Fausto walked slowly without worries despite the fact he will encounter with his nemesis as soon as he reach the harbor... he was a little scared about all the things that could happen . a normal fight isn't much for him but a guy with guns ... even a stupid revolver would be a big problem. he cant dodge bullets perhaps he will , but not that night .
The fact the gang do a lot of dirty things , make him more confident with his revenge . it give to him a little more courage. and his voice, soft and cold said constantly in his head : ¨do it do it !! is all you wanted all this time !! ¨

When Fausto reach the harbor , almost at midnight or more ... he could saw between 5 and 7 mans outside the huge warehouse. , they were patrolling the area without care so much. the half of them seems sleepy ... Fausto notice a strange feeling in him ... he was thinking carefully all the steps to kill all the mans ... despite the fact he was a normal boy ... with abilities but normal ... not a CIA agent or something like that, he was making a plan accurately . he was possessed be a demon , a demon that give him courage and accurately with the plan.

Wraith had been trailing Fausto ever since he had left the downtown cafe and headed off towards the harbor. He still couldn't believe that he had put himself in this kind of position. "Big hero protecting the innocent boy." The man muttered to himself and lept to the next building, hiding in the shadows near the top as he continued to monitor the boys movements with his sonar sense, "This has got to be one of the stupidest things I've ever done. No... check that... stupidest was actually telling him where the gang was in the first place."

Thankfully Fausto had taken his time travelling, allowing darkness to fall over the city. Traveling during the day time was never good for Wraith that's why he had a decent reputation as a regular person. Luke Jacobs could get around during the day but Wraith was all about the darkenss, shadows, and night.

Finally Fausto stopped, apparently taking a look at the layout of the compound he was about to attack. "Just walk away." Wraith thought to himself rather grimly as he concentrated as pushing out the edge of his sonar sense to take in a more broad view of the warehouse and surrounding area, "You'll a better man for walking away than you'll ever be for staying."

If you count was correct there were 7 guards outside patrolling the ground... oh... nope there were 8. One guard was just inside the shadowed doorway, leaning up against the wall and it seemed like he was completely asleep. Wraith tried to get some idea of how many people were inside but because of the concrete and metal building materials that had been used to make this warehouse there was no way for him to know for sure. "Just great." Wraith murmured to himself as he turned his attention back to the young man, "I'm about to follow this young fool into a hornet's nest and I don't have any idea how many hornets I'm about to face!"

(here is the harbor !! sp2.fotologs.net/photo/50/2/47/fausto_martense/1222777227684_f.jpg )

Fausto walk away for the building to enter in a far place to don't call the attention of the guards, he go all the way to the next group of warehouse that seems more quiet than the others ...the warehouses were surrounded with a electric chain link fence , still in the darkness of midnight he could saw a poster that say the typical advertisement about electric shock ... in this warehouse he start to spitting in the the chain link fence to melt it and enter ... the material melt quickly letting a hollow to go inside ,he pass through with insane caution and accuracy . Fausto was in , he have to walk all the way to the other warehouse and enter cautiously.

Fausto reach the quiet warehouse and crawling in the corner he can saw a group of man , perhaps 5 in these side of the warehouse ...one of them seems to heard Fausto cuz he was approaching faster to the place Fausto was hiding . he wait for him there and when the man pass through his sight , Fausto quickly and accurately jump into the man throat with a ferocious bite , his teeths were impregnate with his corrosive saliva ... the mans flesh , muscle, windpipe and jugular was tear up easily , the man fall to the ground without notice what happen and without a second to scream ...the throat vanish and in his place was a hollow of flesh melted likes a candle.
Fausto clean a little of his saliva that was in his lips with the sleeve of his raincoat , he kneel down at the side of the man , he took a handgun and a clip .

¨one less ¨

that was the only word Fausto say , without remorse he let the cadaver in the floor and continue to the building in front of him .

Wraith continued his silent patrol, moving along the tops of the warehouses behind Faust. Pausing he watched as the younger man appeared to be... spitting? "How in the world is spitting going to help?" He silently wondered to himself but then it became clear. Without a sound the metal of the fencing seemed to melt away leaving a small hole for Fausto to slip through.

"Perfect.... just perfect." Wraith muttered to himself as he quickly descended to ground level and made his way over to the fence. Already Fausto has made his way into the compound and while most people would have lost sight of him, Wraith could still sense the young man due to his sonar ability.

