~Marcus~

It didn't take long to get to the clock tower from Vegas. It was getting into the apartment that was another question.

NOVA! Open the door!

I banged on the door, hearing it rattle on it's hinges.

Please! Azrael! Open up!

I looked at the bottle in my hand, watching the black liquid move. Luckily, the blood wasn't able to break the bottle so I knew I was safe from the stigma. My eyes snapped back to the door when I heard the locks moving.