Be The Hero You Need Yourself

The runaway was just within reach, just a little more speed and he would be caught. The masked man used what was rest of his adrenaline and pushed himself to gain on him. "Just a little further" he muttered, arm out reached to grab ahold. And then it all went dark.

Blinding lights awoke the man, his eyes stinging with the strength of the light, head pounding and throat dry. With a cough, he arose from where he was lying, slowly opened his eyes and had a look around. Nothing was familiar; the roses on the window ledge, the smokey grey rug under the coffee table, the leather couch he was laying on. His pounding head didn't help him try to analyse his whereabouts.

"Oh your awake."

Startled, his head whipped round to the doorway where a brunette woman stood. About 5"4, guessing around 180lbs, dimples in her cheeks.

"Sorry didn't mean to alarm you, I made you some soup." She said sheepishly, carefully treading over to the table as to not alarm the man any more.

The male watched her every move, on edge. Just waiting for her to turn on him and try to attack. Then he remembered, eyes shooting wide as he touched his face and breathed out a sigh of relief. His mask was still intact.

"Why didn't you-"

"Why didn't I remove your mask? I assume it's for privacy, so what use would that be to abuse that? you want to remain anonymous, then so be it. I wouldn't impead on that. Names Jade by the way, don't feel obliged to tell me yours." She said with a slight smile before walking away.

"Thank you... Jade." He voiced, a smile passing over his lips