You ever watch the static on a TV screen that almost has the correct signal? Fizzing pictures in and out trying to give the viewer the best it can while staying on the chosen station. Klineman's mind emulated that. Sounds of tape being stretched out and torn from it's original roll. Accompanied with his own hectic breathing to give his mind almost too much to process in his current state. His eyelids began to rise and fall as his body began to reset his system of sorts.

	"...so many years...Freak!...family..." words would echo over miles to reach the good Doctor's ears. He caught snippets of the scene his life currently played out in this horrific moment. The rising and falling of his head let him see some behind the scene footage of what was occurring. Somehow he had moved from his recliner to one of his desk chairs. Wait not somehow, this man was doing this!

	"If you want money," struggling to catch his breath as the bonds that held his arms to the chair and stomach to the back seat gave him little room to breath, "Their is a safe in the..." One last piece of tape spread over his mouth silencing him for the moment.

	Chance had stayed bent over in front of him, blood red eyes locked with the doctor's through his mask, hands practically grafted to the forearm's of Klineman. "I will never want, beg, nor need your blood money you psychopath!"

	That was rich coming from the stranger that bound me to this spot. Tears began to well up behind the mask and stream down Chance's face. "Dr. Klineman saves another child from death's grasp! Dr. Klineman aids in the successful rehabilitation of a child! Dr. Klineman and a kid this! Dr. Klinman and a kid that!" Chance reached into his pocket, spun out a butterfly knife and plunged it deep into the Doctor's leg. "In this life we have so many 'Chances' to fix things. Everyone should have the ability to reconcile for their actions! Not you Klineman you sick fuck! Not you." 

	An orchestra of muffled screams attempted to drown Chance's words out as Klineman writhed in pain. The masked demon would stand upon his soap box again, "It all makes so much more sense now! The city couldn't be covered in people like me? Not everyone gets to be so lucky like me do they? To survive your 'Miracle' drug!"

	This was the answer to the plot twist. The man standing before Dr. Klineman was that Lucas kid. Their only success. Thoughts were beginning to get harder to string together. He had never been stabbed before so the sensation was not only alarming to his being but caused a rush of adrenaline that terrified him. With a swift tear, the tape was removed from the Doctor's mouth. "How many died?! Tens, hundreds?! How fucking many sins do you have to repent for?!"

	Klineman would join this lunatic in shedding tears. "I don't remember man! I don't fucking remember! It was so long ago and Ahhhhhhh!" A scream was let out again as Chance removed the knife and plunged it into the other leg. 

	"Liar! I bet you remember ever last one of them! Why would you choose to be so generous now huh?! Why would you choose to try and show such a good face to society from a past that reeks of deceit and torture?! Because of you," ripping the knife out of his leg as an exclamation point, "I had no family anymore! Adjusting to a life of not knowing up from down! I was 15 you bastard! Praying on the downtrodden and poor because they have no where else to turn...I swear to god you will know ever ounce of..."

	[b]Knock, Knock, Knock[/b] "Hun, why is the door jammed? Can you let me in please? Hunny, are you watching one of your cop dramas again?! You better not be watching the new episode without me!" 

	Time was up, the wife was home. [i]Shit, she can't come now? Why now?![/i] Chance would think as he slapped another strip of clean tape onto the Doctor's mouth. "We can't all get what we want can we? I can't get my answers, however," the gun met with the center of the wretched Demon's cold heart, "I can find some solace in this." Not one, not two, but fifteen thunderous rounds from his 5-7 would ring out in the apartment. Every one of the shots came with a stronger trigger squeeze to follow. 

	Glass could be heard crashing the hallways as Klineman's wife dropped a floral arrangement onto the ground. "Oh my god! Baby! What is going on?! Baby answer me?!" she began to bang on her neighbor's doors screaming for help from anyone willing to give it. 

	Chance had to go.

	Shoving the rolling desk chair to the side he launched out the fire escape and made his way to the street below. Tripping every few steps while his body continued to push blood through at the speed of light. Every passing person's eyes were on him as he dropped to the alley way. Or so Chance's mind would have him believe.

	[i]How could someone live with that bastard? He must have lied. He must have never shared his work history with her. Oh this feels good, no, this feels fucking great! I need to go though, I need to go now![/i] 

	Making his way to the sidewalk he tried his best to integrate with the crowd passing by. Ripping the mask off his face and shoving it into his dark grey satchel. [i]Hope no one saw that, I need to get somewhere to collect myself and fast.[/i]