M.H.A Embassy, Manhattan.

Johnston stood there with file in hand, glaring at Clint through a mirror, whom was sitting at a metal table in an empty room. Johnston was quickly joined by Agent Clay, whom sat down and sighed. "I don't think this is a good idea Johnston. The kid has been locked up for two years, you don't think this is a bad idea? I mean he torched an entire island for Christ sake." Clay pointed at the young adult cuffed in that room, Johnston keeping his silent composure.

"Zoller said it was an accident, and I buy it. He was eighteen, what teen wants to go solar in Hawaii? Besides, there were no casualties..We can't keep him locked up for an accident, mutant sympathizers would lose their minds..And I still think this kid can do some good out there, so I'll be putting my neck out for him. Understand?"

Minutes later, Johnston entered the room, Clint smirking while snapping his fingers to create small bursts of flame. "Sup Johnston, so is that the same suit you wear every day or do you just have like a billion of the same suit?" The fire starter chuckled, quickly ceasing as Johnston put the file down on the desk.

"You're being released Zoller, no M.H.A strings attatched.." Johnston cut to the chase with a smile,Clint just gave him a concerned brow. "Wha? Serious? I mean there has to be a catch right?" He raised up his cuffed hands in question.

"Only one. You are to attend a job, like a good citizen and stay out of trouble. As long as you keep that up, you and I don't need to go face to face ever again..Got it?"

Clint grinned while leaning in close. "Job? Like something cool or?" He was cut off as Johnston handed Clint a printed resume, one for a front desk job at Kamelot. "...Oh..." He grumbled, remembering hearing Lena on the news talk about the last desk jockey losing her damn mind or something like that.

And just like that, Clint Zoller, Spark, was waltzing out of the embassy a free man. In his arms was nothing, for he was now basically poor. He couldn't even fly out of here in style without torching the clothes on his back.

But things seemed to be shaping up now. Free, a desk job at the most attacked place in Manhattan...What could possibly go wrong?

Kamelot...

Jack was calmly working in his lab after hours, of course with his day's work finished at it's usual impressive speed. Now instead of chemistry, it was mad science.

He had one of his pumpkins popped open, his glasses assisted him in carefully exchanging vials located inside. "Oooh! Knock out gas, what fun is that!? When did WE turn into PEST CONTROL JACKIE!?" Jacks reflection shouted at himself, of course his reflection actually was the Goblin, in his own eyes at least. "Could you PLEASE remain silent? I am trying to work here. Having these would be useful in delicate situations, something you'll need to be sometimes Goblin.." Jack mumbled while reaching for a ring of vials, sliding it onto the silver cylinder inside the pumpkin.

Jack was worried, when he was the Goblin, there was no telling what reckless deeds could be committed. "Worried eh? Just be GLAD I'm not like that clown! That I want to be what YOU CAN'T! Heheh..I love ya Jackie I really do..But you have no backbone! That's why you need me..That feeling after you transform back, that high? Feels good knowing in some way you have done good, so come on Jack, the night is young! Let me out, and I will set things right.."

Jack clutched his head, only to simply nod and comply with his ego's wants.

"There it is again!" One of the outside security guards shouted while pointing up to the skies. What he pointed at was the Goblin, speeding off into the brisk night sky with a manic laugh.

Kamelot...

Jack Hyde waltzed into the lobby with his typical small smirk on his face, though his true emotion was that of melancholy. A talented biochemist, working under the shadow of the corporate titan, Quintus Knightfall. Indeed Knightfall was through and through, an accomplished man. It was simply envy, sickening envy that festered in the back of Hyde's mind.

"Morning Cecily.." He said to the strange secretary, but as usual, she was busy reading something, he really couldn't make out what it was. After showing his I.D card to at least four different guards, he was allowed access to his division's lab. "Heeeey! Jekyll! You going to come check out that new glider a few of the engineers have been working on?" A work colleague referred to him by that dreadful name, simply rolling his eyes and giving a smile and nod just so he would go away.

Now though, he was finally in the solitary peace that was his small lab, and he could finally get to work.

A few hours later, Hyde rubbed his tired eyes and grabbed his personal recorder. "November seventh, eleven P.M...Progress in the ultra serum is..Slowly coming along. *Sigh* A search for a chemical compound to push it to the final step has come up with nothing but dead ends. I intend on changing this tonight though.." Jack removed his reading glasses while picking up the prototype U-serum, getting up from his chair and walked on over to his serum fridge.

Popping it open, the chemist pulled out a green vial, looking at it as if it was an atom bomb. "Tonight, I intend on combining "Compound H.A" the toxin I retrieved from a blood sample..With the U-serum, and using myself as a test subject. If..well if something happens and someone finds this tape, please understand I did it for the science.."

Hyde spent the next half hour combining the two vials together, a procedure that had to be done with complete caution. But then, viola. He took the now purple vial and loaded it into an injection gun. Taking a seat once more and with a rolled up sleeve, he shakily held the gun to his arm.

