Hey guys, Its been too long, but i am posting again :) this 6 chapter saga is finally continuing.

Hope you guys enjoy, have fun, and remember, i dont really own any characters from DC or Marvel :)

This is just entertainment based story, so please read, review and have fun.

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December 25/2013

Lightening is the only thing that can be heard around this small Motel called Roadway. It lies in the rural part of west Colorado. Not many cars can be found there, it's Christmas so most spend time with their family, not in a motel. Behind the front office, there is a kitchen where a young girl with hazel eyes and a beautiful smile is putting some cookies on a plate. She happily starts heading out, before she hears an inquiring voice saying, "Sarah, where you going? "

Sarah turns towards the choice, and sees a woman in her late 40's with a serious face. Sara quickly replies, "Oh, Just going to check on our guest Ma."

The mother's face gets more serious, "Him?" She asks with annoyance, as she looks up at the ceiling, "stay away from him Sarah, he give me the creeps. I mean its Christmas, and the fellow is in a motel. Something is off about him."

Sarah just shrugs her shoulders, "I'm just giving him some cookies, its Christmas."

The mother shakes her head with furious disbelief, "You stupid girl, stop falling for men who look good, they will always take advantage of you."

Sarah turns her head towards the ceiling, and replies, "He doesn't look like a bad person though, he just looks sad. And I'm just getting him cookies, not going out on a date with him. Just showing some holiday spirit."

The mother just folds her arm with a stern face, "And that's how they get you. Now put these cookies back and clean up the office, I will get up the Christmas tree up, so we can decorate it."

Defeated, Sarah sighs as she puts the plate of cookies at the desk, and asks, "You think dad will come."

The mother walks towards their living room, and replies. "If he knows what's good for him, he better not."

Sarah follows her mother, while saying, "Mom he made a mistake, he loves us…he tries to always make us happy, always gives us money and things. He has lived across the town for 5 years straight, going nowhere except to work and here to say sorry. He has been there for us, can't you forgive him?"

The mother starts putting the tree up, "I don't give two shits about him being alone, he cheated on me...I hate him."

Sarah just sighs again, and says, "He was drunk, young, and stupid. Everyone deserves a second chance, and you don't hate him ma."

Sarah's mother turns back towards her, and asks, "How the hell would you know?"

Sarah smiled and started to step back, as she said, "Cause you keep his picture under your pillow."

Sarah's mother got furious, as he threw one of the decorations at Sarah as she ran back to the kitchen. Angrily the mother yelled, "Go clean the office."

Sarah giggled little and went inside the kitchen. She was about to go to the front office, when she noticed the cookies, She quickly looked back and saw her mother was busy with the decorations. Sarah quietly picks up the cookies and walks out of the office, quickly going up the stairs to her right.

…/Room 32/…

The room is mostly dark, with the only lights coming from the occasional lightening coming from outside. Closely looking at the bed, someone is tossing and turning. A closer look reveals Bruce without his shirt twisting and turning as his sweat flows all across his body. It is easy to tell he's having a nightmare. He starts grunting soon, and suddenly just screams as he wakes up as there is a knock on the door.

Bruce gets his bearings quickly calms down. He then looks back at the door with a serious gaze. He walks towards a chair, waiting for lightening to strike and with a quick elbow, breaks out a stump as soon as he hears some thunder. He then slowly makes his way to the door. With the stump, held behind his back, he opens the door slightly; to find the girl from the front office staring at him with a plate of what it looks likes to be cookies.

Sarah quickly notices Bruce's shirtless and sweaty body and blushes, as she raises the plate and says, "M..Merry Christmas…I...I was just wondering, um would you like some cookies."

Bruce just looks at her, without saying anything, so Sarah continues, "It just that I haven't seen you leaving your room at all the past few days, I was worried that you haven't had any food. And it's Christmas, everyone should have a good time." Sarah finishes with a smile.

Bruce keeps looking at her, and finally relaxes as he looks at the cookies. They were chocolate chip cookies, freshly baked as you can feel the heat coming off them. Bruce looks back at her, and sees her a worried.

