ARC 3—CHAPTER 0: PROLOGUE

The times of darkness are afoot, a remote mediaeval village pillaged by rats, the black death scavenging around at every corner. Clouds of black roaring the skies, crows feasting on the diseased corpses, and the lake next to the village was stained by a tar-like substance, it seems as if this was the end. To the bodies of the rotting dead, to the people slowly dying in their homes, the people who once filled this wondrous village are now almost wiped from the earth. Somehow there’s a glimmer of hope in this village, that being a couple of survivors, though they haven’t stepped foot out of a home they’re seeking shelter in some time, roughly a week. The fear of meeting their certain doom made them become enclosed in this home that used to belong to the town's doctor who’s not here.

From death to misery, the last of the village people being four men, four women and two children, they were waiting for this disaster to end. The four women were sitting on chairs surrounding a single square table with a single candle lit. The men, one stood near the door, the other behind his wife who had blonde hair hazel eyes, another seated on the floor, and the last man stood in front of the seated women with balled fists.

As the town's stench made them cover their noses, coughed, the man standing, having messy brown hair and built like a lumberjack, deeply sighed and spoke. “Everyone, I think it’s time we leave our beloved town.”

“No!” Another man replied. “We must wait for the doctor to return, he’ll save us from this unknown plague.” The one man objecting is the tallest, had blonde hair, and was guarding the door with a sword.

The brown haired man walked up to the guarding man, grabbing his shoulder. “My friend, we’ve waited here for a week, one doesn’t think he’ll return. The temperatures are dropping rapidly, food is becoming scarce, we can’t wait another day, we must go.”

He grunted and sighed. “You are right, but have faith in the doctor, he’s our saviour, we must believe in his return.”

A woman with brown hair and green eyes stood up. “He’s right, he cured everyone of their illnesses before. We have to have faith in the doctor, he’ll return with a cure for this one too, I just know he will.”

The man standing behind his wife squinted his eyes. “What if he doesn’t return, then what? What will become of us, especially my beloved here…” He grabbed his wife's shoulders who looked to be in severe sorrow. “We’ve already lost our daughter who disappeared from us a week ago, if we don’t leave now, then we will soon be consumed by the darkness consuming our town.”

Everyone looked at each other, moaning and lowering their heads in feeling things might get worse. The man with the sword lowered the weapon, and ground his teeth, and the other man grunted, nodding.

“He’s correct everyone, we have to leave, but more so for the sake of the children that are asleep in the other room.” Everyone glimpsed at each other and nodded, but the two individuals who still had faith in the doctor didn’t. “Now, shall we go or—?” Suddenly, a horrid wail erupted in the town streets.

Everyone stood on edge, the men went to the front, the women ran to the back except for two, that being the blonde and the brunette. One of the men opened one of the shutters and saw a gust of darkness being blown past his face. Quickly he shut the shutters and felt afraid. The man with the sword took a stance at the door, feeling ready for anything, but they all soon realised this was not normal after they settled their emotions enough.

“What in bloody hell was that?!” The brown haired man said with a distraught face.

The man who closed the shutters gripped his chest and looked terrified. “I-I don’t know, that cry then gust of black, something’s not right!”

The man with the sword squinted his eyes. “Whatever it is, it’s unholy and might be the cause of this disaster.” A horrid wail reaped, everyone in the house were absolutely terrified. “Everyone stay quiet, let's all be relaxed, and wait for this black demon to breeze past us without our notice.”

They did as they were told. Everyone stood still, didn’t say a word nor trickle a breath, everyone was absolutely silent. In the back room the children had awoken from that cry and were told to not move a muscle. They cling onto their mothers, waiting, and letting this silence playout while being disrupted by those distorted cries of sorrow ravaging the streets. Seconds that went by felt like minutes, minutes that went by felt like hours as those wails of haunting agony continued until they came to a sudden stop.

The browned hair man whispered to the sword wielding man. “Wh-What happened? Are we in the clear now?”

The swordsman gulped. “I-I don’t know, perhaps we are.”

The two women glanced at each other and proceeded to walk to the backroom when suddenly the single lit candle’s flame was blown out, turning the room completely dark. The door bursts open, knocking the men away from it from the powerful force behind it. The women, children screamed as gusts of cold air blew inside, crows cawed angrily from the outside, their black feathers blew in as a stranger with hair as long as his face stood at the entranceway, wearing ripped clothing of the middle ages, dripping black from his mouth and had hollowed out eyes.