"Well... hole's to small for a grown man. Time to make my own way." He murmured softly as he grabbed his staff from its place on his back and with a quick flick of his wrist extended it fully. Pausing for a moment the man cleared his mind and focused on the task at hand then ran towards the fence. Three feet from the fence Wraith planted the tip of his staff like a polevaulter and launched himself up and over, landing lightly in a crouched position with the staff still gripped in his left hand. A ghost of a smile appeared on his face hidden by the shadows of his hood and then once again he was moving. Slipping into the shadows and staying approximately fifteen feet behind the young man he suddenly realized that there was a body lying on the ground just slightly behind the young man.

"And that quickly a boy becomes a killer." Wraith thought to himself as he remained crouched in the shadows, only moving forward when the boy was moving. "But how long can he keep this up?"

Fausto slipped to the other building letting the body in the floor , he take the gun with him and hold it in his hand like a lucky amulet... the door wasn't under vigilance but it was locked ...

¨if all the problems could solve with my saliva ... the world would be a more peaceful place¨

Fausto spit agains the lock ... the metals pieces melt like everything that touch the substance...and with a graceful move the back door open hitting the wall behind it.
The warehouse (number 1 in the map) was full of box , he don't have the patient to look in every crate to found something useful so he limited himself to look around for a windows or a air conduct... he finally found a air conduct that seemed to communicate with the next warehouse .
Fausto move a couple of tiny box to make a improved ladder to climb up to the air conduct .it was cover with a heavy metal board hard to break... but not heavy for a corrosive saliva spitter . the board just melt letting a hole to enter. the hole was tight but Fausto's body was very thin and he could enter easily there.

in the next warehouse he found that the door was locked with a high tech lock with a numeric keyboard on it ...
i am sure here is something big .
Fausto break a few crates and he found something really big , he cant dissimulate the big smile in his face he was almost laughing ... the crate was full of hand grenades ...
i like those guys , they know what to buy to heat up a party
Fausto took all the grenades he could hold in his pockets and return to the first warehouse he enter . he go out , the door was open the way he left it before ...
he look at his hand , he was holding a hand grenade with one and with the other he was taking off the pin

¨is showtime little friends, lets make the party start ¨ Fausto smiled with a malicious smile and joy mixed with insanity shining in his eyes. he just throw away the grenade with all his strength in the direction of the gang warehouse.

Fausto's corrosive saliva was deffinately something interesting but at the same time Wraith knew that corrosive saliva wouldn't take care of everything. "And now he's inside... just great." The man muttered to himself as he continued to slip closer and closer to the building.

"Yo, Jeffy!" A male voice sudenly rang out as one of the guards wandered near the open door, "Did you leave this door open?"

Silence reigned for several moments due to the fact that 'Jeffy' lay on the ground several feet away with his throat ripped away.

"Stupid kid." Wraith thought to himself as he collapsed his staff and placed it back in its holder, "He deffinately need some training." It was the work of just a few moments to grab a rather heavy duty looking drain pipe and climb up to the roof of the warehouse.

"Jeffy?!" The voice was obviously getting a little nervous but the man was also coming closer to at least one of the intruders.

"Time to quiet that one." The thoughts continued to flow freely though his mind as Wraith moved to the edge of the warehouse and looked down. It was a long drop but with another person to pad your fall, it was possible.

"Uuugh!" The guard grunted in pain before unconsciousness claimed him as the shadowy figure's feet landed squarely on his shoulders.

"Shane? You all right?"

Wraith charge forward, withdrawing his baton reflexively as he approached the next guard. Suddenly appearing out of the darkness he knew that he had to be a shock to the guard but before the other man could reaction Wraith spun, tripping the man and sending him crashing to the ground immediately followed by a powerful baton strike to the head which sent the man into oblivion.

Hearing sounds he once again slipped into the shadows just as Fausto walked back outside holding a grenade in his hand. "Looks like the kid found some firepower... this might get interesting." The man thought to himself as he watched Fausto throw the grenade towards one of the other warehouses. "Very interesting."