*SSST!* The liquid was launched from the vial and into Jack's arm, instantly dropping the gun onto the floor and grabbed his head, sudden nausea. "...Heh! November eighth..Hahaha...Two A.Mmmmmmm...Heheheee..Serum is uhhh..huhuh..IS!" Jack started to laugh, quickly getting up from the chair and clutching on his sides, for they started to ache. "HAHAHAHAAAAAHAHAHA!" Then the laughter came, slowly getting a bit more demonic by the second.

His skin started to turn a sickly green, his ears growing from some sort of mutation. His hair turned purple along with longer nails. Suddenly, whomever this was now, looked up at the sink mirror, violently grabbing at his face and giggled. "Hey there handsome..Hehehehe..."

Later that day...

Hyde woke up in his apartment, face first against the carpet.

"What in the-?"

He pondered while suddenly shocked to see he was dressed in some strange garbs...And the experimental glider was laid up against the wall.

"Oh god...Oh no no no!"

Hyde quickly got up and called into Kamelot, reaching Mark, the technician that was talking about the glider last night.

"Yeah it's gone man! Someone must have broken in and stole it unnoticed cause..Well have you seen the news this morning?"

Jack hung up the phone right there and turned on the T.V flicking it over to a news program. "-othic city live where a meth lab was busted last night. And guess what folks, not by the GCPD. Witnesses describe a "goblin looking creature" flying about on a strange hover craft, police gave out this sketch made from descriptions of the suspect.." And as soon as the sketch popped up on T.V, Jack's jaw dropped while the remote dropped all the same.

Derek Keats, muscle mass manipulation.

Manhattan, Derek's ring.

Derek dabbed his face off with a towel while patting the backs of his usual trainees, thinking they are coming along nicely. The hours of operation might be over, but Derek remained, walking along a wall to take a gander at some nostalgia, all of his victories in the ring. He was a UFC fighter, ever since he was young, seeming to have a natural talent for fighting and was tougher then any person that ever challenged him, he knew he was different.

This if course led to a major UFC fiasco, blaming Derek for steroid use, he accepted the accusation, not wanting people to know that he was able to control how dense his muscles could be.

*BOOMF!*

Derek looked over to where he heard the strange noise from, only to see a large figure in the shadows near the cage, red glowing eyes. Derek merely took a step back over near his managing desk, a fighter's look in his eye. "Hey look man..Cage is closed..You're..Going to have to come back tomorrow alright?" He took a grip onto the desk, his fingers digging into the oak.

"You know...I was a cage fighter once..." The figure spoke in a low voice, inhumanly low. He walked through the shadows, keeping the same distance from Derek but walked on over to a photo of Derek and his old trainer. "People say it is a blood sport, a petty game meant to entertain adrenaline junkies..And you know what? They're right.." The figures hand reached out from the shadows, a pale hand with long nails traced along the frame of the old photo. "Especially when the fighters are...Special...Right Derek? You would know all about that.." The figure turned to look at Derek again, stomping on over to him, and with much hesitation, Derek picked up the desk with ease and smashed it over the figure's face, turning on the lights by accident in the process.

Light would reveal a seven foot humanoid with pale skin, Leech. Leech looked back to Derek and wiped the small trail of blood from his fanged mouth, only chuckling and grinning. "What the hell are you!?" Derek became even more dense and went for a jab to Leech's stomach, which the warrior just snatched Derek's fist mid-air and crushed it. "I..Am evolution..You? Are dinner.." Accompanied by Derek's screams, Leech picked him up over his head and dug his nails into his back, starting to rip him in half.

No matter how dense Derek became now, the wound was already made, and resulted in him getting ripped violently in half. What happened next was Leech absorbing the two masses of gore into his flesh like a sponge, bringing his arms close and grunting from the inner pain it caused. But finally, Leech looked over to his arm with a grin, a simple thought made his flesh clearly denser, more resilient.

"Now this will come in handy..." Was all Leech said as he left the gym, blood spatters everywhere from what was left of Derek Keats, the first victim.

The grimm city sinner.

"You believe in Resurrection? Reincarnation? If you don't, well then I have news for you.."

The man opens his eyes, sweaty, cold and naked. His head was a jackhammer and his heart was covered in barbed wire, lungs were ablaze, these were the first few breaths of life. "It was quick to guess I am in a hospital, last time I check nobody else tends to keep a few dozen bodies lying around on slabs..". The man sat up and looked around at the blanketed corpses, the bland green tiles and dingy florescent lights brought the pale of the dead flesh to full bloom. "So either im in hell, or I had a hell of a night yesterday..". The man got up after eyeing the room to make sure nobody saw his exposed naked body, walking towards the sink and mirror, filling his palms with icy water and splashing it on his apparent stubbly face. Upon looking up, the man was almost surprised to see a face there, almost like he didn't expect it. After a few moments, he took his hand and rubbed it against his cheek. "Oh great...I have no idea who I am...I don't know my name even...". His discovery was interrupted when he heard the rusty hinges of the morgue door swing open.