Sarah quickly says, "I...I mean if you don't' like cookies, its ok ill take them back." She smiles and starts turning back, but hears, "wait". She turns back, and sees Bruce grab a cookie from her plate and take a bite. He chews for a second, and swallows it. Sarah just stands there in apprehension. Bruce keeps looking at the cookie, and takes another bite. He looks back at her and says, "They taste good."

Sarah's smile becomes brighter as she starts heading back, when she hears, "Thanks" and the door shut. She keeps smiling as she heads downstairs.

Bruce starts walking back to his bed, but suddenly starts shaking…he falls on his knees as he grabs his head harshly.

"Please stop….HEEEELP HEEEELP."

The anger starts to course though him, his fists tighten, his teeth clenches, his body starts burning with heat, adrenaline starts coursing though his body.

Just as fast as the explosiveness came, it disappears, as Bruce falls down to his knees…Just looking at his hands. As he remembers, "these hands…they were so bloody…what am I?"

"Why am I like this, 12'th day…I still can't sleep without thinking about that….I had beat him…why did I…why….WHY" as he punches the floor angrily, his hands start bleeding. He slowly starts to calm down again, and thinks, "Why didn't I stop? I had already won."

"Am I really a killer…"

/Flashback/

January 7, 2013

Alfred walked to Bruce's room with his morning breakfast. Upon entering he saw Bruce sitting in front of his computer. Placing the breakfast on the table, he walked up to him and asked, "Good morning Master Wayne."

Bruce turned to Alfred, and with small smile said, "Good morning, Alfred. "

Alfred then looked at the desktop screen, and saw multiple tabs open such as psychopathy, genetics, and various serial killer articles. "Quite brooding research, sir."

Bruce turned back, and says, "Yea just trying to figure out why serial killers what they do. Is it biological, specific aspects of the brain, which reduces empathy, increases rage? Or is it genetically responsible, someone born of a killer, becomes a killer. Or is it the environment, what type of world they lived in, and what happened to them. Or is it all of them combined, nature and nurture combine perfectly to make a person who feels no remorse towards taking another life. "

Alfred stays silent, as he turns towards Bruce and asks, "And what do you believe sir?"

Bruce thinks for a few seconds, and replies, "I think…its all dependant on the person, and their mentality. Many people are born either genetically different or in terrible environments, but have not come out as killers, but valuable and morally good members of society. A person can be good, no matter what bad circumstances are in their life."

Alfred smiles at Bruce's answer, "That is a very optimistic view sir, that everyone is redeemable."

Bruce smirks, and says, "Heh…yea…except my philosophy has dark side to it as well. "

Alfred looks at him confused, and asks, "Dark side, sir?"

Bruce nods, "If a person is capable of being morally a good, even with a specific genetics that makes them more susceptible to dark moods, and a dangerous environment that can affect them negatively. Then the other side can also be true. That a person with perfect genetics that have no negative biological impacts, and has thrived in a much better environment …can also be a killer. With a perfect childhood and loving family, he can still become a sociopath, who does not believe in morality, and doesn't have any value towards life."

Alfred replies, "That sounds very unlikely, Sir."

Bruce starts getting up from his chair, and says, "Well look at Ted Bundy…he killed so many young women, and he lived a normal life. He watched pornography and his mindset was to keep pushing it further, subduing women more and more till he reached the point of killing them. In his final interview he said it was sort of a experience that he couldn't achieve with hardcore pornography."

Bruce heads towards his breakfast, "Men like those exist…the world isn't perfect Alfred. There aren't just bad and good guys. There are worse. "

Alfred turns towards Bruce, and asks, "And what are those, sir?"

Bruce replies as he takes a bite of a sandwich, "There are monsters."

Alfred stays quite for a minute, as he asks, "And what do you believe you are, sir if you don't mind me asking? Do you believe you're a monster as well?"

Bruce kept looking forward, "I don't know Alfred."

Alfred is about to say something, but Bruce intervenes…"I haven't dealt with my parent's death in the normal ways. I haven't moved on, I haven't…forgiven."

The room starts getting darker, as Bruce continues.