The hand grenade explode with tremendous noise like a dragon howl , or some other fantastic animal big enough to break down a entire wall, the closer wall of the warehouse break down ... fragments of wall , metal , concrete split in all directions ... a curtain of dust cover the air a couple of seconds , he could hear screams in all the place , they were trying to find what happen here . a group of men go out the warehouse in ruins . the half of them was fatally injured with wounded in the legs and arms making difficult for them to escape .
Fausto didn't wait until the dust clear in the area to see his objective clearly, he throw another grenade in the cloud of dust ... all the murderers there blow in thousand pieces with another big explosion and tremendous noise .
these two huge explosions ended breaking a big hole in the closer wall of the warehouse ... the path was open ... and the remaining man may be inside taking weapons to fight or making the preparations for a escape .
Fausto walked slowly toward the gang warehouse with the gun in one hand , a grenade in the other and a big big smile in his face ...

A big hole invite him to enter in the building , the lights were out since the first explosion ... so he enter carefully trying to be hidden in the darkness.it was a huge warehouse , with lots of crates and three or four trucks with containers...

i waited a long time for this , i am really enjoining this .

"Well he's in." Wraith thought to himself as he swiftly moved after the younger man, "So far I'm impressed... he may actually survive this whole thing."

Many people know about tunnel vision and how you can become so focused on one task that you mis what's going on around you... though Wraith senses allowed him to "see" 360 degrees around him when he became focused on certain tasks he could get the same tunnel vision that those would sight would get. As he approached the entrance through the warehouse wall that Fausto had blown open, Wraith suddenly realized there was someone behind him. Even as he began to turn he knew that he would be to late and he was right. Les than a quarter of the way through his turn a powerful blow landed on the back of his head sending him crashing to the ground. Stars and specks of light filled his mind as he lay on the ground, completely still. Thanks to the kevlar lining in his hood the blow had been cushioned some so Wraith wasn't unconscious but he figured playing possum would be the best choice right now.

"Freak!" A male voice spit out as the person towered over Wraith's fallen body, "You and your buddy aren't going to survive this! We're the Bloody Eye's and we make a living killing your kind!"

Wraith's sonar sense was beginning to clear as he watched as the man lifted his arm, pointing some type of pistol towards his unprotected body. He heard the click as the man pulled back the hammer and moved a round into the chamber. "Time to move!" He thought to himself, suddenly pushing off the ground with powerful arms. Kicking out with his legs the moment his upper body was off the ground Wraith forced his body into a twist and then a shoulder roll back to his feet even as his enemies gun fired sending the bullet into the ground where he had just been laying.

"You talk to much." Wraith growled as he snatched out his staff, extended it, and knocked the weapon out of his opponent's hand, "If you had just shot you might have actually gotten me!"

The man turned, lifting his hands to defend himself but it was a futile gesture. Swinging the staff again Wraith swept the mans feet out from under him and then closed in swinging his leg in powerful roundhouse kick that landed directly on the side of the man's head. Leaving the unconscious man behind Wraith turned and entered the warehouse, clinging to the shadows as he tried to locate Fausto in the mass of destruction the young man had caused.

Fausto walked toward the center of the warehouse , something in him say : go , he is there .

¨what are you doing stupid kid ? do you know who i am ? i am the boss of Bloody Eye ¨

he hear a man voice in the darkness when the man reach a spot illuminated with the moonlight Fausto could see a big man with too many scarf in his arms and face... two guns ,. three knifes and a ferocious smiled showing his teeth .
Fausto was scared but at the same time excited , he didn't want to run but the situation was too dangerous . after a few seconds of silence he took all the courage he had and speak to him.

¨If you are the boss... you are the reason because i am here . i come to kill you ,big pile of trash ...you will be my midnight meal¨

Fausto put the grenade in his pocket , he only keep the gun and his mouth ready to attack . the boss run toward him with one knife in each hand, he do a slash with the left knife ... Fausto dodge it almost in the edge but the boss quickly stab Fausto with the other knife ... he didn't have time to react , and the knife piercing the skin making Fausto to spit blood and obviously saliva too...the corrosive substance fall into the boss arm, burning the skin Fausto approach that moment to grab the boss arms , the one with the knife stabbed in Fausto^chest.

¨you will pay for all the things you do¨

Fausto smile despite the fact he was bleeding a lot for the wounded in the chest, his smile show happiness.

Fausto go forward to bite the boss gang , he stabbed deeper the knife but Fausto reach the neck of the man ... again , the jugular tear up ... the blood fall in a cascade of the hole in the throat ... Fausto bite again , and tear up another piece of flesh , the gang man was dead already but Fausto continue bleeding and biting the mans flesh ... he eat all the neck , the head roll away of the body when he finish with the job...
Fausto quickly fall to the ground , strenght leave him and conscious too.

