He came back to himself, inside that alley, noticing that he had gone through the blood stains on his hands. He again had done something horrible, the result of his loss of control. The rain covered his body, revealing the scars of his internal war.

 That war had made him abandon his heart with mercy for a homicidal mind, but now he accepted whatever was on his mind, because of his enemies he couldn't help but see.

 Did he think he was going to back down!? He had destroyed him before and would do it again.

 He was the fire that lit his future, ready to burn his past, he was the "evil" counterpart but always the most effective.

 Both of them may have shared a body, but only one would own his spine.

 He would soon know that he was just a bystander, he was the one who had saved them. It was the end of him.

 Because under that rain he was losing the war against himself.

 He had become a murderer, unable to do more than curse what was inside of him.

 Because he only saw red again.

 Did you really think you could hide again, Sergeant?

 Did you forget the legacy he craved on the meat of his city!?

 It was an explosive first impression. One had become an artist of the infection and the other a mere piece in his collection.

 A vague reflection of perfection, whose time has just come.

 And as he fell back into the rain, he tried to come to himself. The war had ended years ago, but the after-effects made him a victim.

 Even if his mercy sometimes allowed him to control the murderer, he could only curse what was inside his head. Because the red did not go away.

 His friends and neighbors were witnesses, hearing the revelation, the one who acted for survival revealing the worst that he had.

 Only death brought those who tried to attack him, leaving no one.

 Only he was left in that house, tearing up the pages that told his life.

 The rain stopped abruptly, along with the battle raging in his mind. He looked around, cursing his situation, and seeing around him, how red spread. He kept seeing red.

 The sergeant was dead. He had finally killed him.

 He sent him away, knowing that hell would soon await him.