Okay, so I changed my mind and made this scene a separate chapter again.

Disclaimer: I don't own anything related to Yu-Gi-Oh GX or Night World, I only own some of my personal touches.

'Man, that stinks!'

Jaden Yuki had seen a lot of witch lairs in the ten years since he became a hunter, but this was probably the most disgusting. He held his breath as he stirred the tattered cloth on the floor with the toe of his boot.

He could see the story in this filth as easily as if the perp had written out a confession, signed it, and tacked it up on the wall.

One witch. A rogue, an outcast that lived on the fringe of both the human and witch world. He probably moved cities every few weeks to avoid getting caught, looking like any other homeless guy on the streets.

Except for one thing; human homeless people wouldn't be hanging out at a Boston dock on a weeknight in early March.

'He brings his victims here,' Jaden deduced. 'The pier's deserted, private, he can take his time with them. Of course, he can't resist keeping a few trophies.'

He moved the stuff with his foot gently. A pink and blue knit baby jacket, a sash from a school uniform, a Spiderman tennis shoe.

All small.

All bloodstained.

There had been an outbreak of missing children recently. The police were never going to find them or figure out what happened to them.

But Jaden knew.

He felt his lips draw back in a scornful smile, knowing that the guy responsible was going to regret this.

He was aware of everything around him: the water splashing against the pier, the copper smell that was almost a taste, a night lit by a half-moon, even the light breeze on the back of his neck.

He was aware of all of it but focused on none of it.

When he heard an almost inaudible scratch behind him, he moved with the grace of a dancer taking his part in a ballet.

He pivoted his left foot, drawing his katana in the same motion. Without breaking his movement, he stabbed the witch square in the chest.

"Too slow." He said, exhaling in the form of a hiss.

The witch was skewered on his sword like a hot dog, struggling slightly to get away. He was dressed in filthy clothes and his hair was a stringy mess. His eyes were wide with surprise and anger, glowing slightly silver in the pale moonlight that filtered into the hideout. His hands clenched in a claw-like fashion, and Jaden could see a faint glow coming to them.

"Good luck with that," He said, knowing the witch was trying to muster up enough strength to cast a spell.

They struggled in vain a little longer before he went still, slumping forward.

Grimacing, Jaden pulled his sword out of the now-dead witch's chest. He then took out a cloth from his back pocket and carefully cleaned the blade.

His weapon was two and a half feet long, delicately curved with a narrow, sharp-angled tip. Designed to penetrate a body as efficiently as possible.

The sword slipped back into its sheath with a swift clink.

He then turned back to the body.

Jaden bent over him and reached into his back pocket once more. He pulled out a switchblade knife he'd had for years.

Very carefully, he carved a capital H onto the witch's forehead. "Not all heroes play by the rules."

It was a ritual for him to mark any witch he killed and say that one sentence. He'd done it ever since he killed his first witch when he was twelve.

It was in memory of his mother, who had always called him Little Hero. In memory of his five-year-old self, and the innocence he had lost.

He wasn't a noble hero, fighting for truth and justice and all that. He was more of a vigilante, he did the right thing but he followed his own rules.

'Well, all done.' Grunting, he grabbed the corpse by the back of its shirt and dragged it over to the edge of the pier.

He didn't feel like hauling it out to the fens, the marshes where most bodies were dumped. With a mental apology to the people trying to clean up the harbor, he gave a mighty heave and listened as it splashed in the water.

He started whistling as he emerged from the pier onto the street. 'Another night in Boston…'

He was in a good mood tonight. There was only one disappointment.

It wasn't the witch, the one he'd been looking for since he was five.

It had definitely been a rogue, one that stupidly prayed on kids close to human populations.

But it wasn't the rogue.

Jaden would never forget his face. And when he found him, he was finally going to have his revenge.

Until then, all he could do was shish-kabob any freaks dumb enough to get in his way.

I'll revise this as fast as I can.