The corpse examiner walked in with a loud yawn, coffee in one hand, clipboard in the other. As soon as he passed a darkened doorway, he found an arm grappling onto him and a bone saw pressed tightly against his neck. The nameless man clenched the handle of the bone saw hard as he held it to the employees neck. "...Evening..." He said with a chill crisp calm in his voice, noticing that's the first time he has heard it himself. The man dropped his coffee and clipboard on the floor, breathing was all over the place. "Listen I don't want any trouble, j-just take my wallet and please leave..". The frantic man pulled his wallet out of his pocket and the nameless man quickly swiped it, remembering he doesn't have any pockets. "Keys, to your work locker, now..." He said harshly while letting the saw ever so slightly draw blood from the mans neck. The man started to sob a bit while next holding up his ring of keys, nameless took them as well. "Much obliged, goodnight.." Nameless muttered before slamming the hilt of the saw on the back of his hostage's head, knocking him out cold.

It took him a few minutes to find the locker room, from the lack of people, he had assumed it was pretty late in the evening, graveyard shift. Matching the number on the key to the locker, he quickly swung it open, a smirk running across his face. "Leather jacket, grey shirt, black jeans...And red chucks? Today is my lucky day..". Nameless quickly got dressed and opened the mans wallet, seeing car keys and 700$ in cash. The the hammer being pulled back on a pistol could be heard through the locker room, nameless simply looking up with his eyes. What he saw was two overweight security guards, pistols fixed on him. "Try anything funny and we will kneecap you, little shit.." One of the barked, nameless grinned while raising his hands, wallet slipping between his fingers to slap against the tile floor. One of them walked over to nameless and started by forcing him on his knees and slapped some cuffs on his wrists behind his back. "Might as well squeeze a little Intel out of the two moronic f*cks that think they are cops..". Nameless cleared his throat, looking dead at the one in front of him still with his pistol fixed for nameless's dome. "So, what jail you think they will take a little shit like me?" He asked sarcastically. The guard chuckled "Ehh probably Grimm cities lower class big house, where all the little shits go, just like you.." The guard gestures his gun at nameless. "Grimm city eh? Well that is a start, alright, bored now..".

As soon as the cuffs clicked onto his wrists, nameless used the chain to wrap around the guard's one arm, then spinning to send the top heavy man into his partner, knocking them both over. "Shit! Don't let him get away!" Yelled the one on his back, firing his pistol at the fleeing suspect. "At least I know im fit, hell im quicker then I expected..". The two men lost sight of their criminal, getting up and looking through the rows of lockers. Finally they got split up, after a few moments, one of them got a tap on the shoulder. As soon as the man turned around, he got an a large dose of AXE body spray to the face, causing him to scream and lose balance, nameless using that time to grab one of the nearest locker doors and slamming it into his face. Nameless grabbed hold of the man's wrist just in time for the other guard to turn the corner, gun blazing at him. Nameless tugged the man by the wrist towards him and used him as a meat shield for the four slugs his partner fired down the isle. As soon as the firing halted when his partner realized he shot his friend, nameless yanked the gun out of his shields now limp hand and fired two rounds into one knee cap, one in the other.

"AAAAH F*CK!" He cried out while dropping to the floor, gun sliding across the tile floor out of reach. Nameless dropped the useful corpse and started to walk towards the guard, still handcuffed. "What was it you were calling me just then? A little shit right? You seem to like that saying alot.." Nameless looked over to an open locker, gently grabbing the straight shaving razor from inside and opening it. "You know what they say, sayings look good on the bod..". Nameless's shadow now loomed over the guard filled with terror...

"It was twenty minutes before I was done with him. The anger from not knowing who the hell I am, the anger of waking up among a bunch of corpses, anger from almost getting shot. It all went into torturing him. I was merciful, an angel with a razor you could say, shallow cuts, his earlobe lopped off..Superficial stuff. I think he will like having the words "Little shit" carved into his forehead the most though..My masterpiece, so far..".

"I walk down the hallways of the hospital, enjoying the sweet nicotine of the pack of cigarettes I found in the jacket. The garage was only ten minutes from the locker room..."

Nameless glares at it for a few minutes, it was a piece of junk, but at least it was a way out. He walked towards the rust bucket of a 72 camaro and used the keys to unlock the hunk of junk and hopped in. "Searching through the mess inside of the car, I find 500 bucks, a switchblade a zippo lighter. Could have done better, could have done worse...". Nameless starts the car and burns rubber out of the hospital complex, into the dark of Grimm city. Upon speeding down the lanes, the man with no name has a cigarette and a thought. "Was this who I was before I lost my memory? How else could I have pulled off taking down those security f*cks? You need training to have a first reaction to be using a human being as a bullet sponge...This had to have been me..Why? Cause it felt good, god damn, did it feel good. The freedom, the thrill, the adrenaline. It was all like coffee in the morning..Whatever, I can worry about that sh!t later..I need a place to stay..".

The man with no name speeds down the freeway.

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"Been two hours since I split the hospital, my head was still filled with fog on who the hell I could be. I could be a father, a husband, a salesman for Christ's sake..But I doubt it, this criminal nature that I have says that there is a pretty low chance of that...I smoked a whole twenty pack of cigarettes to perform a failed attempt at calming my nerves, not only that, I only noticed now that the little red tick on the gas meter tapped on that damned capital E..."

