A fresh start (open)

*** Man it feels good to be back! ***
The sun slowly rose over the horizon. Rays from the sun pierced through the clouds and lightened up the streets of New York. As the rays beamed through the windows, glares shined on gores face. He laid there helpless, as his eyes opened not knowing where he was. He couldn’t tell if his life was over or if this was just a bad dream. He placed his hand on his head as he pushed his self up against the wall with his other. His head was pounding as if he was hit by Abyss or a city bus going 80 down the highway. As he brought his hand from his for head he was surprised to see the bright red blood that covered his hand. He couldn’t tell how it happened. Blood never left his body like this it was impossible because of his ability but this time it was different. Gore picked himself up off the ground and started making his way down the alley.

As he walked people looked at him funny. But it was nothing new to see someone walking down the street full of blood in this part of the city. Down here it was common to see people jumped and robbed sometimes even found dead. This time people just assumed he got away somehow. Well he walked he began to run the events from the night prior through his mind. He remembered getting bored and leaving the crack house he was running and finding a little enjoyment to pass the time. He destroyed a few bars, killed a few bums he was sure nobody would care about then it all went blank after he remembered walking into the liquor store. But anything past that he just kept drawing a blur, until he stopped in front of the pawn shop. His eyes fixated on the morning news showing the liquor store from the night before. The door had been ripped from its hinges and place was ran sacked. This was all clear signs that he been there but what was he couldn’t understand was how the video tape from the security camera went from him trashing the place to him being easily taken out by a serious of swings from a baseball bat. It was like he was normal…
Gore turned pulling his hoody over his head making his way down the street. Cars passed by, even a few police cruisers which was unusual for this area in town. As he got closer to his place he could hear the sounds of sirens coming from around the corner. He stopped up in alley ducking as two police drove by to join the raid that was now happening at his wonderful neighborhood crack house. Gore was heated; he worked so hard to take control of this area and now because of the events that happened last night it was all over, at least for now. He quickly turned and made his way out of the danger zone. As he walked he ran every possible situation he could think of till he found himself standing in front of the Sanctuary. A few months had passed by since he last left this place, he never told anybody where he was going or that he was even gonna leave. Hell he never even told anybody that he was leaving in the first place. He gave a push and opened the door. As it squeaked open he placed his head inside looking around he saw nobody. As he checked things out he still seen no signs of any life at the moment and decided he would just stay long enough to get cleaned up and a quick bite to eat and figure out what he would do from there.