The men got up and grabbed whatever they could to fight the black demon terrifying them. One man, who was the husband of the blonde woman, had a chair, another grabbed a long hard plank, the last grabbed an axe being the brown haired man. The swordsman was the first to attack, screaming out a war cry as the other men charged too. The other two women who weren’t in the backroom with the children hurried back to them. One man charged the black demonic man with a chair, slamming it against its head first before the swordsman. As it shattered, a black misty aura appeared around the monster, pulsing darkness all around them to the town streets, and to afar. The men froze in place, but the one who attacked first got his chest pierced all the way through by a jagged gooey like spear, dripping black and his own blood from the tip.

“No!” shouted the lumberjack looking man.

The swordsman watched his fellow mate stand there, dying slowly and making sounds of pain. “You-You Devil!”

The impaled man stood as his blood splattered on the ground while that unknown black slime retracted out of his chest and faded away into the demon's aura of black mist. He fell face first, dead. The other man, a younger fellow, tried running away but was blasted by a gust of black from that aura of his. He screamed, covering his face as he was drastically turned into charred meat. Falling dead flat on the ground, the last two men standing clenched their teeth and briefly looked at each other.

Glaring back at the demon, the brown haired man raised his fist in anger. “You-You demonic monster, I’ll have your head!” He raised the axe in his other hand and got ready for his charge.

“We have to protect the women and children, otherwise who else will tell the rest of our civilization that this thing exists.” said the swordsman.

The brown haired man replied with a frightened grin. “Well, at least one doesn’t have to die alone by this black Devil.”

The two briefly chuckled, readying themselves to fight him head on. As they were ready for one final charge, the dark individual spoke in a distorted, broken, scratchy voice. “Even… Despite, your fear of dying, it still strengthens a bond between individuals… more so without usage.”

Hearing his eerie voice froze their bone marrow and made the men too afraid to even move anymore.

“I was like that, before—though selfish, mistrusting, Hehehehe…” The black demon lowered its head. “My humanity is no more, but one remembers how it felt, being loved. Wait?! I still am, being loved, bwahaha!”

The black demonic man slowly raised one of his hands, dragging it across his face and dug two of its pointy slimy fingers into one of its eye sockets. He seemed to be digging into it, twirling, making squishy revolting sounds that made the men squeamish. Finally it took out its fingers but had something gripped onto them. The men threw up and looked away as it held what appeared to be a molten human eyeball.

The swordsman wiped his mouth with his massive forearm and coughed. “Absolutely wretched!”

The brown haired man puked one last time and wiped his mouth as well. “What in God’s name did it pull out?”

The demon rubbed that leftover of a human eye with its hand and then slapped itself on its right eye socket. It groaned then swiped away some of the black substance covering his face, revealing a bloodshot eye filled with black vessels. He glanced around until his cornea rolled backwards and he brought out another cry.

The two men covered their ears as well as the people in the back room.

“How, how-how absolutely beautiful!” he shouted and tilted his head, “I-I-I-I—!” The demon's head was erratically moving around, seeming distorted from how fast it was doing it.

The swordsman had enough and charged despite being terrified. “I’ll shut your trap and bring an end to this black mass that you’re inflicting upon my town!”

He swung the sword, making aim for the demon's neck.

“For the people you’ve murdered, this blow is for the doctor, but more importantly—” He drove the sword right against the demon's neck, starting to slice across as black goo flew everywhere. “For God!”

Shouting in victory as he completely sliced through his neck, black goo flying everywhere, the swordsman finished his killing blow and panted as the demon stood still. Its head came off, bouncing off the ground and the man with brown hair chuckled in disbelief.

He quickly went to the swordsman’s side and grabbed his shoulder. “You-You did it! Why you absolute stupidly brave hero!” He stuck two fingers into his mouth and whistled to the people in the backroom. “He killed the demon its—”

But as he was looking back at the swordsman, the demon's body was still standing. The aura had disappeared but his body still stood there, doing nothing but leaking darkness everywhere from where its head once was.

The swordsman got ready again just in case it attacked on its own. He gripped the sword tightly and held it forward. “This-This isn’t normality, but a freak of nature we’re first witnessing.”

“What in God’s name, how come it hasn’t fallen, its corpse?!”

The brunette woman came back to them with a cross, made of the Holiest stone, which resembled that of marble. “Here, perhaps this might do the trick if it really is a demon.”

