Forgive me, Father.

[Wolf Herrmann]

Wolf came home, bloodied and saddened, depressed as always. He never could find anyone to help him, no one would ever agree to his terms on protection and life. No matter. If he had to take those whom wished him out himself, he would find a way.

Which brought his mind to his former employers. They were powerful; he knew that. He knew that they would find his house. Which made it all the more dangerous to have one, but Wolf could not wrap his mind around being a homeless degenerate.

His apartment was simple, really. All it had was a mattress, a phone, and a television. Not many of these objects were ever really used. The television was there just for appearance the bed was hardly slept in, and the phone, well, the phone was just there in case they called again.

Just as the thought of the inevitable ringing crossed his mind, it came. The phone call he dreaded, one he had been expecting for a long time. Striding over to where the phone was, he picked it up and held it to his ear.

"Hallo? Wolf Herrman." muttered the tragic man into the phone. "Scheißdreck!" He screamed, knowing that he had just told them he was living there. Manners, being too well inscribed into his brain, told him that he should always greet people on the phone with his name and something along the lines of 'Hello.' Manners that were now going to make him regret it.

Stomach tightening in anticipation of the ultimatum he was going to receive, he stood there, waiting. Maybe if he agreed to the conditions, they would let him live long enough to attempt disappearing again.

(Subtitles:

Scheißdreck! = Shit!)

[Mr. Bennet]

"Hallo, Herr. Herrman," Bennet said in thickly accented German. "It's nice to hear that you're still around. We've been...missing you..." He frowned at the curse and looked at the window of the man's apartment. They'd been tracking him for a while now, and had only now just found his place of residence. He'd had to give it to him; for one with such a bloody trail, he covered it up pretty well.

His dark-skinned companion bent down and took a bit of blood that had trailed into the man's building. He dabbed the cells onto a cloth and stuffed the cloth into a plastic bag. He smiled then. "Is it alright if we can come up?"

[Wolf Herrmann]

Wolf sighed. "Ja, du kannst meinen Wohnsitz anmelden," He said, then hung up.

They weren't of his former employers; Wolf knew that. They would either simply tell him what to do over the phone or knock on his door. They weren't as polite as this.

Which brought to the mind the other possibilities that may happen. They could be police, head-hunters, maybe even Mormons. Wolf didn't care; they knew his name, and to his depression, they must die.

Such is the life of Hell-spawn.

He drew the blinds to all his windows, and picked up his television. It would be the best opening shot that he could manage. Waiting for that knock at the door, Wolf stood with sadness in his heart.

He would have to go to the confessional after this.

(Subtitles:

Ja, du kannst Wohnsitz anmelden = Yes, you can enter my residence.)

[Mr. Bennet]

He smiled coldly at his company, before turning to leave his apartment and head up the steps. Just another bag and tag, just another extraordinarily gifted person squandering their potential in solitude and aimless killing.

The man thought he knew so much, had planned out every avenue...but he knew so little it was rather humorous. Not that it mattered... he would learn, as they all had. And with any luck, he would grow to be a valuable member of the Company.

With a firm, echoing knock, he nodded to his companion.

[Wolf Herrmann]

There it was. The knock that Wolf had been waiting for.

The moment that would change his life.

Wolf concentrated on himself. Not only on himself, but also on the memories that convinced him that he was the demon he thought himself to be.

Killing a man that had no chance to defend himself. Killing another, in front of his family, then having to kill the family. Killing a three-year-old girl.

So much death for one man. And for what? Only for the few who benefited.

The whites of his eyes clouded over with red, as anger and sadness swirled around in his heart.

With a great roar and a mighty heave, Wolf sent the television crashing through the hollow door of his apartment. Not noticing or caring if it hit anyone, he rushed out into the fray. He threw two quick jabs that could shatter a man's jaw toward each of his attackers, then dashed out of arm's reach.

"I am sorry," Wolf stated with sad eyes."You must die."

[Dincht]

((Forgive me if I'm wrong, but I assumed that the OWI had grabbed you before))

Marco rounded the corner a split second after the man's saddened statement. He heard the scuffle and had come running when he heard Mr. Bennet's scream. What he saw was a man possessed. His eyes were as red as blood, and hey seemed to eminate murder. This must be the guy they were suposed to be grabbing up again. He looked down quickly and saw Mr. Bennet and the Haitian both on the floor, in obvious pain.

"Demonio," Marco said in Spanish. "Why'd you do that?" the shock in his voice rang through. clearly. These people had trained him, and he'd formed a sort of comeraderie with them.

The Mexican man went quickly back into his guard and waited for the man to either reply, or make another move. Who knew what he could do?

[Wolf Herrmann]

((Um... You're forgiven?))

"Why do I do this? Why must I kill these men?" spat out Wolf. "They wish to do the same to me!" He turned towards the new combatant, a wild look in his eyes. Then his expression softened, fury being replaced with regret.

"Es tut mir lied." He muttered to him. As soon as the words left his mouth, his features contorted again to righteous rage.

Wolf dashed towards his next casualty, sliding downward to fake a sweep kick, then popping up to attempt to grab the man by the throat and fling him over to the two other men.

"I am the Bonecracker, and my life is mine!"

(Subtitles:
Es tut mir lied. = I am sorry.)

[Mr. Bennet]

Although quick thinking and quicker reactions had saved him from the hurled TV, as well as spared his jaw from the brunt of the following blow (and likely kept it in one piece) it still hurt something fierce, and he had to bite back a wince when he called for his newest recruit, Marco.

His dark skinned companion was nursing his jaw as well, but there was no telling how much damage had been done to him. This was not the time for licking injuries, however...this one was a violent and volitile prey, too dangerous for negotiations and finesse.

He gave a nod of encouragement to the one still standing--not wishing to alert the mammoth to the fact that he had not taken as much damage as the man intended--and slipped out a tranquilizer gun, working on loading it to level the playing field a bit more.

[Dincht]

Luckily, Marco was still fresh from Basic, so he saw the man's advance before it was too late. As he side-stepped, he brought his elbow crashing into the back of the man's head. The man grunted a little, but otherwise seemed unaffected. He quickly brought his hands together in two balled fists and prepared to bring them down, cursing mentally as he did so. Hallways were not good places to fight in.

As he brought his arms down to hammer the man in the back of the head, he screamed out, perfectly immitating the dark man's voice, "You are killing nobody, mein freunde!"

[Wolf Herrmann]

((OOC: Sorry about the God-modding.))

Wolf grunted as the attack failed, and he was struck in the back of the head. It seems his adversary had some martial arts training, but Wolf had two years' experience killing with his bare hands.

As his opponent's attempt to slam his two hands onto his head, he turned around and grabbed the man's fists in his hands.

That was when he heard the man imitate his voice. Shock flew across his features, and he almost let go. He turned his face skywards and muttered, "Of course, you would fight Hell-spawn with Hell-spawn."

Turning to the man that attacked him, he moved his face close to his opponent's and whispered in his ear, "Come, I must ask you something. Leave your 'friends' behind."

He let go of the man's hands, and ran down the hallway until he reached a window, and he leaped out of the building. Thankfully, Wolf had the insight to get an apartment on the second floor, a drop he could easily walk away from. He landed on his feet, and leaned against the wall, the whites of his eyes fading back to the normal color.