Nameless sighed as the car started to gurgle and give out, the car slowing down significantly. And with that, the camaro was dead on the side of the road. The nameless man got out of the car and walked over to the trunk, bumping his fist on it so it would pop.

"What a mess, this kid had a lot of useless crap...Porno mags, empty cigarette packs, beer cans..Empty..Of course luckily, there was an empty gas can. I also notice the rusty tire iron stuffed in the back, I shelter it in my inner coat pocket. I tie up my red chucks and start to walk down the road into the night. That is until I looked up and noticed no moon...The sky was covered in a smog..Hell I think it was daytime, the pollution was so thick, it made it night...Jesus..."

Nameless finally made it to a roadside gas station, it was rather empty, no cars in sight. After a quick observation, he walked over to the pump and stuck the hose in the can, letting it slowly fill up. Nameless's hands were in his pockets, defenses lowered enough for someone to point a gun at the back of his head and pull the hammer back.

"Im almost surprised the guy got the jump on me, I feel like my senses should have been more acute, I make up for it by profiling my temporary captor. The sound of the hammer being pulled back made a rather heavy click, a Springfield armory 1911, I hear another click, the clown was pointing two pistols at the back of my skull. His breathing was muffled, a mask of some kind...A heist, and I was about to be a hostage. I oblige to his fine weapons by raising my hands in the air, keeping my cool..."

Nameless's expression was blank, but still quipped at his current situation. "Say, those are a pair of fine handguns you got there, im guessing someone bought them for you?" He said with a brisk cool. The goon pressed the barrel against the amnesiac's head. "Very funny, now be a good little btch and get inside the store.." The kid said with confidence. Nameless went along with it as he slowly walked towards the entrance, noticing a few more masked men walking past him with shotguns and uzis, kicking in the glass door and pointing them at the older store clerk. Nameless and his captor stood a bit behind the group of five.

"Alright Ramaro..We know you have it, and while your getting it, feel free to empty the register.." Barked one of the gunmen.

"Six men, all with high grade street weapons. It doesn't take a clever man to see this isn't a normal robbery. The clerk was calm, hell he was pure ice, like he was expecting them. He just stared at the young men for a bit, before reaching for a piece under the counter, the goons responded by lighting him up with lead..."

The old man screamed in pain while falling to the ground, instantly a couple of the thugs hopped the counter and started looking, before the found a trap door and climbed down into it. "Eh boys I think we found it!" Yelled one of them from down the hatch, the other three men quickly got over the counter and down in the hatch. Nameless's captor pushed his gun against his head one more time to get him moving forward.

"Just me and him now, just the way I like to operate.."

Nameless casually jolts backwards until his back was against the man's chest, the man's arm now over Nameless's shoulder. He grabs him by the wrist and brings his arm down to bend on his shoulder, making a nasty snapping noise. As soon as the captor was going to scream, Nameless hushed him by sending the back of his head right into his nose and mouth, knocking him out cold.

"These guys are in over their head, I just took one out in two moves, obviously some rich bastard wanted expendables...Hmm...Those really are nice handguns...I grab both of them and give them a bit a finger play to get acquainted, I would say it was meant to be. I am still surprised by my own face in the reflection of the fine silver that encased the barrel. Enough ogling though, time to see what all the fuss was about.."

Nameless drops down the hatch to find himself in a stone tunnel, the walls littered with posters detailing the rum running days, the voices of the goons were up ahead. He cautiously walks down the tunnel, leaning up against a wall to observe the men looking down at something on a wooden table in what seemed to be a bomb shelter.

"What the hell? What did I stumble on here?"

"Sht man, Roberts is all bothered over this? You gotta be kiddin' me!" Yelled one of them while complaining at what he saw. Another one of them smacked him upside the head. "We need these numbers so that the boss's plan will come into full motion! So yeah! All bothered over these.." Yelled another.

"This doesn't concern me..I can just leave, get back to my car and get to down town...But I don't..Something inside of me feels like I need to know what they are looking at...So I start to plan..."

A few minutes later, the goons put what they were looking for in a tin case and start to exit the bomb shelter, the one carrying the case up front. As soon as the man stepped out the exit, Nameless turned the corner and grabbed onto the case, pressing his gun up against his face and pulling the trigger, sending his now dead bod into the rest of the group. This gave Nameless enough time to slam the steel door shut and lock it.

"I light a cigarette as I hear them bang on the door, no doubt once they get out, they would rat me out to their "boss"...I couldn't let that happen. I filled up a gas can that the gas station had, and poured it's contents under the crack of the metal door, seeping into the bomb shelter. I wait until I am almost done my cigarette before I hesitate for a second to drop it on the flammable liquid that was now leading into the shelter...But like I said...I hesitate for just a second..."

