[i]"That guilty feeling can kill you."[/i] It was something he remembered Archer telling him. Archer was a man of God, surprisingly, Alex did not believe him at first when he was told but the hacker swore by the fact. He was adamant in his faith. A man who is laden with the guilt of human blood Will be a fugitive until death; let no one support him. He who walks blamelessly will be delivered, But he who is crooked will fall all at once... Alex let out a heavy sigh as he turned onto his side having been staring at the ceiling for the last couple of hours. He never thought it would be the idea of faith that would increase his guilt tenfold. Anyone tormented by the guilt of murder will seek refuge in the grave; let no one hold them back. In other words - If one is burdened with the blood of another, he will be a fugitive until death; let no one help him. Let no one support him. Let no man stay him. Let no one help him. 

The events of that night played through in his head like a film on a reel being run through the projector. The loud bang of the gun and the sound of tearing flesh and cracking bone as the first and second bullet entered and exited Oliver's skull. Pondering on the moment he pulled the trigger, Alex remembered feeling nothing, it was instinct, training, his genetic build. Obviously he must have escaped before they taught you how to deal with something like this emotionally, maybe for some people it just wasn't possible to justify taking the life of another. Did his will to live give him the right to play God and take the life of another? Yes. At least, so he thought.

A shrill scream stirred Alex as he jumped up from the couch, his eyes darting to the slightly ajar bedroom door in front of him. He waited, staying upright, crunched over, his abdominal area pressed against his bent legs. Then he heard it, the crying. Alex shut his eyes tight and clenched a fist raising it towards his mouth and biting down hard. [i]Fuck...[/i] He thought. Glancing around the apartment he was glad he had cleaned up for Riley last night. 

A good while passed, Riley had not left the room. Alex wasn't sure if she was still crying or not but couldn't hear anything coming from the bedroom other than the occasional sniffle. He stood from the couch, a stinging sensation suddenly shot up his leg causing him to audibly wince. "Ouch..." He hissed with an open mouth as he looked down at his leg gripping his stitches tightly. He took a few deep breaths, inhaling and exhaling slowly. Alex had sought medical treatment from one of Archer's contacts but even with his body's enhanced healing abilities it still acted up from time to time over the last couple of days. Mustering his resolve he walked to the bedroom door and pushed it open, looking in at Riley, "Good morning." He greeted her, unsure of what sort of response he would receive.