A deep voice is heard speaking to someone who seems to be remaining silent, causing agitation to arrive in the other's voice. "Fucking piece of shit." Damiens voice is heard bellowing out from the dimly lit room. Sitting in the middle of the room, was a brunette man, tied to a chair. Damien stood over him, bringing his fist up and busting the man in his mouth again. "Tell me what I want to know or you are going to die here." Damiens voice was cold.

"You wont kill me copper." The man spat out blood. "You're still too good of a man for all of that."The man chuckled looking up at him. The man fought against his bonds, trying to escape Damien's wild glare. There was something changed within Damien, something he wasn't sure he understood completely. But spilling this mans blood, gave him a strange sort of release. "You're playing a dangerous game Damien, someone will get killed." The man tried to make Damien give in and see things Catalysts way.

"That's where you are wrong. There's only one way this is going to go down. That's with the Catalysts coming to an end." Damien shook his head. "The man I once was, is gone. He's dead." Damien hit the man in the side of the head, with the butt of his pistol. "He died on the pavement next to his pregnant wife." Damien stood over the man, he knew how most people would handle this issue. Start killing people.. kill until everyone was dead, then go after the leader of this little gang.

"Who is Catalysts leader? Where can I find them?" Damien poured water over the man's head. "There are a million ways to die. Did you know that?" Damien smirked at him. "One Millions ways, can you believe that? I'm sure I could find one fitting for a little troll like you. Scabs like you are a dime a dozen. I end you I'll just find another one of his men...and another...and another.. until you are all dead. But what would that accomplish? I want at least one of you little trolls left alive, to witness what happens when you fuck with my family. Tell me what I want to know, and I might let you live." Damien was toying with him, he had no intentions on letting the man survive. He was crazy, not stupid.

"There is absolutely nothing you can do Damien. If The Catalysts wants your sister, he'll have her." The man laughed at Damien's anger. "The Catalyst has wanted your sister since the day she walked out of the spaceboys life. He's been following her." The man spat out more blood. "Once the catalyst's make a mark, they don't stop coming until all those who are involved in the group are dead, or the mark is taken out."

"Well this time the Catalysts will fall." Damien growled. "I will not fail my sister, as I failed my wife." Damien kicked the guys chair over and watched as he spilled onto the ground. "My sister will not befall the same fate I did. I wont allow it. Even if I dont survive, her boyfriend would never let you near her. Harming my sister is virtually impossible." Damien chuckled. "You can try all you like to escape this place. But it wont happen. Now I have some business to attend to. I will return when I have finished, and we will finish what we started. That is.. if you can survive the night." Damien laughed as he walked out of the room and turned to look over his shoulder.

Leaving that man to die was as simple as turning the light switch on. Damien opened the door to his car and looked up at the building. Pulling out his cellphone he dialed a number and the building burst into flames. Damien began laughing. "Ashes to ashes and dust to dust." He spoke softly as he slipped into his vehicle and pulled out a camera. He turned it towards the building and let it set there for a few moments. "You see that building, that's what happens when you threaten the people I care about." He then turned it on himself. "Take that as a warning XWF. The man you all thought I was, isn't who I really am. John Raide.. you are in for one hell of a night. You want to say I am just a step like all the others, well this step, might just blow you away." Damien gives a cocky smirk to the camera and turns the camera off, tossing it into the passenger seat of his car. He'd have to remember John's words when he got in the ring. Nothing was going to stop him from winning. He would see to that. John and he both would be bloody if that's what it took to assure victory.

"Not on my name you wont, Raide." With that thought Damien sped off, just as firetrucks, cop cars, and ambulances showed up at the scene. He watched from afar as the building caved in on top of the man who had been inside, while the officers looked on in horror. "Am I the hero.. or am I the vigilante?" The car disappeared around a corner, into the inky darkness of the city's nightfall.