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Then he pivoted around and bolted into the aphotic alley.  I leaped onto my feet, retrieved the rifle and pursued after him; following the sounds of his fleeting steps splattering against the wet ground.
    Hoyt fled until he ran into a sudden dead end.  A lofty brick wall impeded his path.  He stopped before it and gawked at the towering layers of bricks as if he was defeated.  He then spun around quivering and flattened his back against the wall. 
    "PLEASE DON'T KILL ME!"  He begged while snatching the mask off his face and clasping it in-between his folded hands. 
    I sauntered towards Hoyt with my right arm extended and aimed the rifle at his forehead.  He suddenly faltered to his knees quivering and pleading for forgiveness.  I stopped a couple of steps from him and watched him beg.  The rain caused his spiky mohawk to collapse and red dye ran down his face.  I can't even muster up the slightest bit of remorse for him.  I drew back the safety mechanism.  He flinched and shielded his face with his arms and hands.  At that moment, a sizeable shadow of a figure scampered along the brick wall.  I quickly spun around and surveyed the alley.  There was no one there.  I turned back and began to depress the trigger.  Suddenly the shadow returned along the lofty wall.  It broadened as the footsteps drew closer.  I turned around again and caught sight of the towering inky caped figure emerging out of the darkness and peering at me with his devilishly red eyes; The Legend.  "Get out of here!"  I demanded.  He continued advancing with his cloak flowing off his shoulders and disposing on the ground in a perfect crescent.  "I swear I'll shoot you too!"   Without warning, The Legend swiftly sprinted towards me with his rampantly flailing cape trailing him.  I fired a shot at him but he somehow managed to elude it.  Once within range, he leaped in the air and tackled me onto the wet ground.  The sawed-off rifle was knocked out of my hands.  It drifted along the slippery concrete until it plunged through a sewer drain.  We wrestled until I racked up enough strength to hurl him off of me.  I made an effort to get to my feet but was suddenly bashed by a knee to my face.  The stunning blow caused me to stagger.  The Legend then clenched my gown and pinned me up against the brick wall.  He drove his forearm into my throat.  It hampered my breathing a bit.  While being held, Hoyt got off his knees and took off running until he vanished into the dark alley.  I struggled to break The Legend's grip but it was too firm.  "Why are you letting him get away?"   I gasped.  He didn't respond.  "Get off me, he's getting away!"  He refused to acknowledge me.  I clenched his mask and snatched if off his face.  Before I could get a glimpse of him, I was suddenly awakened by the doctor.
     
    The security guard unfastened the restraints from my wrist and ankles. "Can I use the restroom?"  I asked.  The doctor nodded his head.  I climbed out of the bed and stepped onto the frigid white tiled floor.  The nurse gave me a hand and assisted me in.  Once inside, I flipped the light switch and looked into the mirror.  I haven't seen my face in over a month.  It was buried in a dark coarse beard.  My head was cleanly shaved with a five inch scar going alongside of it.  Then I took notice of my eyes.  They were bloodshot; piercing red demonic-like eyes.  Although rather unusual, it was intriguing.
    "You must be wondering about your eyes?"  The doctor assumed as I stepped out of the bathroom.
    "What happened to them?" I inquired.
    "The trauma from the gunshot wound caused the blood vessels in your eyes to burst." 
    "Is it permanent?" 
    "I can't say at this time."  The doctor answered.  "There are other side-effects you should know of.  Like we mention you won't experience fear like you used to.  Also your aggression will sometimes be uncontrollable as you noticed.  You will experience hallucinations as