July 9, 2027

More than a week has passed since they were gone. My Eve is gone. I still could not come to my senses after what happened in the basement of this psychopath. Rick Siles, that was his name, as I was later told by the police.

“You got off lightly,” said a fat cop with small eyes, “given that you were beaten with a hammer.”

- Hammer? - I pretended that I did not understand what I was talking about, otherwise I would have to report on who I am and how I got my abilities.

- Yes, traces of your blood and broken teeth were found on the hammer. I can not imagine how you got better.

“Everything heals on me like on a dog,” I tried to wriggle.

- I think that because of the strong shock from what you see, you have lost control of yourself and you do not remember anything. However, we will have to ask a few more questions.

The cop's vanity prevented him from seeing the full picture. He thought he knew everything, but in fact did not know anything.

“Are you sure Siles was alone?” We found a lot of traces and evidence indicating that he had an accomplice.

- No, sorry. If anyone was, I did not see him ... or I do not remember.

It was worth playing by the rules of a cop, to amuse his ego. Perhaps then I would rather be released.

- Well, - he sighed. - My people will show you the way out if you need help ...

- No, thank you.

- You will have to undergo a course of psychotherapy. This is not all the strength to survive.

- Good. I'll start the other day.

- It goes. Good luck. ”The cop extended his plump palm, saying goodbye.

***

No one ever knew that it was I who crushed the head of a psychopath. The body was found nearby on the side of a country road. The police decided that the criminal was trying to escape from the crime scene, but he was hit by a car. And, judging by the remains, cargo.

Apparently intervened stranger in black.

I did not intervene in the investigation. In the end, they did not hang me another murder, it was possible to breathe easy.

Calm But how? My beloved was killed in front of my eyes because of my idiocy. I could not forgive this. To myself. The black-black cat scrubbed huge claws in my heart, but could not change anything.

Except one.

Revenge.

There were two killers. I deliberately kept silent for Simon's mustache in order to find him personally. Justice must triumph. True justice, and not what is interpreted in the areas.

***

- How did everything go? - asked Rita Goldwyth when I slammed the door of her car.

We were in a multi-storey car park, in which frightening gloom reigned. Scary for me. After that basement, I was terribly in a room where there is little light.

“No,” I answered shortly, not knowing what to say specifically. - They asked, I answered. Nothing new.

“You hold well,” a soft female palm rested on mine. - I would not have been able to.

From a touch it seemed to hit me with a current. Startled, and inside something snapped. I lay back in my seat, and the treacherous tears slid down my face.

“This is ... this is hard ...” I answered quietly, unable to stop the trembling that gripped my body. “I'm afraid I can't ... again ...”

“You're not alone,” the woman moved closer to me and tried to look into her eyes. - I'm with you, you can count on help. Share the pain, open up. I after all see that something does not give you rest. Something you can't tell.

I looked at her. Severe features disappeared somewhere, I did not recognize my former boss in her, now I saw a kindred spirit.

- Too many deaths around me.Believe me, you better not know, - somehow he pulled himself together.

“I’ll wait,” she nodded knowingly, although there was a frustration in the depths of her eyes. - When you're ready, tell me yourself.

With these words, she clung to my lips, but I could not help but respond to a kiss.

***

In that basement, the first thing that I felt, after it was over, was slapping on the face. Someone insistently slapped me on the cheeks.

“Get up, come on, come around,” came a muffled voice.

Through the veil and ringing in his ears, he realized that this was Goldwight. The first person who found me and brought me to my senses.

“Thank God you're alive,” she rejoiced, and I saw tears in my eyes. “How many times will you still torture me like that?”

- How did you find me? - I hardly managed to squeeze this question.

- Unknown called and said that you urgently need help. I ordered to call the ambulance and the police, they are already near.

- And you came? - I whispered.

- As you see. Do not ask stupid questions, better not move and try to get together.

- Rita ...

But he could not finish speaking, his mind clouded again and the darkness swallowed the room.

***

“Rita,” I continued the phrase, tearing myself away from ardent lips. - I am very grateful to you. I do not even know how to express it ...

- Come on, - she smiled, but the smile seemed sad. “No thanks, you'd do the same.”

I smirked involuntarily.

- Banal remarks, as if we are in a cheap cable TV series.

- Agree.

We looked ahead, where the light rain began.

- You do not think. This is not a standard phrase, such as thanks and piss off, - I tried to explain. - I am really very grateful. You saved my life.

“Not me, but the doctors who arrived as soon as I found you.”

- But you called them.

“Yes,” she nodded, nervously gripping the steering wheel.

"Why is she nervous?" What's going on with her? ”

- Is everything ok?

- Do you know the one who called? - the woman asked another question.

- I know.

- But you will not tell.

- You will not believe. It's ... it's hard to explain.

Rita did not answer. She did not press, and I was grateful for that. But how to pay and what?

- Let's go where there is at least a little warmer? I have something to tell you if you are ready.

The woman looked at me gratefully.

- Come to me.