Wraith slipped through the shadows, stretched out his sonar sense to encompase the entirely of the warehouse as he did his best to locate Fausto again. He knew that his fight right outside had delayed him several minutes but hopefully the young man hadn't gotten to far ahead.

Listening carefully he could hear groans coming from the injured or dieing that were trapped by rubble and debris from the grenades but he couldn't hear Fausto speaking or moving.

"Where are you?!" Wraith thought to himself as he slipped around another corner. Pausing suddenly Wraith focused on the two still forms that were on the floor... one was quite obviously Fausto and the other was obviously his last victim. The neck was chewed away and the head rolled freely several feet away.

"Fausto?" Wraith's voice was cold and quiet but still sounded somewhat concerned. Moving forward he knelt by the boy, his hand reaching out to touch the liquid that was beginning to coagulate on the boys chest. "Blood... you fool!" The man muttered angrily before reaching into the knapsack he still had on his back. Slipping out the undershirt he normall wore Wraith tore it into several strips that would serve as bandages. Thankfully the knife hadn't been long enough to go all the way through the boy but the damage was still severe. Wadding up several large pieces of the shirt Wraith pressed them firmly against the wound before tying into place with one longer piece of torn shirt.

"Wake up boy!" Wraith spoke a little louder, trying to snap the young man out of his unconsciousness. He knew that taking the young man to the hospital was a risky choice but if he couldn't get Fausto awake there would be no other option.

Fausto dont notice Luke trying to help him , the sensation of his body was gone ... he was wandering in his mind ...

¨is just how someone say ... revenge is soo sweet ... but someone say that revenge poisoned your soul and killed it ... i will died but with happy smile in my face . i make justice, at my way ... but justice in the end . mom and dad could be proud of me ... well perhaps mom didn't be proud she would be very angry but worried about me ...i hope my friends in the mansion don't miss me so much , perhaps they didn't notice my dead . come on man , they have to notice the great Fausto Martense isn't there , i am amazing ... i hope i can keep the grenades in the other life ... these tiny things are awesome like a howling dragon ... i am tired ... better sleep a little more . wake me up when i reach heaven ...¨

The boy wasn't waking up... HE WASN'T WAKING UP! Obviously Wraith's choices were narrowing down smaller and smaller and it was time to take action.

"Ok... wounds are covered to slow blood loss." He murmured to himself as he mind raced over what had to be done, "I'm not a doctor so I need to get him to a hospital or ambulance. Sorry if this hurts Fausto."

Kneeling down Wraith slipped his arms under the young man and lifted up, standing back to his feet. The man knew that he was strong but without some sort of enhanced or super strength he was going to tire very quickly trying to get Fausto to medical help. Walking outside he looked around, feeling desperation rising up in his heart. "Transportation... come on... one of these idiots had to have a vehicle!" Breaking into a jog Wraith moved around the building, already beginning to feel the strain in his arms from carrying the extra weight.

"Note to self... work out more." He thought wryly, "This might happen more often in the future."

"There he... he... goes!" A man's voice yelled out between coughs. Apparently that one had breathed in concrete dust and smoke from the explosions a few minutes earlier. "Get him!"

A few scattered shots rang out but the shadowy figured continued moving swiftly through the darkness, disappearing and then reappearing in the moonlight.

"These guys need target practice but not with me and the boy." Wraith thought before his gaze finally fell on a little Mazda Miata that was parked away from the destruction of the building. "A Miata?!" He thought in amazement as he sped up his pace towards the vehicle, "Any port in a storm though." Wraith muttered as he approached the vehicle. Lashing out with one powerful leg he broke the driver window and then, while holding Fauston in his left arm, reached in, unlocked, and opened the door with his right.

"He's taking my car!" A voice rang out in panic as more gunshots broke the silence of the night, "No! Don't hurt the car!"

Setting Fausto down in the passenger seat Wraith swiftly slid behind the wheel reaching under the dash to feel the wires. Hot wiring a car was extremely difficult without your vision to see the color of the wires but after a few incorrect touches he had the engine purring. Thanks to his sonar sense it was possible for Wraith to drive although he had never done much of it.