"And I realize it Alfred, why you are afraid for me…to be honest sometimes I am too….I don't know what I am becoming or what I can do. But there is nothing else left, I feel like I am just a shell…like my body would give out any second."

Alfred worried asks, "Sir then why do you keep doing this to yourself?"

Bruce replies quickly, "Because when I do things like training, learning….Hunting, it keeps my mind together. The reason I am not crumbling is because I have created a purpose."

Alfred even more worried, says, "But sir…"

Bruce intervenes again, tightening his fists "Alfred…I am too weak to self reflect, to forget, and move on. My body burns if I sit down, I have nightmares when I sleep, my mind starts convoluting and twisting and destroying itself, if left alone. The only time I don't feel any of that, is when I am getting stronger.

Alfred replies, "But Sir, how far will you keep pushing yourself, when will you end this before you get hurt or worse?"

Bruce still keeps clenching his fists, and says, "This is the path that I chose Alfred, I could have moved on maybe, when I was younger when the wound was still fresh. I could have healed, but now that I think about it…I wouldn't want it any other way than this, I like this anger, this hatred, and this focus….I want revenge, and I feel like I can do anything to achieve it."

As he finished, a small hint of smile appears on his face, with his unruly hair and wild eyes. Bruce truly looked like a monster, and he thought at that moment, Alfred would leave him, and would realize there is no hope for him.

However after a moment of silence, all Alfred said was, "Would you kill to achieve it?"

Bruce suddenly calmed down, as he just stood there silent.

With no response from Bruce, Alfred slowly walked towards Bruce as he said, "I am not stupid sir, and I know what you are trying to do. Trying to push me away so you don't have to be afraid of hurting me in your so called madness. However, if you were such a psychopath, then you wouldn't care about me to begin with. I know you have darkness in you, I saw it the first day after their passing. But I have never worried about it…because behind all that darkness, there is a kind boy, a boy who will do good no matter what. Who will always protect others, and will sacrifice everything he has for them. And it can never go away, because that is who you are. "

Bruce looked at him, with confused eyes, "Why do you believe in me so much?"

Alfred just smiled, as he is about to say something….

/Flashback ends /

Bruce walks towards his bag, and takes out a med kit he bought at a hunting store. He needed some supplies and it seemed like the best place to get them. He couldn't go back to Gotham, Xavier and his X-men would come looking for him. He takes his shirt off in front of the mirror across his bed. His body hurts everywhere, because of what happened the past few days. His fight with cyborg in the danger room had his shoulder dislocated, ribs broken and his muscles ripped. Jean may have helped heal most of the wound, they were still sore, and after pushing himself against Pietro they ripped apart again. This is the most pain he has ever been in. He looks at his body riddled with previous scars from battles and training throughout his life. A scar on his right shoulder bears a strong history. When he was just 10, trying to confront his fears, he walked out on the roof, during a thunderstorm.

Climbing to the highest point maybe that will make the fear go away. Replaces your fear with accomplishment seemed like a good idea, if only he didn't slip when he almost reached the top. Tumbling down the roof, he would have most likely die, if it wasn't for a tree branch he fell on. It reduced the speed of his fall, but one of the small branches went through his shoulder when he landed on the ground. A sprained ankle and oozing blood from his shoulder would have made any man scream in pain, much less a boy. Not Bruce however, as much as he wanted to scream, he didn't, as much as he wanted to call for help, he didn't. He stayed with the pain and slowly walked back to the mansion. HE later awoke in a hospital, 4 broken baby teeth, a huge scar on his right shoulder, and even scratched coronas, almost causing him to go blind. Looking back, Bruce still doesn't know why he didn't cry out, or why he even went to top of the mansion. He just felt he had to, like it was his purpose. To fall and experience true physical pain, maybe he wanted actually wanted it. And right next to the scar is a giant bruise, given by the White Haired Kid.

