The sirens were already sounding in the dark passageway. He ran, but couldn't get very far without attracting the attention of the policemen. 

"Damn, they thought I was him…" he thought, while he ran as fast as he could, dodging trashcans like an expert. He was well known for escaping dangerous situations, but this one may had proven to be a little too difficult. As he was turning right though the alley, he heard the loud sound of a gunshot against the wall.

"He barely missed me… normally cops don't shoot at sight. It's a difficult case, this one." He said to himself "I will need to take desperate measures" He then took an extreme detour, confusing his followers. When he saw some stairs al his left he jumped and grabbed them with surgical precision, and got to the roof almost immediately. He then closed his eyes and concentrated, his body starting to shiver madly. The lights on the street seemed to dim a little, and suddenly, the police took a different path, leaving him alone. Up there, in the darkness of the roof, he turned invisible.

"¿Why did you die, Red? Seeing your body on the floor was just too much for me. You were always cautious, even to a fault" He thought as he kept trembling, as if he was taken by an extreme fever "When I heard you were being followed I came to help you, but I was just too late. Please, tell me your message…"
His thoughts then changed. He thought about moments before, when he arrived to than creepy and dark house. He remembered the windows were shattered, the pieces scattered through the floor. On the center, nonetheless, it was clear. The red rug was clearly visible. 

"He must have run, as some shards were a bit far from the broken window" the shadow thought "and must have gotten to the stairway. I saw blood there, but not enough to kill him. I was worried so I rushed to the door. I saw him there, murmuring strange words. I think he saw me, and tried to get up. I promptly stopped him. He smiled at me, his final goodbye. He had a wound on his shoulder, yet no blood was flowing…"

His thoughts were interrupted by a loud sound. Someone had arrived on the roof. He didn't move: he was confident that he was practically invisible while he used his powers. He was wrong, because a fast punch came his way and knocked him out of his thinking position. There he was, dressed in a blue tux, smiling smugly.

"You!" said the shadowy figure, recovering from the first shock "You were the one!"
He then got up, and started shivering again, but with twice the intensity. It was like the whole city was dark: no light could be seen in any angle. Most of the people still awake near the area thought they were going blind. 

But Navy (as this was the color of his suit) was expecting that, so he just stood still and shot him. The shadow didn't even dodge, he was confident his powers would protect him, but he was wrong. The bullet pierced reality like it was a piece of paper, but he didn't feel any pain. Feverish as he was, that just didn't happen. He changed his strategy and transformed himself into Navy's shadow. Even he couldn't predict his movement, so he was soon enveloped, and what is a man without a shadow? Contrary to popular belief, you don't get to be pure. You just lose your balance, and your consciousness starts to fade. 

Before falling, Navy smiled. The shadow knew why. Soon, he also fell to the ground, in pain. The bullet had pierced his arm. Now he knew why Red died, and how. Those bullets killed everything they hit, no matter how shallow the wound. 

"I just won't surrender… I won't die. I'll avenge you Red, and discover why you were killed."

In a last effort, the shadow enveloped his body in the darkness, and disappeared.