The rain was heavy, nothing but the sound of his breathing filled his ears and he dragged himself through the long and white halls of the underground subway of the great New York City, the subway train zipping past him caused his black suit jacket to flutter around his hips as he let out a deep sigh of annoyance. All of New York..No. The entire World wanted him dead. He had nowhere to go, yet he fought to run, his blood leaving a trail behind him as his arm hugged at his waist desperately to ease the pain.

His blood trickled down his ribs, down to his leg, his white button-up shirt soaked with blood, yet he couldn't stop now, he had to keep moving. But the pain was becoming unbearable, his jaw clenching as he tried so hard to fight through it, his brows knitting with a determined rage.