Bruce opened the med kit, taking out an ointment and gently rubbing it across the bruise. It sting at first but soon stopped. He then turned to his left arm, with rough bandage wrapped around it the triceps. The bandage is much stained in blood. He gently removes it, revealing a puncture wound. It happened when during the fight with the kid, as he got stabbed by a piece of his bike. He had removed it the piece and did a quick bandage, but it has too much of a chance for infection. He needs to stitch it up, so he takes out a sewing kit, with a curve needle. He quickly sterilizes the needle, and puts the thread in it. Carefully examining the wound, as before plunging the needle into his arm. With small amounts of blood seeping though, he starts sewing the wound. It must hurt quite a bit with no painkillers, but Bruce didn't notice with his whole body hurting.

He starts to think, "When going against the kid, I didn't expect that much force coming from someone so small and skinny. But I'm not an underestimating type; the immense speed would of course create such force. And he is still just a kid, when he fully grows he would be much faster. ..Was that why I almost killed that kid, getting rid of a future threat?"

Bruce suddenly clenched his fist, looking at the mirror. His physique was the product of 5 years worth of grueling training and exercises. Usually it is considered dangerous, for kids at such young age to do strenuous exercises, as they can hurt their undeveloped body, which then halt their growth. But he never had to worry about that, he was Bruce Wayne, he had the best surgeons and doctors at his disposal, which would literally drop everything to treat him. His family legacy has taken care of him for so long. He doesn't know if he feels lucky or angry.

The best of the best made sure he never had any long lasting injuries, with the best equipment, medicine, and his own willpower he always was able get back up again. And this body was the result of it, with careful and regular analysis he always tracked what exactly his body was capable of. He could run mile in 6 minutes, Bench 265 pounds, squat 400 pounds, deadlift 350 pounds, he easily could do 200 pushups, and around 50 pull-ups on a good day. He could swim mile in just over 16 minutes. His diet, consisting of all 40 percent protein, 40 percent carbs, and 20 percent fat. With the required amount of nutrients and multivitamins for his growing body. He almost never ate anything outside of this range. With lean and grilled meat like turkey or chicken, multitudes of vegetables, some juiced so he could absorb most of the nutrients. Right amount of fats, such as peanuts and avocados, and as for carbs he usually would eat brown rice or corn or potatoes. He also took extra protein shakes to thoroughly be in his macros range. He also took 8 pills a day, all consisting of more vitamins, and also supplements to boost physical endurance. He thought about using steroids at one time, but after thorough research he felt the side effects would slow him down in the long run, as well the becoming too muscular would slow him down as well. He still pushing the envelope of what kinds of supplements would be truly beneficial. Some supplements, such as Folic acid to further his mental capacity and strength. It is more untested, but he researched, and personally worked on some aspects to reduce any side effects.

And the results of this conditioning was right in front of him. Almost 6 foot, and weighing 190 pounds he is a well built and tall person for his age. He looked very muscular shirtless with chiseled biceps, triceps, chest, and abs with almost no fat anywhere on his body. Bruce didn't really care for the muscular, ripped look for the sake of appearance but instead speed, as he didn't want any part of his body slowing him down. So he worked on getting to and staying at a 7 to 8 percent body fat ratio. Going any lower then that is too unhealthy and will hurt him rather than help, and going above would do the same. He felt right with his body type, and with a looser shirt on it was easier to hide his physique.

His fists, elbows knees, shins all are excessively tough and have become much harder from consistent punishment. Since he was 10, he started his day at 6 am with one of the 7 skilled martial artists coming each week to train him in their specific style and techniques. One for each day, Monday he learned Boxing for 8 hours straight, Tuesday jujitsu for 8 hours as well, Wednesday Muaythai, Thursday Wingchun, Friday Taekwondo, Saturday Escrima, and Sunday Krav maga. He felt these were practical and strong martial arts to build his foundations upon before he studies more. He also would practice these forms on his own, to combine their teachings for his own personal style. At 2:00PM he would take a 6 hour break from the physical activity, and focus on studies and research such as Biology, chemistry, mathematics, forensics, criminology computer science and engineering, mechanical engineering, psychology, sociology, security, and also more shady subjects. He of course split these subjects across the week to give them all adequate time to concentrate upon. After his break at 8:00PM he would do 1 hour of weight training and 2 hour cardio right after. And at 11:00 PM he would end the night and go to sleep. On every Sunday, he would take a break from studies and instead research and try to track down Joe Chill. This was his regular schedule for 5 years. And through consistency he became very proficient at all of those martial arts and became an amazing all around fighter. There were times, where he would almost get the best his teachers in sparring matches, but lose nonetheless. However the teachers had already realized he would spar them with only the martial arts they individually taught him, but when they saw him training on his own, he showed how he combined everything he learned to create a style with such speed, power and ferocity that they could not hope to match.

