Edward watched as Rin jumped up onto the roof of the building, which as he thought about it didn't really make much sense. A normal human, even one who could jump higher then most, would not be able to jump that high, no one on earth could jump that high with out some form of help, or being from another place. Edwards face would crush up a bit, as he tried to figure out how Rin could do such a thing. Even by cram school standards, how in the hell would he be able to jump that high.<br/><br/>The German was still trying to think of a way for the young man to be able to jump that high, when Rin jumped back down. He did catch that no one was up there, he just didn't say anything. Once fun was done, Edward looked to him. "Our stalker is still close that I can tell, though I do have one idea." He smiled, then pulled Rin away from there spot. Heading towards a large crowd of students.<br/><br/>As soon as the two got into the group of students, Edward let go of Rin, as the group walked along the street, a thick fog started to roll in around them, quickly making a lot of things very hard to see. "Rin, this way." Once more Edward grabbed Rin by the wrist and pulled him into a alley way. He would lay him self flat against the wall, waiting to see what would happen with there stalker, hoping he would pass by the two and of course the alleyway.<br/><br/>Edward watched as the life source of their stalker passed by, with a small smirk the tall man moved from the dark alley. Deadly silent as he started to move behind the man, after he was a foot or so behind the stalker, he would hook the long scythe around the mans neck. Pulling it so the steel bit into his neck, Edward then pulled it on a bit harder to stop him. Walking a bit closer to the man, placing a hand on his shoulder. "Hello there, I believe you have been following us."<br/><br/>In all truth, ed had no clue if he had the right guy. He wasn't use to his abilities yet, thus making them a bit unreliable. Much like the situation before him, as he held on what he believes to be the stalker, he could feel his life source start to drain out of him and into himself. Like those who actually choose the path that he now walks along, Edward can steal the life source, or force as some call it, from others, usually they are the dying, but Edward didn't know how to control it as well yet. So he took his hand from the mans shoulder, hoping he didn't weaken him to much.