Nameless drops the cancer stick on the puddle of gasoline and watch the freshly lit flame shoot under the crack of the door, no doubt lighting the rest of the shelter on fire, a brutal death trap. Nameless climbs up the hatch before he opens the tin box, seeing it was filled with papers that had a list of phone numbers located in Grimm city. Confused, he looked over to the unconscious man that was his captor earlier....

The man wakes up, finding himself bound to a chair inside the work shed behind the gas station. Nameless leaned back in a chair, his red chucks kicked up on a wooden counter. "W-what the fck man! Untie me you bastard!" He yelled while struggling. Nameless slowly got up and held the papers in front of the man's face. "I know you at least have a slight idea what these phone numbers are for..Start talking..." He said as cold as a Russian winter. The goon simply chuckled and spat on the paper. "Fck you man, you think im a squealer? Think again asshole!". Nameless shook his head while smirking slightly, taking off his leather jacket and hanging it up on a rusty hoist. "Now..I am running a few things through my head that would make you squeal..Not as in giving me info, I know you will...No I mean squeal in pain..Then I found my little friend here.." Nameless said casually while holding up a rat by it's tail, dropping it into a metal bucket, then grabbing duct tape off the work table and taping the bucket to the man's chest. "Of sht are you crazy! You son of a btch get this thing offa' me!" He yelled while again trying to break free. Nameless ignored his pleas while walking back over to the counter and grabbing a blowtorch.

"Now, I know what your thinking. A rat in a bucket? Nah that isn't so bad..Did you know rats can chew through metal? But lets be realistic, im pretty sure that furry little devil isn't even close to considering the option of scratching and gnawing through your chest cavity to get out of that bucket..But you think he would be desperate enough if I held this torch to the bucket and made it all hot? Lets find out..". Nameless had a blank expression on as he held the torch to the side of the bucket, noises of the rat squeaking could be heard, followed by the sound of scratching. "OHHHH! Ahh CHRIST! HE"S BITING MEEEE!" The man yelled while going into a fit and thrashing his tied body about. Nameless didn't pay attention to him, only saying "Info please, I think our friend isn't liking it in their anymore..". The bucket started to get red hot, not only was the rat clawing like crazy at the man's flesh, but the rim of the bucket was now branding his chest. The smell of sizzling flesh filled the shed. "OK OK OK OK OK! I'll tell you what I know!" The goon yelled in hopes that Nameless would stop, he didn't. "Hurry up and start talking then, cause Im not stopping until I hear what I want to hear.." He said harshly. "Ok! AAAAUGH! Th-The numbers are for a bunch of houses that belong to other gangs and mobs! We had an Irish bomb maker install the phones for these places so that when w-AAAH GOD!...S-s-s-s-ssssoo that when we call the-HNNG! Them..A bunch of bombs go off in the houses walls! Our bomb maker had a change of heart at the end of the job, and hid the list of numbers so that we would never use it! THAT"S ALL I KNOOOOW!" The man started to weep, Nameless finally flicked the torch off and stepped back. "These houses, public areas im guessing? Explosions would cause alot of splash damage on innocents and houses right?" Nameless stuck one hand in his back pocket. The goon started to laugh sadistically, gaining the strength to speak. "WELL DUH! Orphanages! HOSPITALS! All of the sort are ready to blow, anything affiliated to a rival mob is going down! And you can't do sht about it you ba-" The goon didn't finish his sentance on the event of Nameless putting a bullet in his skull....

"I burn down the gas station... Can't leave any evidence that I was around, police are no doubt looking for the man that carved that guard back at the hospital, that man being me...I came to the realization that I was going to stop this from happening..I wasn't a hero for doing this, I didn't care about the hospitals or the orphanages...I cared that some asshole planned it, some asshole thinks that he owns this town...Nobody owns this town, and I wont let anybody think they can try. I am not the hero, im not the villain...I am the equalizer for this city, after all...You can't do justice, without sin..."

Nameless carried the now full gas can down the road, heading back to his car...

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• Name: OnekwenhtaraKarahkwaRon:kwe Caldwell. Prefers Karahkwa or just "Kara".
• Nationality: Native american (Mohawk)/Caucasian
• Aliases: Kara, assassin, son of killer.
• Eyes: Brown
• Hair: Dark brown/Black
• Sex: Male
• Species: Meta-Human
• Power Origin: Mutant.
• Age: 19 (Slow aging)
• Occupation: Assassin.
• Family: Parents - Mike Caldwell (Father). OnekwenhtaraEhnitaYakon:kwe (Mother). Sean Michael Zeraz (Half brother). Alexandra (Half sister).
• Powers: Healing factor (High). Meta human physiology (High).

"Been two hours since I split the hospital, my head was still filled with fog on who the hell I could be. I could be a father, a husband, a salesman for Christ's sake..But I doubt it, this criminal nature that I have says that there is a pretty low chance of that...I smoked a whole twenty pack of cigarettes to perform a failed attempt at calming my nerves, not only that, I only noticed now that the little red tick on the gas meter tapped on that damned capital E..."

Nameless sighed as the car started to gurgle and give out, the car slowing down significantly. And with that, the camaro was dead on the side of the road. The nameless man got out of the car and walked over to the trunk, bumping his fist on it so it would pop.

