Neither dead nor alive

             Traffic cameras. Record.                                 Security networks. Record. Motherfucking weather balloons, spy satellites, Google Earth. Record.

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“I like trouble. It’s kinda my thing. Luck and unluck.” He said as he twirls his cane around before he smashed it against the ground. Well the bottom part.

"Fair enough." He personally didn't like leaving things to luck but to each their own suppose, especially if it was something that could be used to one’s advantage. He smirked a little, one corner of his mouth curling slightly.

“I work outside their little club. I have problems of my own. Plus I don’t particularly work for anyone. He may have revived me but I’m not his bitch.” He said as he slams his cane to the ground,“like I said. I have my own issues. One of them is finding my killer.”

That sounded actually promising. Result of extraterrestrial meddling or not, this guy did have a right to be on Earth, and as such doing what he did best might not be out of the question...

“I wasn’t trying to disguise myself first off, second, I am human. I was just reborn into the guardian of luck. My true name is Nicholas Leonard Patrick. I added the Saint part when I came back.” He explained as he sat down.

“News flash - humans don’t get reborn. Not into humans anyway.” He let out a dry, cynical laugh before gesturing upwards to the sky where thick clouds blocked the moon. (He wouldn’t even be out here if the whole night wasn’t supposed to be overcast - he’d learned the hard way where disregarding his paranoid ticks led.)

Patrick noticed the sand and rolls his eyes before he mutters,“show off.”

Patrick then noticed a couple walking towards the pond. He takes his cane out and aims it at the couple before the cylinder part of the cane turns black and black dust shoots out. Hitting the man. Before long, the man fell into the pond with the girl and they started laughing before they look at each other and they kiss.

He watched the other’s antics passively, even with some disappointment. He really should have just accepted the fact after hearing the name - when had he ever attracted anyone normal?

“So you’re not a human after all. Good disguise, you managed to get me hoping that the name was just your parents’ idea of a homage.”

“Bloodied sky huh? Never heard of such an effect.” He said as he slowly stood up and groans as he cracks his back,“ugh…im getting old quicker then I thought.” He joked as he looks down at the man.

“Ah, might be a different term in proper English, I never did bother to learn all the idioms. So many dialects of it all around the world.” He smiled, shrugging apologetically.

No sign of his target quite yet, but the night was still young. It would show up, just as soon as the children in the apartment complexes in the area started falling asleep. In the meanwhile he couldn’t resist responding to Patrick’s joke with a grin.