The brown haired man grabbed it and observed it. “This cross looks remarkably expensive, and feels heavy, where'd you get this?”

“The doctors room where the rest are hiding in. It was on his desk, and it glowed once that thing stepped in.”

The brown haired man nods. As everyone took a glance at the cross, it began glowing again, and the demon's corpse started moving on its own. Everyone backed away as much as they could, laughter ensued but from the demon's head lying on the ground. All three watched as the body moved and went to its severed head. It reached its vile arms out, grabbed its head, slowly raising it to where it belongs and lightly hovering it over the hole still leaking black. Then, black arterry’s reached out of the hole in its neck like splintered strings and attached themselves to the head. Lowering its arms to its sides, and the black strings slowly reversing with a creaky, stretchy rubbery noise it made while putting the head back in place, he stopped its laughter and groaned. After being put back on the neck and moulting the skin back, the demon gave himself a nice twist on its neck and titled his head upwards.

He let out a soft groan filled with emotional pain. “I-I-I… envy all of you. One wished it could share such a bond, though it is, but in a way one didn’t want to, but—!” He tilted his head forward to glare at the people still standing before him with that one vile eye of his. “I deserve this torment, for tricking, being lustful, this is my consequence for being the most selfish one in this world…”

The swordsman had enough and charged again, but quickly he was stopped in place by nothing. “Wh-What on earth?”

The brown haired man charged too with the cross in his hand and the axe in the other. “Taste God’s might you demon!”

The demon raised a palm, shooting a gust of black to him but it was deflected by a barrier of unknown light. The demon slightly gasped and the brunette woman cheered him on as the brown haired man charged him dead on. The black demon transformed his right arm to a spear of slime and drove his arm forward. The brown haired man stopped as soon as he saw that sharp shape of black coming at him, but when it did reach his vicinity the demon's arm was blown back by that barrier.

Everyone was left dumbfounded. The woman couldn’t help but smile with relief, the brown haired man clenched that cross tighter with confidence, and the swordsman, who got freed went beside the brown haired man.

The swordsman chuckles. “I told you the doctor’s amazing. One thinks he might be our saviour reincarnated.”

The brown haired man brought out a grin. “Sorry for doubting the doctor. If he could cure our people easily then pose such a holy item that deflects demons like this, then one doesn’t doubt that he might be the son of God!”

The two men readied themselves and charged towards the demon. The two shouted and together they drove their instruments at the demon, stabbing him in the torso and neck. The demon only stood with a face of disbelief. The cross, embedded into his chest, started glowing bright red and brightened the room entirely, blinding everyone. The cross got so bright and hot that the men had to back away and let go of their weapons from the heat it was shooting out. Light twirled around like a blade of circling death, heat shot out with intense winds, enough to start a fire on the wood walls of the home. The men ran away and went to go grab the women and children who were screaming in terror and clinging onto their mothers.

Together the men shouted, “Out now!” and let the women and children leave first. The group of innocence stayed together as they ran past the black demon who was engulfed by heated white light. Unfortunately as they were close to the door, one of the children along with one of the women were vaporised by a sudden whip of black that came from the demon. The three screamed and quickly grabbed the last child and ran out while the men stayed behind.

The blonde haired woman before leaving saw her husband dead on the ground. With the child in her arms she came to a stop and shouted, “Avenge my beloved!” To the men.

The two with their faces drenched in sweat nodded, and raised their fists. She ran out to regroup with the other women and quickly looked back at the house that was engulfed in flames now.

Her eyes bugged out in anger as she saw the flames growing taller. “Killith thee! Make it pay for ruining the lives of all and purging our town into darkness! You hear me!”

The brunette woman joined in too as she held the only childs hand. “Do it for the doctor and avenge our town, may God bless your souls!”

The last woman who was middle aged was too busy glancing around to chime into their outbursts of motivation. Instead she had the look of terror on her face. Her eyes bugged out, mouth wide open, she let out a scream from the horrific sights her eyes were witnessing. The other women went to her to calm her down but she put her hand out and ran away. As she ran and screamed the crows that were cawing and just sitting on top of the homes and corpses of the dead cawed louder. She stopped and quickly her vicinity was engulfed in a tornado of black. The poor woman was being pecked to death by the crows. One crow pecked her eye and pulled it out, another ripped her ear off and as she fell on the ground swiping her surroundings they pecked her abdomen to reveal her steamy innards.

“No! No! Help me!” The woman shouted, but alas she succumbed to her feathery death.

