I can't remember why I'm here. Or for how long I've been here. Days? Months? Years? It's all a blur.

But I know that I've never been so strong as when the Darkness came.

Death, Murder, Love, Lust.

It all happened.

It all happened and I was there.

The colonel pull the trigger. I watched as their body fell to the ground. Covered in my own blood then and there. Knife in my hand.

Detective dead. Shot. Stabbed.

Their body laying broken on the ground until it wasn't.

He rose. Mark? Damien?

No something Dark.

Something that wasn't holy. Something that was of pure evil.

"Hello again."

He said straightening out his tux.

I looked at him and he looked at me.

"Hello Darkness, my old friend."

I knew who he was yet how could I?

How could I when I couldn't even remember who I was?