Who Are You?

         The wind blew across the roof top, cutting like spears of ice. We felt nothing. The hired gun had his rifle set, the scope no doubt focusing on the poor woman who had seen the wrong thing at the wrong time. We had to move fast if we were going to stop this.

         I looked at him as Quiet Mouse kept us hidden. I was within arm's reach of him. I couldn't do anything since the Mouse was too afraid of conflict. And if I pulled the Mouse from the Foreground, then we lost our stealth. That's the problem with having to rely on one Persona.

         He was not that big. Fairly average looking guy. Not surprising. Last thing a hit man needs is to be easily recognized. I figured I was a bit bigger than him, and any of us could probably take him in a fight. The question was, who could do it fast.

         I considered letting The Mocker take care of this, but he would take too long, and risk the shot getting off. The Mathematician could have subtracted the heat energy need to fire the gun, but he wouldn't be interested in such a mundane problem. Darksoul was fighting too hard to get at this guy. I couldn't trust him at all. In the end, it had to be me, the Facilitator. I had to come to the Foreground and take control of the body.

         I felt the familiar feeling of leaping forward, back to my own skull. I could hear the ever present comments of The Others in the background, but I had to ignore them. The Mocker was whining that I never let him have any fun. Again.

         The hit man was just moving to take hold of the trigger when I said, "Cold night to be out here. Must be an important job."

         He let go of the rifle and spun at me. His eyes were wide, as if he'd seen a ghost. Not surprising, since until a second ago, I hadn't been there as far as he was concerned.

         He pulled a knife and lunged at me, since I was only a foot from him. Luckily all of us are faster and stronger than people who aren't Khaos enhanced. I blocked the blow and sent the knife sailing away. Lucky for me he didn't want to draw attention, or he could have just shot me. Some of the Personas may be able to bounce bullets, but not me.

         I grabbed him by the collar a lifted him to my eyes. He was shaken and stammered out, "Who are you?"

         My gaze tore into his brain, and as he sensed a thousand pairs of eyes gazing back at him I said, "We are Legion. We are many."

         Then I brought Quiet Mouse back out to cover my retreat. The man's screams would attract attention we didn't want. We blended back into the shadows and went home for the night.