Eternity looked aross the street. All the buildings looked the same, a little more wore down though. There were less furs too, more cars. He'd never seen a place look so bad in all his life, it wasn't that bad visually but it had this vibe about it that made him shiver. But, this vibe wasn't new to him because he;d spent most of his life here.

At the orphanage.

It loomed over him like a monster, deep, dark, dank, depressing. He didn't know if he should go knock on the door or just go back the way he came. Durok in the meantime was practically jumping for joy, if little voices inside your head could jump for joy. It wasn't the normal jump of joy, or feeling of happyiness for those of you readers who started with this Bloody Memories before reading the other eight. Durok was the little voice inside his head, which at points took over Eternity's body and killed for the fun of it. Durok, as far as Eternity knew has killed about fourteen furs. Just with his body. Eternity started up the steps of the small orphanage, slowly. The big double doors looked old, and yet held strong. 

 Open it! Open it! Open the door!!!! Durok screamed inside his head.

 Eternity took a shaky hand and knocked on one big door, footsteps could be heard and whispering. The fur who opened the door was wearing a jacket with a weird symbol on it, and he looked at Eternity angerly. 

"What do you want?" The big fur asked, staring. Eternity felt a tick inside his head. Durok didn't like such disrespect and that tick was the first sign of this whole thing ending badly.

"I grew up here. I want to come inside." Eternity said, giving a cold look to this fur who simply turned around. The fur moved out of the way letting Eternity walk in. The place was a wreck, it looked okay from the outside but on the inside it looked terrible. No one had cleaned on what looked like years, and Eternity suddenly realized coming here was a big mistake. He heard the unmistakable voice of one fur from behind him. The voice sounded like his throat had beeen cut, and then he heard the also unmistakable cackle of his first enemy.

Durk.

"So you've come crawling back to this place huh?" Durk cackled. Eternity turned around to see Durk standing behind him along with about ten other furs, all of them wearing the same jacket with the same symbol. Eternity realized that this was a gang, a hornets nest. And now Eternity stood right in the middle of the nest. He was inside their home, their surrounds, not his own which gave them and advantage. Some had bats, some had guns. But, Durk had that knife, the same one Eternity had used to cut his throat open so many years ago.

"I haven't crawled back. I also haven't come empty handed." Most of the gang members laughed, Durk had a look of fear and realization. Durk pointed at Eternity.

"You've still got it, don't you." Durk asked, his voice slightly shaky. Eternity used his fear to his advantage and spoke with a voice made of stone.

"I've still got it. I've had time to practice too." That was a lie, Eternity couldn't control Durok at all usually. But, it was weird Durok was un-usually quiet, Eternity could still feel the ticks inside his head. It told him that Durok was waiting to see how this would play out, like a chess game.

"Get him! Tie him down! Put him in the basement NOW!!!" Durk yelled as all the furs charged Eternity. Eternity could only laugh, feeling Durok slowly waiting for the time to strike.