It has been a while since I wrote a fic like this but after Holby on Tuesday I felt like this character deserved to die and what better way to do it than to bring The Nameless face back.

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Katie xx

The leaves beneath my feet crunch as a step forward. I am back. The thrill is there oh this feeling is one I've missed so much. It's been too long. But then I must remember I'm here for a reason. No one gets away with that I mean no one. I knew he'd be back he couldn't stay away. People like him live for the pleasure of making another's existence belong to them. They manipulate, they lie and they cheat. But not on my watch.

Night has just fallen, the sky are strung with clouds. Blackness is descending. This is my life now I suppose. I'm the 'creep', 'the nameless face' the one who gives the devils their just deserved punishments. What's this now 6 I think? And still I'm running free. Still I'm anonymous the nameless face in the crowd.

What's that? Footsteps. I stand still, pushing myself closer to the building. Don't move, don't breath and don't make a sound. I watch as he walks towards the gates, the anger burning in his eyes. Just wait that anger will die and I will be the last thing he sees. I love this part the most, the wait, the hunt and the kill. Yes I have to say the kill is always the most satisfying but the suspense, the anticipation all add to it. The pieces to the puzzle. When all fitted together give ultimate satisfaction.

Now's my chance. His back is turned. I must move quickly. One foot wrong and it's all over. His arm yes that is his weakness. My feet move faster one foot in front of the other. I creep up behind him, he's too busy on the phone. 'Now' I tell myself. I pounce, a cat and mouse. His arm is in my grasp, I twist. The yelp of pain from his mouth makes me grin. I can't help myself. My hand quickly covers his mouth. I'm in control. He's not used to this I can tell. I'm the one with all the power. I decide who lives and who dies. I pull him round the corner behind some bushes. The moment I have been wait for the past few weeks. All the watching, the evaluating has all come down to this the moment of truth. I tap my pocket. Yes it's still in there. My smile grows larger. His anger has been replaced with fear. I will myself not to laugh. This man is now a mere fish flopping in my hand. The water he felt safe in now dry and gone. It's me and him. And there's only one way out for the both of us. I live and he dies.

I reach into my pocket, my other hand still gripping firmly onto his arm. He daren't scream, or yelp. I take the knife. My baby is back in business. I push him down to the floor my knee resting on his chest. I poke the tip of the knife under his chin. Its time. I slice flush along his throat. The blood spilling from his veins. Running down his neck. The life draining out of him. He can't cause anymore harm now. It's over.

I stand up quickly, taking the HCl from my other pocket. I clean the knife and slip it back into its hiding place. I take one more look. The lifeless body sprawled out on the grass. My work here is done. I slip off into the night. The shadows covering my tracks.

I walk towards the hospital as I do every morning. In front of me are cameras, and people lots of people. I walk closer to get a better look. They are all admiring my work. It's for the bet they must remember that. I kill with reason and I kill for justice. I watch silently as his body is zipped into a body bag, as his face disappears I hear a whisper from behind me. I can't tell the voice. But I feel it's for the best I don't look round. The name it speaks is "Jed". It's over now.

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