"Sorry if it gets a little bumpy." Wraith muttered to his unconscious as he put the vehicle and drive and mashed down on the accelerator. With a squeel of complaint the little vehicle sprang forward, racing towards the fence and closed gate. "Grenade... didn't he have another grenade? The driver continued to talk to himself as he reached over with one hand and begin to fish through Fausto's pockets. Finding one of the pineapple shapped bombs he slammed on the brakes, bringing the vehicle to a stop before tossing the now armed explosive towards the gates. Once again an explosion tore through the night air opening a pathway that had been previously closed.

***

The drive to the hospital was as quick as Wraith could safely pull off... thankfully traffic was a little lighter this late at night so only about ten minutes after leaving the docks he was pulling up to the emergency room entrance. Lifting Fausto into his arms Wraith ran inside, laying the boy uncerimoniously on the desk in front of a startled night shift nurse. "The boy has a stab wound in the chest... the Bloody Eye gang got to him before I could help. Take care of him." Without another word Wraith turned and rushed out of the hospital. He knew if he stuck around the police would ask pesky questions and so it was best to just get out of there as quickly as he could. Once again the night swallowed up the mysterious hero leaving no evidence that he had even existed.

Fausto wake up in a warn bed ...likes the ones in the mansion .he cant be in the mansion , the last thing he remembered was the taste of the flesh of his enemy , the taste of the revenge .he look in all directions trying to recognize the place ... it was a medium room with a windows , a little desk , obviously a bed and nothing more- he had a big bandage covering the chest ... the wound hurt when his chest expand in the inspiration ... he seems to be in a hospital .nobody know that he was there , and nobody would go to save him .
the bleeding was stopped with the bandage and local anesthesia made the pain more comfortable despite the way it hurt a lot...

Fausto look for the rest of his clothes ... the raincoat was there , on the desk ... but the t shirt disappeared , perhaps because the t shirt was covered in blood. he take the raincoat and wear it without t shirt ... the bandage was soo big that covered all his chest ...

the hall was cleared , one or two nurses go in and out of the rooms to take care of the patients . one of them saw Fausto slipped out of the room , the nurse start to call Fausto but he continue walking quickly without paying attention to her. when he reach the first corner he turn and start to run a little with the wound hurting a lot with every step .his sight was started to become cloudy .

Fausto use the elevator to the correct floor ...the reception room was filled with lots of people ... he pass through the door at the same time the people gather there look at him with curiosity and worried in the face.he go down the stairs as quickly as he could , he wait a little there and he stop a cab.

¨Hey kid , long time no see you ... do you remember me ? i take you and the big guy to the mansion three month ago ...hey kid are you all right , you are bleeding ...¨ the cab driver start to talk to Fausto joyful but at the end he couldn't dissimulate his worried voice.

¨take me to the mansion , quickly please ... i had a little problem last night ...¨

The afternoon after his exciting night out Luke Jacobs made his way to the hospital where Wraith had dropped off Fausto. Luke would have gone earlier but he had been forced to admit almost total exhaustion after the combat and rescue so after several hours of much needed rest he was finally coming to visit the young man.

"Good afternoon ma'am." The blind man spoke politely as he made his way up to the reception desk, "I was wondering if you could tell me what room Fausto is in... a young man that came in last night with a stab wound as I understand it. I'm a friend of his and was just woundering how he's doing."

"Just one moment." The young girl replied as she began to type on her computer, "I'm sure he'll be glad to have visitors."

Standing quiet for several moments Luke allowed his senses the envelop the room he was standing in... here and there people sat as they waited for appointments with doctors or waited to be admitted but overall it was a quiet time of day.

"Sir?" The young woman's voice suddenly broke through, "I'm afraid that he's gone... left without even checking out. We have no idea where the young man went. What did you say his name was again?"

For a moment Luke stood dumbfounded but then he spoke up, "Fausto... I'm afraid I can't remember his last name. You're sure he's gone?"

"Yes sir. I just spoke with the duty nurse. He slipped out of his room and ran to the elevator. By the time security got to the door he was already in a cab driving away."

"Thank you ma'am... I guess I just wasn't supposed to see him again."

Without another word Luke walked out into the bright sunshine of the New York day. Fausto had gotten his revenge and perhapse it was for the best. A boy as troubled as that would probably never be able to take advice from someone like Luke. "Take care Fausto." The blind man murmured before turning and merging with the swarms of people that covered the New York sidewalks.