika away on a grey sunless day with unorganized droplets of water drizzled down from the skies above. Stephen clenched his teeth and gritted a pain in his head away forcing his past away with it. Stephen wanted some fresh air, he threw on a white hoodie and left to his walk.

Sounds of dogs barking and cars passing gave him a higher sense of reality. He walked the streets witnessing students return to their homes. He remembered his school days and the happiness of having friends and the everyday life of school, its hardships and its fun. He spotted a police car and some yellow tape. He thought that maybe the other side he had could have done it.

"Did he do that?"

He paused and looked in at the crime scene. Noting the dismembered bodies and corpses.

"No, the aura it has, it isn't something he could have done, it's not primal enough."

He walked on when an officer looked at him. Stephen heard police cars and then they halted before him.

"You are under arrest!"

Stephen started running into a dark alley one where the only light was dim sunlight passing through polished windows and optional escapes. He couldn't understand the reason he was a suspect and asked the only one who could be to blame for any violent action.

"What did you get yourself into this time".

His mouth moved but his voice didn't come out. His body remained the same as he ran. He didn't shake or flinch. Stephen turned right and ran toward the direction toward the old faded building he called home.

"Stephen, Stephen, little sheep, I only began a hunt that hasn't finished."

Stephen's face lit up in a devilish grin and the speaker spoke lowering his voice to little more than a whisper.

"One you should have done years ago."

Stephen looked up questioning anything and everything and then came to a conclusion.

"Its Rika, Isn't it?"

The grin on his face grew larger than before and that grin was a clue that he was correct.

"You want her back do you not?"

The smirk receded and for that last moment the second persona within Stephen seemed calm.

"Yeah and?"

The constant flickering of Stephen's expressions halted finally. Stephen received no spoken response and he already knew the answer as sentences boomed from within his mind.

"Then fight for it!"

The sinister voice spoke again dragging on the last word.

"Shall you claim it? Your power!"

There was a brief silence and then the sound of marching men behind him. He heard the clinging of metal and the stamping of boots. The men panted and one of them yelled loudly.

"There he is, open fire!"

Rubber bullets struck the walls in front of him and to every side. When the voice within tempted him.

"Little Stephen, when are you going to become the wolf?"

Stephen looked around and spotted the similar yellow faded walls and saw his apartment in the distance. He was getting tired and he knew the light of escape was becoming dimmer and becoming captured was the inevitable. He sprinted with all his might to return to that room. The sunlight was fading and he couldn't turn the way he was now. He was under a police chase and returning now would be a bad idea. Even though it was nearing night and his head began aching as the killer inside returned.

Stephen had little time to chose either he could arm himself with the other's blade and clothes and acknowledge his whole being or he could run until he runs out of time. However if he accepted the other half what would happen. He thought about his choices further and came to his decision.

"If I risk rejoining you to me, what will happen?"

There was silence, and nothing but dark laughter then a short question that of which the answer was already clear.

"Risk? You mean mending your broken soul?"

The voice commandeered Stephen's mouth.

"The sheep you are and I shall cease to be."

All the clouds cleared in Stephen's mind. He bolted through a window and was cut by the falling glass. Then he climbed the stairs until he reached his room on the third floor. After crawling up the second set of stairs since the pain of the injuries; he closed the room door and barred it with the sofa to buy him some time. As he gasped for air and shook and shivered from the pain. Staggering to the closet in his weakness Stephen opened the cabinet doors and spoke.

"I'll never kill someone, I'll never be like you!"

Shortly after he had spoken he was completely dressed in the dark attire. Stephen he lifted his had to the black and red hilt on the blade. He removed it from the closet and he jolted as if struck by electrical current. After he stopped, he bowed his head sagging low to the ground, struggling to remain conscious and he said some final words to remind himself of his wish and who he was.

"I'll never -"

Stephen's caring form escaped him. Before he raised his head, his shoulders shook from the heavy laughter and felicity that had escaped him. The Police broke through the door and Stephen spoke deeply.

"I don't have a choice."

Stephen swung the sheath off and then he charged the two guards across the room. He sliced at their necks, and they separated just above the shoulder. He reached for the sheath and clipped the long cylindrical sheath to his belt strap. With that new persona forged from the moment, who is he now and who shall he become?