"What a mess, this kid had a lot of useless crap...Porno mags, empty cigarette packs, beer cans..Empty..Of course luckily, there was an empty gas can. I also notice the rusty tire iron stuffed in the back, I shelter it in my inner coat pocket. I tie up my red chucks and start to walk down the road into the night. That is until I looked up and noticed no moon...The sky was covered in a smog..Hell I think it was daytime, the pollution was so thick, it made it night...Jesus..."

Nameless finally made it to a roadside gas station, it was rather empty, no cars in sight. After a quick observation, he walked over to the pump and stuck the hose in the can, letting it slowly fill up. Nameless's hands were in his pockets, defenses lowered enough for someone to point a gun at the back of his head and pull the hammer back.

"Im almost surprised the guy got the jump on me, I feel like my senses should have been more acute, I make up for it by profiling my temporary captor. The sound of the hammer being pulled back made a rather heavy click, a Springfield armory 1911, I hear another click, the clown was pointing two pistols at the back of my skull. His breathing was muffled, a mask of some kind...A heist, and I was about to be a hostage. I oblige to his fine weapons by raising my hands in the air, keeping my cool..."

Nameless's expression was blank, but still quipped at his current situation. "Say, those are a pair of fine handguns you got there, im guessing someone bought them for you?" He said with a brisk cool. The goon pressed the barrel against the amnesiac's head. "Very funny, now be a good little btch and get inside the store.." The kid said with confidence. Nameless went along with it as he slowly walked towards the entrance, noticing a few more masked men walking past him with shotguns and uzis, kicking in the glass door and pointing them at the older store clerk. Nameless and his captor stood a bit behind the group of five.

"Alright Ramaro..We know you have it, and while your getting it, feel free to empty the register.." Barked one of the gunmen.

"Six men, all with high grade street weapons. It doesn't take a clever man to see this isn't a normal robbery. The clerk was calm, hell he was pure ice, like he was expecting them. He just stared at the young men for a bit, before reaching for a piece under the counter, the goons responded by lighting him up with lead..."

The old man screamed in pain while falling to the ground, instantly a couple of the thugs hopped the counter and started looking, before the found a trap door and climbed down into it. "Eh boys I think we found it!" Yelled one of them from down the hatch, the other three men quickly got over the counter and down in the hatch. Nameless's captor pushed his gun against his head one more time to get him moving forward.

"Just me and him now, just the way I like to operate.."

Nameless casually jolts backwards until his back was against the man's chest, the man's arm now over Nameless's shoulder. He grabs him by the wrist and brings his arm down to bend on his shoulder, making a nasty snapping noise. As soon as the captor was going to scream, Nameless hushed him by sending the back of his head right into his nose and mouth, knocking him out cold.

"These guys are in over their head, I just took one out in two moves, obviously some rich bastard wanted expendables...Hmm...Those really are nice handguns...I grab both of them and give them a bit a finger play to get acquainted, I would say it was meant to be. I am still surprised by my own face in the reflection of the fine silver that encased the barrel. Enough ogling though, time to see what all the fuss was about.."

Nameless drops down the hatch to find himself in a stone tunnel, the walls littered with posters detailing the rum running days, the voices of the goons were up ahead. He cautiously walks down the tunnel, leaning up against a wall to observe the men looking down at something on a wooden table in what seemed to be a bomb shelter.

"What the hell? What did I stumble on here?"

"Sht man, Roberts is all bothered over this? You gotta be kiddin' me!" Yelled one of them while complaining at what he saw. Another one of them smacked him upside the head. "We need these numbers so that the boss's plan will come into full motion! So yeah! All bothered over these.." Yelled another.

"This doesn't concern me..I can just leave, get back to my car and get to down town...But I don't..Something inside of me feels like I need to know what they are looking at...So I start to plan..."

A few minutes later, the goons put what they were looking for in a tin case and start to exit the bomb shelter, the one carrying the case up front. As soon as the man stepped out the exit, Nameless turned the corner and grabbed onto the case, pressing his gun up against his face and pulling the trigger, sending his now dead bod into the rest of the group. This gave Nameless enough time to slam the steel door shut and lock it.

"I light a cigarette as I hear them bang on the door, no doubt once they get out, they would rat me out to their "boss"...I couldn't let that happen. I filled up a gas can that the gas station had, and poured it's contents under the crack of the metal door, seeping into the bomb shelter. I wait until I am almost done my cigarette before I hesitate for a second to drop it on the flammable liquid that was now leading into the shelter...But like I said...I hesitate for just a second..."

Nameless drops the cancer stick on the puddle of gasoline and watch the freshly lit flame shoot under the crack of the door, no doubt lighting the rest of the shelter on fire, a brutal death trap. Nameless climbs up the hatch before he opens the tin box, seeing it was filled with papers that had a list of phone numbers located in Grimm city. Confused, he looked over to the unconscious man that was his captor earlier....

