I awaken in a field of tall, grey grass as far as the eye can see. OK, what's going on? There's no landmarks as far as the eye can see and my wound if closed and healed. Didn't I just bleed out? This doesn't make any sense what so ever.

"Richard," a feminine voice speaks, as I get up and to my feet. I see Morgan sitting atop a black tree with white leaves, its branches thick and twisted. How did I miss that tree before?

"Morgan," I smile, "how you been sis'?"

"You still hung up on that?" Morgan chuckles, standing up while staying in the tree, "you worthless little shit?"

"Morgan I'm trying," I plead, "I'm trying to have value. I'm trying to help you. I just did. I know I can still save you if you would just listen to me."

Morgan chuckles, looking down on me, at the bottom where Morgan reminds me is where I belong, "look at yourself. What have you done? You've gotten my dad arrested and beat up my mom in that crowd. You're still worthless. I'm still impure. I should've let you end it that day. It's what you deserve and the world would be better off clearly."

"That may be true," I reply, "but that's why I did it. The world can change, and I'm gonna make it change. Please, Morgan, I'm trying to help you. I just want to protect people. What am I supposed to do when the people I'm protecting are the people I'm protecting them from? Riddle me that."

"You die," Morgan glares, "the world won't change. You're not gonna change the world because it doesn't want to be changed. You've failed the world, and you've failed me, so just end this already. You're just a worthless little psycho and that's all you'll ever be! Why won't you just die!?!"

I wake up, crying.

Morgan...

It's OK. I can still save her. Things will change. I will make the world a better place. No matter what...

"Well look who's up," an old man looms over my bed. He appears old anyways, about in his fifties, with a balding head and a thick white beard. He appears very fit for his age, muscular. In his blue eyes, I see kindness, mixed with a deep bitterness, but for who? He wears a doctor's white overcoat over a black shirt and grey jeans. He presses his cold stethoscope to my chest and listens to my heartbeat for a few seconds.

"Sounds slow," he sighs, "how badly did she kick you?"

"What?" I ask, my vision hazy and a burning pain in my stomach.

"The woman who managed to get in a blow," the man demands, his voice more forceful, "how hard did she hit you?"

"Repeat after me," Purity demands.

I repeat, "I was looking out the window and fell. I don't know-"

The man sighs and reaches into his coat, pulling out my mask.

"I know who you are kid," he glares, "and I'm going to ask you again. How hard did that woman hit you?"

"I was pumped up on adrenaline," I explain, aniexty filling me to the brim as I realize I've been caught, "I don't know."

"Dammit," the man sighs, "OK, don't get up. If you do, your wounds will reopen."

He opens a briefcase sitting in the corner of the room, which I am now realizing is Lily's room.

"You gonna turn me in?" I ask.

"No," the man replies opening the case, "but I do have business with you. For now, I need to know your blood type. What is it?"

"I don't know," I reply.

"Fuck," the man sighs, "looks like a blood transfusion is out of the question then. OK, just, don't bleed. You lose anymore blood and I won't be able to save you."

"Got it," I reply, "but, who are you?"

"Doctor William Daniels," the doctor replies, "Lily hired me to make sure you don't die."

"Richard West," I reply, "or, as you now know, Purity."

"Let's talk about that," William pulls up a chair, "I wanna talk to you. You're after the mafia, right? You hate drugs?"

I nod in response.

"Well let's make a deal," William smiles, "I treat your wounds, and you help me in a little quest for vengeance against the drug dealers in this town."

"That's all you want?" I chuckle.

"I don't trust him," Purity sighs, "but we need a doctor and he knows. Accept the offer."

"A done deal sir," I smile, "so, get me up to speed."

"Well you're now wanted," William sighs, "five thousand bucks. Whoever you framed for arson is in jail, and you're making state wide news. So, yeah. If your goal is to spread your message against abuse, it looks like it's working. However you're not gonna be purifying shit for at least a week. You've pushed yourself to much. I told Lily you fell, and she's rushing over here. Also that clip did make it on the news, and damn kid, what the Hell is wrong with you?"

"They took someone away from me," I sigh, "because I couldn't save her. If I was faster, stronger..."

"We can't stop," Purity reminds, "not until we have enough influence, enough power, to save her."

"So," I continue, "I kinda had a huge mental breakdown and went haywire there. Although, they had it coming."

"Kid you need therapy," William sighs, "I'm assuming by the trend I'll need a codename."

"What codename can a medic have?" I ask.

"Sterile," Purity suggests, "it's related to medicine and a pure, clean state."

"How about Sterile?" I ask.

"Works for me," the man replies.

"What about a mask?" I ask.

"I'll have one ready by tomorrow," William smiles, "have one of those old bird-like masks doctors wore during the player on the Middle Ages. Paint it white, and voice modifier, and it'll be ready."

"Who are you avenging anyways?" I inquire.

"That's a story for another day," William gets up, "for now you better attend to the ones you still have. Here she comes now..."

I hear rapid footsteps slamming up the stairs as Lily kicks in the door and rushes to me, panic on her face. She holds me so tight I can't breath, but I'm not complaining as she brings the pleasant feeling with her.

"Richard are you OK?" She demands, almost crying.

I turn to William, who smiles and leaves the room for some reason. Well, I'm on my own, so I take a deep breath and follow William's lie...