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“That is no way to talk, to the father of your children. And if I recalled right it was my brother that save you. You were a miserable orphan, rutting away in a cold street and he give a house. I have all wrights to you----”

“Your bother was a saint, when he found out what you did to me…He kicked your sorry a** out! And then when you came after me, you got what you deserved!” she stare at his scars.

Nathan examined her with vicious eyes. He took a step forward and embraced her. She was more shock then he expected, and he lifted the force of his will from her and she embraced him for once in a passionate love. A love that burn them, a love compose of years of abuse and betrayal, but the pain she felt inside was coming outside and she knew now this was “love”. And it was best to have it that never feel a single droop of his intoxicating poison.

Nathan’s eyes widen and he smiled once more before falling to the floor like an old tree. She held her tears, her hands were soaked in blood and like a confuse child she walked over Nathan body still holding on the weapon, her bowie knife. She leaned close to him, holding his hand and with his dying breath he when on.

“I…saw it…coming…I am….just glad it…was you and…no one…else. Kain and Jessie…are in…Vincent and Pet Shop Boys…grasp…but you can’t…beat them…take this…my love.” his lifeless eyes stare at the sky while his arm rested in the wound just under his heart, holding on to the golden pocket watch.

Just the she saw them; the Pet Shop Boys were coming from the top of the hill, were Beck had run to. Keith was running to confront them and, with flash she took the pocket watch from Nathan’s dead hand. She looked at it for a second. “How strange it seems to be stuck in 11:58?” she wander to herself. The design in it was quite unique; with roman numerals in the top while the bottoms were algebraic numbers.

Meanwhile Keith threw random punches at the leader of the Pet Shop Boys, Vincent. The prodigy-punk of the group; he wore casual converses, his right one was red while the left was black, his jeans were rip in several places and his black shirt look as if could use some patching.

Vincent easily dodge several of the hits meant for him, and then focus his vision on Nathan’s dead body. “Sorry kid, got a train to catch.” he ran passed a confuse Keith and headed right for Nathan, preparing to take his Legacy. Just then Lynn remember what she being tolled once. “A Legacy is a living manifestation of person’s unique conciseness. But there more too it; if a person dies another Legacy must claimed the slaying warrior‘s power, in this process the dead-man’s Legacy is transferred to the living person.”

“Then this must by what this weirdo is going to do. Crap I need to hurry up!” she thought to herself before getting up, determine to fight him. For a moment the moonlight was hid behind a cloud and all when black, as the light gradually return she saw Vincent’s hazel shabby hair.

“I could do this all day,” he said running a hand through his hair, while evading another of the punches aim at him from Lynn. “sadly you can’t. Oh not you again!” and shortly Keith was attacking him again, this time however he was distracted by Lynn presence and Keith manage to land a blow on him, sending Vincent stray to the ground. While all his companions laugh at Vincent who was rubbing his face were Keith had smashed his fist. Meanwhile Lynn searched through them, looking for him, and then she found him! A man that she only knew as Mr. Bowie; a ringmaster of the most exotic circus. Behind him a two jesters carefully guarded the basket containing her infant twins.