Wraith put the pages down and took a moment for his thoughts. Most of the stories he had never heard about. London was like that though. A world in of itself.
"I saw him once." Wraith glanced up and saw Darknight stood by the door.
"Who?" Wraith asked.
"The kid." He then sat next to Wraith like he was giving confession. "It was during the 80's when Thatcher let the greed of America into the country. I was on patrol down in the city. Had a lot of reports of yuppies getting mugged."
Outside a police car went racing past, its siren wailed like a new born baby. For a second Wraith saw Darknight flair up, his eyes went wide and focused. But then his shoulders slumped and he went back to looking like what he was.
A dying old man.
"It was late maybe 3 AM. I was near China wharf. When I saw this blue mist appear in front to me." He shook his head with the memory. "It took me off guard. That was until I saw what was in that mist."
For a long time, he stared at the floor lost in the memory.
"The same." He finally said. "They all looked the same. Like it had just happened. The kid was still fighting them. After all those years. He never gave up."
From the kitchen the smoke alarm suddenly went off. Wraith and Darknight both looked up at the same time.
"Ah bloody hell." Darknight said and raced towards the kitchen. "It's ok just stay there Wraith. I got this."
Five minutes later he came back in the room. "It's more burnt than Hitler's moustache."
"Are you going to write anymore? You left out a lot of years." Wraith said.
"Who knows probably not? I'm just an old memory. Someone their dad used to read about." Darknight then clapped his hands. "All this doom and gloom it's enough to kill you."
He raised a finger. "Almost forgot." And rushed out of the room. A minute later he came back with a box and handed it to Wraith. "A gift." he said proudly.
Wraith took it. "I seem to be having lots of gifts lately."
"Well this one's from me, old friend." Said Darknight.
Wraith opened the box. Inside was a plain looking key. "It opens most locks." Darknight said. "I should have given it to you sooner but it's done now."
"Thank you." Wraith said and slipped it into his pocket.
For a moment there was an uncomfortable silence.
"You know about the devil don't you." Wraith said finally.
"Everyone who's worth their salt knows he's coming. I'm just sorry I won't be here to help you."
Wraith stood up, he needed air. He needed something. "I'll call again soon ok." He said hurriedly.
Darknight stood up; they shook hands old school style.
Outside Wraith lingered on the doorstep. Their eyes met for just a moment. "Good luck." Darknight whispered before slowly shutting the door.
Wraith got into his car and felt like driving to the ends of the earth. Why is everyone expecting me to be the hero? He thought.
Why?
His emotions swirled round like never before. It felt like a gulf of despair had opened up in his heart.
It was then that he decided to finally visit his mother.