Atrum made his way though the dark room, keeping his eyes on the armed guards along the walls. "What happened Atrum?" said an eerie voice from on of the tall backed chairs. The rumble of a subway passing by made Atrum's stomach drop even lower.

"I... I didn't see it coming. No one... no one told me they were there..." said Atrum, his voice young, yet strained with the pains of his evils.

"No one told you they were there!" yelled another voice from the dark, "Of coarse not! No one knew of them. It was a bloody bank job! Did you really not expect for there to be some extra security?" The man's words stung Atrum. He had recognized the voice immediately, before the slim, British man stood, "I saved you! I defended you! And now you come back and disrespect me like this! What the bloody 'ell were you thinking? I..."

The first man held up a hand, silencing the man. "The point is that you failed us Atrum," said the man in the same eerie voice as he had used minuet ago, "there shall be punishment. Now leave us." Atrum slowly turned and sulked back to the steel door leading to the subway tunnels. "And please..." said the man, a little softer, "try to redeem both your and our name."

The blaring of a taxi woke Atrum from the coma-like state. There he was, weaving through the streets of New York, much like that fateful day of the fire accident, but this time, as a new person; a man of darkness, but a saint none the less.

A black van sat in the crowded traffic of the NYC streets. In the blink of an eye, Atrum transferred himself from the concrete to the asphalt. Weaving himself through the stand-still traffic, he hopped into the van, greeting John and the slender woman with nods.

"Name's Tai by the way," said the slender woman.

Atrum looked into the eyes of the woman with his own steely ones, "Atrum."

"So... you know its not Halloween right?"

"Tai!" yelled John.

"Sorry. It's just... what happened."

"Fire." said Atrum, not removing his cold stare.

"Oh. Well, can't we do skin grafts and stuff to treat that?"

"You wouldn't understand."

"Try me."

Atrum stared at the young woman's eyes, so full of life. "In a past life, I did horrible things, and I burned for them. I'm a new man now."

"Tai... lets just keep quiet 'till we get to the hideout. I don't want to risk our identities. Besides, he's had enough for one day."

"I don't see what the big deal is?"

"When I was your age, those men were my superiors. One of them even saved my life!" said Atrum, unable to control his anger.

John now turned in his chair to look directly at Atrum. "What those men did helped you in no way Atrum! You were in no danger when they captured you. You only were in danger while you were under their wing."

"And what do you think this is! We're not exactly untouchable!"

"Guys... lets just... let’s just get home..." whimpered Tai.

"Atrum!"

The voice rang through his head as he thrust himself from his bed, withdrawing a gun and pointing it into the British man's face. "What is it," he muttered, only half awake.

"I know how you can redeem yourself."