The birds started eating her flesh and their eyes glowed purple. The other women and child ran to another home in front of the chaos for shelter. The men inside the home were coughing and started losing their vision from the bright light that hurt their eyesight. But the two were determined and waited for the demon to succumb to the light that it was withering into. The light got brighter, the winds grew more intense, so intense that it blew apart the home, the flames and the men away. They fell on their backsides and into the streets. The two groaned as they got up and watched the lightshow turn brighter than the sun until his voice came out of it—

“One has already come across such strength and… overcame it, easily.” The light fades out and the demon stands there with the cross still stuck into his chest.

The brown haired man stands up and is baffled. “N-No… wh-what does it mean by saying it’s already experienced such a thing?”

The swordsman only sat up and watched the horror of the black demon stand there, looking at nothing. “Is-Is there no beating it then?”

The black demon brought his stare to the men and grabbed the cross. “A tough battle fought years ago, but only tough to those that stood my way, that being four individuals.” He ripped the cross out and crushed it in his hand. “But the last one standing, I feel most bad for, because my actions aren’t mostly my own but my thoughts at times.”

The men felt hopeless and didn’t say a word, only making sounds of defeat.

The demon took his stare to the sky and let out another cry, making the crows fly away and then raised his hands to the sky. “I’m sorry, truly, I am, but may you all rest in a slumber where you don’t have to endure my punishment!” He let out another cry and the men saw his aura explode once again.

They both heard the women shout at them and the two ran to where they were taking shelter. The demon closed his hands and an explosion of absolute darkness burst out, engulfing the town. Homes blown away, corpses vaporised, bricks decimated, everything in this dead town was almost wiped in the blink of an eye. The aftermath left a crater of stretched earth where the demon stood, debris of leftover wood, stone and brick, but miraculously the house the people took shelter in was still standing but barely.

The demon looked forward and saw the home but partially destroyed it with a confused tilt. The people inside were knocked out from the burst of black and they were covered in bruises and scuffs. The swordsman groaned as he tried sitting up and saw the demon standing there confused, but he too shared the same emotion on how he’s still alive.

That is until another man's voice then spoke behind him, a soothing relaxed charming one at that. “Huh, I see that I was in the nick of time to at least save a handful I shall say.”

The swordsman had strength to sit up and look behind him and saw his saviour, making his eyes glisten. “Do-Doctor?!”

Standing before him was a tall man with a black plague suit, wearing a holy cross and started removing his plague mask. “I’m terribly sorry, I was out doing research to help cure this illness, but it seems to me that it’s led itself again into my life.” He removes his mask completely, revealing his bleached blonde hair, golden hazel eyes of purity, and a goatee.

The swordsman laughs and faints from his overwhelming emotions.

The doctor grins and reaches down to touch the individual with his fingertips. “Now now, rest my child.” The doctor looked at the demon and glared at it. “For years I’ve searched for you, you preposterous being of abomination.”

The demon sighed and groaned. “What’s the meaning? How could thee, wait. That means you could be that one I just spoke about, right?!” The demon gripped its hair and screamed then laughed uncontrollably.

The doctor started approaching it with heavy steps that trembled the earth. “This time, I shall avenge my fallen comrades, my brothers, but more importantly… lay a rest to this demon of uncertainty.”

The demon hunched forward and puked black. “I’m a fool, an absolute fool!” His black aura explodes again, spiking up into the sky and piercing the grey sky.

The doctor nods and reveals his own strength, bringing out a hot fierce bladed aura of gold. “This time, I’ll make sure you’ll never reap again. Because God has lent me his strength and spoken to me, this is your end, black death.”

The demon rose his head to look at the sky, screaming out in agony. “I’m a fool, fool, fool, the biggest most dumbest—”

“Barberic, idiotic, selfish fool…” said an angelic voice belonging to that of a woman.

Basking on top of a steep, tall hill overlooking the blood-stained city of Detroit, a city plagued with its never ending crime, corrupt politicians, and negligence towards the young. Standing there, is none other than the elegant woman in the red dress, being glazed by the moon's bright light with her eyes closed. Her mesmerising dress defining elegance fluttering, and her hands clasped, she’s lost in her own train of thoughts, remembering a scenario she witnessed centuries ago. Her mysterious mind’s brewing hate towards two people who’ve brought nothing but trouble to the people of the city, endangering their lives and creating a plethora of problems for others.

