Time is said to heal all wounds; however the truth is seldom uttered. Many years have passed since that swarthy day, a day which till this moment plagues and blight's Regnier's mind. As a child at the age of 12 he watched as his parents were slaughtered by a monster. That was six long years ago, yet still the nightmare prevailed. The wound yet to be closed. With stings of guilt and remorse he sought a higher path. His way of coupling with the misery fate wrought. Though he had always been big and strong for his age his father taught him never to strike out of spite. For an eye for an eye make's the whole world go blind. Word's which still ring in the back of his mind. Even now as he made his way to his humble shack he could recall those word's of wisdom. Vengeance was like a venom; corrupting one's soul as it tainted their being. In due time blooming one's own destruction. And though it is natural to desire justice...when taken into one's own hands their mind becomes clouded. A path which often causes one to dig their own grave. Still it was hard to sway from such natural tendencies. With the sun setting behind him Regnier was oblivious of the idle banter of this small town's locals. Only his thoughts and the sound of his foot steps resonating from the weather worn cobble street would grace him. at first glance he appeared to be ordinarily dull. Even he was ignorant of the power stirring within him; longing to be birthed. A power which attracted various apparitions. Even as a young boy he could see spirits and monster's. And though he could fathom not their names or purposes he knew which were benevolent and which harbored a more self serving and insidious agenda. Unbeknownst to him, even now from within shadow's grasp a spirit stalked him. Eye's bursting with gluttonous hunger for his soul. "Father....Mother....It has been years since that day. Yet still I feel guilt. Burdened by my weakness I could only watch as you were both murdered. I could apologize till my breath fails me. Yet still somehow it would not be enough to redeem my soul." Such heavy thought's weighed on his mind. Abruptly he would come to a halt. His gaze galloping toward the mouth of a narrow trash littered alleyway. He could see a young girl...a spirit being pushed into a corner by other spirits. With a heavy sigh of disgust he would make his way through it's narrow path with haste. Standing between this scene. Most failed to note such lost souls filled with confusion and pain. However being spiritually keen meant not only could he see them...but he could be harmed physically by them. "Move human!" The leader would bellow. As if his authority meant anything to Regnier. "I can't do that...I will not fight you but I will stand in your way. If you wish to harm this girl you must first get through me. However I implore you to withdraw." Regnier replied. Though it might seem he was antagonizing the ghost. In truth his intent was anything but that. The little girl would whimper, bruised unable to react. The three male spirits would clench their fist as a vile grin now plastered itself on each and everyone of their faces. "So be it..." The leader would bellow. What followed next would surprise most. Anyone who watched from afar and lacked the potent third eye would see nothing other then Regnier standing their as bruises and cut's began to manifest themselves on his face and frame. But those strong enough to take note would observe the three spirits wailing on him without clemency with their fist. All the meanwhile with an expressionless face and demeanor Regnier would unwaveringly take their assault. After a few minutes as the spirits tired the leader would chuckle. "So be it. This girls spirit energy is hardly worth the amount we've wasted on you. Men let us go for now. This martyr can't protect her forever..." After this much being said they would fade. Leaving Regnier with the lost child. "Thank you..." She muttered weakly. "Go...be safe. I can not grant you access to the afterlife. But for now you are safe. Just please be careful." Regnier replied...offering her a weak smile as blood dripped from the corners of his lips. "I'll try." she'd reply before running out of the alley disappearing into the crowd. With a limp and holding his bruised sides Regnier would make his way from the mouth of the alley. Taking the weather worn cobble road back to the abandon shack he called home. Having no parent's or family left in this world, Regnier was forced to live alone on the street. Showering at a friends house as he finished up his schooling. A lonely existence however one that made him strong yet humble. Gracious for what little he had. He often cherished the subtle things in life. As the sun had begun to fade behind the mountain range, he could be found sitting outside his front door on a cracked concrete slab. As if lost in a trace like state. "That little girl..." Pity and regret hung on his every word. He felt sad for her and regretted being weak and unable to help her other then by being a human shield. Tightly his fingers would clench his jeans as his hands rested on the meaty portion of his thighs.