He's alone. The world has tossed him into an oblivion, he lives by his instincts, and there's almost nothing left for him. Benedict Cain is a hollowed-out shell of a human being. When an offer pits him against the very people he hates, Ben must betray his own moral code by helping an evil organization obtain an ancient artifact of untold power. The only thing standing between him and his goals is a mysterious man in a gas-mask. WARNING: Extremely strong language and graphic action sequences are present in this story. Reader discretion is advised. This is the second story in a continuing series called: The Age of Heroes

"You'll be fine?" I shrieked. "You just got freaking stabbed! You're letting out more blood than a girl on her period! You are not going to be fine! I have to call the police. No wait, I have to call an ambulance! Oh my God, why didn't I think of that before? Stupid, Genevi-" "Stop talking!" he growled, turning away. I wrung my hands together in panic, trying to calm myself down. "I can take care of this, kitten. Leave me alone. It's just a small wound. Not like I haven't been stabbed before." he muttered the last part. "What?!" "Leave." he growled. I stared at him, unable to close my mouth. I had never seen someone get stabbed before. Heck, I had never seen someone get into a fight before. Ever. The only violence I had experienced was in movies. It was unfortunate for me that I found out how I would react in a danger situation like this. And by react, I mean completely flip the hell out. *LANGUAGE WARNING*