The man wakes up, finding himself bound to a chair inside the work shed behind the gas station. Nameless leaned back in a chair, his red chucks kicked up on a wooden counter. "W-what the fck man! Untie me you bastard!" He yelled while struggling. Nameless slowly got up and held the papers in front of the man's face. "I know you at least have a slight idea what these phone numbers are for..Start talking..." He said as cold as a Russian winter. The goon simply chuckled and spat on the paper. "Fck you man, you think im a squealer? Think again asshole!". Nameless shook his head while smirking slightly, taking off his leather jacket and hanging it up on a rusty hoist. "Now..I am running a few things through my head that would make you squeal..Not as in giving me info, I know you will...No I mean squeal in pain..Then I found my little friend here.." Nameless said casually while holding up a rat by it's tail, dropping it into a metal bucket, then grabbing duct tape off the work table and taping the bucket to the man's chest. "Of sht are you crazy! You son of a btch get this thing offa' me!" He yelled while again trying to break free. Nameless ignored his pleas while walking back over to the counter and grabbing a blowtorch.

"Now, I know what your thinking. A rat in a bucket? Nah that isn't so bad..Did you know rats can chew through metal? But lets be realistic, im pretty sure that furry little devil isn't even close to considering the option of scratching and gnawing through your chest cavity to get out of that bucket..But you think he would be desperate enough if I held this torch to the bucket and made it all hot? Lets find out..". Nameless had a blank expression on as he held the torch to the side of the bucket, noises of the rat squeaking could be heard, followed by the sound of scratching. "OHHHH! Ahh CHRIST! HE"S BITING MEEEE!" The man yelled while going into a fit and thrashing his tied body about. Nameless didn't pay attention to him, only saying "Info please, I think our friend isn't liking it in their anymore..". The bucket started to get red hot, not only was the rat clawing like crazy at the man's flesh, but the rim of the bucket was now branding his chest. The smell of sizzling flesh filled the shed. "OK OK OK OK OK! I'll tell you what I know!" The goon yelled in hopes that Nameless would stop, he didn't. "Hurry up and start talking then, cause Im not stopping until I hear what I want to hear.." He said harshly. "Ok! AAAAUGH! Th-The numbers are for a bunch of houses that belong to other gangs and mobs! We had an Irish bomb maker install the phones for these places so that when w-AAAH GOD!...S-s-s-s-ssssoo that when we call the-HNNG! Them..A bunch of bombs go off in the houses walls! Our bomb maker had a change of heart at the end of the job, and hid the list of numbers so that we would never use it! THAT"S ALL I KNOOOOW!" The man started to weep, Nameless finally flicked the torch off and stepped back. "These houses, public areas im guessing? Explosions would cause alot of splash damage on innocents and houses right?" Nameless stuck one hand in his back pocket. The goon started to laugh sadistically, gaining the strength to speak. "WELL DUH! Orphanages! HOSPITALS! All of the sort are ready to blow, anything affiliated to a rival mob is going down! And you can't do sht about it you ba-" The goon didn't finish his sentance on the event of Nameless putting a bullet in his skull....

"I burn down the gas station... Can't leave any evidence that I was around, police are no doubt looking for the man that carved that guard back at the hospital, that man being me...I came to the realization that I was going to stop this from happening..I wasn't a hero for doing this, I didn't care about the hospitals or the orphanages...I cared that some asshole planned it, some asshole thinks that he owns this town...Nobody owns this town, and I wont let anybody think they can try. I am not the hero, im not the villain...I am the equalizer for this city, after all...You can't do justice, without sin..."

Nameless carried the now full gas can down the road, heading back to his car...

"You believe in Resurrection? Reincarnation? If you don't, well then I have news for you.."

The man opens his eyes, sweaty, cold and naked. His head was a jackhammer and his heart was covered in barbed wire, lungs were ablaze, these were the first few breaths of life. "It was quick to guess I am in a hospital, last time I check nobody else tends to keep a few dozen bodies lying around on slabs..". The man sat up and looked around at the blanketed corpses, the bland green tiles and dingy florescent lights brought the pale of the dead flesh to full bloom. "So either im in hell, or I had a hell of a night yesterday..". The man got up after eyeing the room to make sure nobody saw his exposed naked body, walking towards the sink and mirror, filling his palms with icy water and splashing it on his apparent stubbly face. Upon looking up, the man was almost surprised to see a face there, almost like he didn't expect it. After a few moments, he took his hand and rubbed it against his cheek. "Oh great...I have no idea who I am...I don't know my name even...". His discovery was interrupted when he heard the rusty hinges of the morgue door swing open.

The corpse examiner walked in with a loud yawn, coffee in one hand, clipboard in the other. As soon as he passed a darkened doorway, he found an arm grappling onto him and a bone saw pressed tightly against his neck. The nameless man clenched the handle of the bone saw hard as he held it to the employees neck. "...Evening..." He said with a chill crisp calm in his voice, noticing that's the first time he has heard it himself. The man dropped his coffee and clipboard on the floor, breathing was all over the place. "Listen I don't want any trouble, j-just take my wallet and please leave..". The frantic man pulled his wallet out of his pocket and the nameless man quickly swiped it, remembering he doesn't have any pockets. "Keys, to your work locker, now..." He said harshly while letting the saw ever so slightly draw blood from the mans neck. The man started to sob a bit while next holding up his ring of keys, nameless took them as well. "Much obliged, goodnight.." Nameless muttered before slamming the hilt of the saw on the back of his hostage's head, knocking him out cold.

