AN: This fanfic is unrelated to "Its Not Over" and does veer in a different direction. Raizo has betrayed the Ozunu Clan and must now find his own foundation and purpose in life. However, contrary to what he believes he is not alone. The story picks up from the rooftop where Raizo plunges into the water. Reviews are welcome thanks much :-)

Raizo hit the icy cold water and began to sink to the bottom. All the life in him seemingly gone. Suddenly his decent is blocked, as if aided by a supernatural force, and he begins to rise to the surface. Once on top Raizo regains consciousness but does not excert any energy allowing the tide to float him ashore. Raizo never knew this amount of pain existed. Even the maniacal beatings by Ozunu paled in comparison. There wasn't a part of his body that was not in excruciating pain.

The tide carried Raizo ashore where he lay motionless before his brain kicked in gear. He had to move but where was he going? Raizo stood on shaky legs and looked around for a hiding place. His eyes fixed on a large florescent lit cross that seemed to illuminate the night sky. Raizo didn't know why he was drawn to it but he knew he'd find safety there. His instincts and years of training took over as he made his way toward the cross, its light guiding him like a beacon. Soon Raizo found himself pushing open the large doors to the building. Raizo entered, his blood sinking into the deep red carpeted floor as he stumbled to the front of the room drawn yet again to another cross. This cross was different from the obviously larger cross that had drawn him in. There was a man on this cross. His arms stretched from end to end secured in place by nails as were his feet. The expression on the face of the statuette was that of pain and agony. How many lives had this man taken to be deserving of such a gruesome death? Raizo thought to himself as he grew faint and his blood pooled at his feet. And what would be his punishment for the blood shed at his hands? Perhaps, it was already upon him, Raizo thought as the cross before him began to blur and the room spin as he collapsed to the floor.

Raizo was under attack. He openened his eyes and saw a blur of faces moving in and out of his sight. Their weapons stinging his skin as they attacked and bound him. He tried to fight them off but they were too strong and he was too weak, the darkness overtook him.

The nun looked at the attractive Asian male laying in the bed. They'd found him two nights ago covered in blood. He had a large gash across his abdomen as if someone had attempted to slice him in two, and there were deep gashes all over his body. It was a miracle he'd survived. As innocent as he looked there was an edge of harshness about him mingled with purity. He had a purpose, a God given purpose by the looks of it, or else he'd be dead by now. She only prayed he'd live long enough to fulfill it. The nun reached out to apply a medicinal ointment to his wounds only to find her arm caught in a merciless grip. She looked at his face and found herself looking into the eyes of someone with deadly intentions.

"It's ok, my name is Sister Olivia. We found you two nights ago and we've been taking car of you. I only want to dress your wounds." Sister Olivia said as she watched the cold deadly eyes soften and he released his grip on her. Sister Olivia began to dress his wounds, his steely gaze watching her. It was as if he were prepared to strike should she do anything out of order. She knew his wounds were painful but he never flinched or showed any signs of pain, his face remained expressionless. Sister Olivia finished and thought she heard him sigh but looking at his stoic expression she must have been mistaken. She watched as he closed his eyes and drifted back to sleep which was understandable. He'd lost a lot of blood and was very weak. She sat at his bedside and wondered who could have done this to him and why?