His academic studies gave him much more knowledge then most would even expect from geniuses at his age. His magnetic and fast mind was capable of understand confounding and confusing theories very quickly. His way of learning consisted of learning a subject and then personally implementing them, to thoroughly understand how everything would work, and fit in practical world. He would also play multitude of different mind games, such as abstract thinking, memory, logic games to further his hone his mind to focus and be a unstoppable. His continuous training of his mind, combined with his diet, his physical training, and good 7 hours of rest, caused him to never be sick, or too tired. He never had any ailments such as headaches or even a cold. He treated his body like what he thought it was, a machine, and with thorough tuning and upgrading, it became fast, precise, and powerful.

Bruce slowly pulled out the needle, as he finished. He quickly put a bandage on it, and wrapped it up then took some antibiotics pills. After he finished he slowly got up, and in the mirror. The mirror soon started to drip blood, and started to flow more and more. Bruce stayed calm, as he thought, "Hallucinations too, how messed up am I?" Realization soon dawned on him, "What if I am changing….what if I am becoming a killer? "

Bruce had never thought of this before, when he always seeked power. He never just looked at himself and reflected. He always wanted to reach a new peak, never stopping for even a minute to see how strong he already got, how he has become almost like a weapon, like Logan. Cold, calculating, and relentless. No wonder everyone was afraid of him, they couldn't tell what it was but they felt it, something about him. It was like seeing a wolf in sheep's clothing, no matter how well disguised, a sense of danger was always looming around him. No one realize, not even Bruce that it was really just him. Some were attracted to it, some curious, and some just unlucky to care about him. He realized that it was him all along, hic actions or inactions that cause Jean to get hurt, Alfred to get hurt, the kid with white hair to almost get killed, his parents too…their deaths were on his hands.

"I am a Monster."

Suddenly he heard something, a crack, and it didn't sound like the thunderstorm outside. It sounded like glass shattering. And it came from the downstairs. He quickly ran out of the door, outside the rain was intense and lightening was striking every 2 to 3 seconds. Also it was impossible to hear anything other than the constant rain hitting the ground and the thunder. He ran towards the stair, and descended. He ran towards the office, right under his rented room. The door was partially open, he quickly stopped, and crouched. Slowly he started walking towards the door. All he saw from the crack was darkness. He thought, "The lights are off, there could be a surprise attacker in the corner. Should I go around the back and come through the window….No, I don't have time that girl and her mother are still in there. But wait why haven't I heard from them, no screams?" Bruce's eyes widened up his realization, he quickly ran to the door, and opened it. It was still too dark; he looked for the light switch around the room, after a quick search he found it. He flipped it open…Bruce just stood there, just staring forward at the sight.

There was blood everywhere, the mother's body was on the floor, ripped apart in multiple different ways and then rearranged. An arm attached where the leg should be, head where another arm should be. It was grotesque and monstrous. The floor underneath her was full of wet blood held in with a much heightened tape to stop the blood from pouring out. As for the girl, she was naked with multiple slashes across the body, with the skin peeled off as well. Her stomach and her heart and lungs were ripped out, leaving only holes. There were so many injuries on both of them for a normal person to even register.

While Bruce just kept staring, as he suddenly started hearing sirens form a distance. Bruce still did not move, the sirens started getting closer. Clenching his fist, he quickly ran to the window, and saw it half open. He jumped the through the window, as the door behind him is snapped open, with multiple footsteps going in. Bruce ran towards the forest behind the motel, as he heard from one of the people in the room, most likely an officer, "Jesus Christ….Commissioner Anderson….ANDERSON….. it's…its the RIPPER."

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Hope you guys liked it, the next chapter will come in 4 weeks, because the next chapter i post will be in Dark knight evolution :) in two weeks