It took him a few minutes to find the locker room, from the lack of people, he had assumed it was pretty late in the evening, graveyard shift. Matching the number on the key to the locker, he quickly swung it open, a smirk running across his face. "Leather jacket, grey shirt, black jeans...And red chucks? Today is my lucky day..". Nameless quickly got dressed and opened the mans wallet, seeing car keys and 700$ in cash. The the hammer being pulled back on a pistol could be heard through the locker room, nameless simply looking up with his eyes. What he saw was two overweight security guards, pistols fixed on him. "Try anything funny and we will kneecap you, little shit.." One of the barked, nameless grinned while raising his hands, wallet slipping between his fingers to slap against the tile floor. One of them walked over to nameless and started by forcing him on his knees and slapped some cuffs on his wrists behind his back. "Might as well squeeze a little Intel out of the two moronic f*cks that think they are cops..". Nameless cleared his throat, looking dead at the one in front of him still with his pistol fixed for nameless's dome. "So, what jail you think they will take a little shit like me?" He asked sarcastically. The guard chuckled "Ehh probably Grimm cities lower class big house, where all the little shits go, just like you.." The guard gestures his gun at nameless. "Grimm city eh? Well that is a start, alright, bored now..".

As soon as the cuffs clicked onto his wrists, nameless used the chain to wrap around the guard's one arm, then spinning to send the top heavy man into his partner, knocking them both over. "Shit! Don't let him get away!" Yelled the one on his back, firing his pistol at the fleeing suspect. "At least I know im fit, hell im quicker then I expected..". The two men lost sight of their criminal, getting up and looking through the rows of lockers. Finally they got split up, after a few moments, one of them got a tap on the shoulder. As soon as the man turned around, he got an a large dose of AXE body spray to the face, causing him to scream and lose balance, nameless using that time to grab one of the nearest locker doors and slamming it into his face. Nameless grabbed hold of the man's wrist just in time for the other guard to turn the corner, gun blazing at him. Nameless tugged the man by the wrist towards him and used him as a meat shield for the four slugs his partner fired down the isle. As soon as the firing halted when his partner realized he shot his friend, nameless yanked the gun out of his shields now limp hand and fired two rounds into one knee cap, one in the other.

"AAAAH F*CK!" He cried out while dropping to the floor, gun sliding across the tile floor out of reach. Nameless dropped the useful corpse and started to walk towards the guard, still handcuffed. "What was it you were calling me just then? A little shit right? You seem to like that saying alot.." Nameless looked over to an open locker, gently grabbing the straight shaving razor from inside and opening it. "You know what they say, sayings look good on the bod..". Nameless's shadow now loomed over the guard filled with terror...

"It was twenty minutes before I was done with him. The anger from not knowing who the hell I am, the anger of waking up among a bunch of corpses, anger from almost getting shot. It all went into torturing him. I was merciful, an angel with a razor you could say, shallow cuts, his earlobe lopped off..Superficial stuff. I think he will like having the words "Little shit" carved into his forehead the most though..My masterpiece, so far..".

"I walk down the hallways of the hospital, enjoying the sweet nicotine of the pack of cigarettes I found in the jacket. The garage was only ten minutes from the locker room..."

Nameless glares at it for a few minutes, it was a piece of junk, but at least it was a way out. He walked towards the rust bucket of a 72 camaro and used the keys to unlock the hunk of junk and hopped in. "Searching through the mess inside of the car, I find 500 bucks, a switchblade a zippo lighter. Could have done better, could have done worse...". Nameless starts the car and burns rubber out of the hospital complex, into the dark of Grimm city. Upon speeding down the lanes, the man with no name has a cigarette and a thought. "Was this who I was before I lost my memory? How else could I have pulled off taking down those security f*cks? You need training to have a first reaction to be using a human being as a bullet sponge...This had to have been me..Why? Cause it felt good, god damn, did it feel good. The freedom, the thrill, the adrenaline. It was all like coffee in the morning..Whatever, I can worry about that sh!t later..I need a place to stay..".

The man with no name speeds down the freeway.

"The man that holds the locks of hair"

"The team of profit"

"The Tenn In plot"

I finally opened up my office in town for clients. Caine is assisting me in the investigation now. He has proved to be useful when it comes to go too work. I also attempted to interrogate the vampiric doctor but no avail for she proved to be a little more powerful than i thought. None the less i will not stop till i figure this thing out. I am making my way now to champion city to talk to kiddevil for some answers about the island. May i just go on record to state that i do not tolerate evil in any way, Even if it is a suited aristocrat that sits around drinking wine, And that they laugh in the faces of people like me for they think they have such a clever guise. 
 
Im not buying it 
-Mr.Name