She opened her eyes, revealing her saddened cold eyes of teal to observe the city, to watch from afar at the new mess that has been created over the selfishness of two idiotic individuals who are fueling this hate she remembers all too well. A sudden nice breeze of eerie wind blew past from behind her, then it grew intensely, revealing her inner anger towards them. She lowers her hands and gazes at the black sky, clenching her frustrations and bringing forth the might of God to clap the very skies.

She stares back at the city and brings out a horrid face of definitive hate, speaking angrily to herself and saying, “I couldn't save her, I couldn’t save him, I couldn’t keep my promise…”

She wipes away that frown and stones her face. “But this isn’t the end. I won’t stop until she prevails, I’ll keep pushing even if I have to retaliate against my own beliefs, even if it means God himself will punish me again for my new very sins!”

She spreads her elegant arms out and lowers her head, This madness won’t end, until she gets what she desires… but the thing that she wanted… disappeared from her long ago and now…

Raising her head up and looking deep into the angry skies she’s creating, the woman’s corneas of purity glowed that of pure red. “She’s on the hunt, the hunt to retrieve what she once thought she owned.”

She lowers her long arms slowly and brings down cold tears of agony down onto the town covered in a mass of darkness. That very thing she wants is none other than… you… Jack Samr!

Hail the size of baseballs came crashing down onto that town, the town where Jack currently is in and mysteriously seemed to be closed off from the rest of society. A huge wall that went around the entirety of the town's existence had made this possible. But something else that’s breaking the boundaries of normality had strangely brought forth an ominous, horrific occurrence that’s currently happening to the town next to the one Jack’s in.

It seemed to be covered by a mysterious blanket of darkness, and from within that blanket… The brewing echoes of horrified loneliness howled out of the depths of black. Those cries screeched of sorrow, solitary confinement, and betrayal. The woman in red heard them loud and clearly. She glances at the two towns, says a prayer to the two, and peacefully fades away… leaving nothing but a single rose underneath the spotlight of the moon, glistening everso, where she once stood.

At the edge of Detroit's main freeway that had been blocked off from the public by police and where camera crews were gathering around. In front of them was a main entryway to a city that had been blocked off from society. Helicopters have just arrived belonging to the news networks, inside the city that was isolated had helicopters too, shining spotlights into the city and appeared to be scanning. Skylights beaming from within, piercing the dark skies above, gunshots went off, and police sirens were loudly evident from a distance. A news conference was about to be held from all the news stations from local to major news networks. They were on standby, waiting for the individual that invited them out to this meeting to speak about the situation in front of them.

After waiting in a noisy environment, a white van pulls up from the sidelines, the cameras start rolling and the reporters start swarming it until men in white hurried out from behind the van, pushing them back and away. They all shouted, flashed their camera lights, and awaited for the person who they were so eager to talk to. Finally stepping out from the passenger side of the van was a man with blonde hair, a short beard, wearing a coffee coloured trench coat and over six feet tall was none other than Dr. Cato.

As he walked in front of the van and to take a better view of the city, taking a glance, he turned to the camera crews and nodded. “Hello everyone, glad you all made it.”

One of the reporters, a brunette woman, broke through the wall of men in white and shoved her mic in front of the doctor. She was about to be apprehended by one of his guards until he put his hand out, making him stop.

She gulps and clears her throat before asking him her question. “Uh yes, hello! Dr. Cato I’m with MBC and I’m wondering and asking on behalf of the people, what other information do you have about the strange outbreak that occurred here in that town near Flint Michigan!” she exclaimed while pointing to the blocked off city.

Another reporter, a man broke through too and stood next to Dr. Cato. “Hello and I’m standing here with the man who’s responsible to cure the illness that has the entire town quarantined for over two years now! Here to speak on the continuation of the investigation is Mr. Cato!”

The reporter steps aside, allowing for his camera crew to get a better view of Dr. Cato as he pointed the mic in the doctor's direction. The doctor replied with a smile at first, but was prepared to answer their repeated questions.

Dr. Cato mildly chuckled. “Why thank you! Yes it’s absolutely horrible what has occurred in this town, but it’s okay! We have everything under control!”

The brunette lady got back into the picture. “But Dr. Cato, you only stated it was just a chickenpox outbreak, correct?”

The doctor adjusts his coat and clears his throat, “Yes that is correct but here’s the thing my sweet!” Everyone shuts up and all the news reporters who didn’t break through hovered their mics or shoved them between the men in white personal spaces. “The reason why we sealed the town off is due to the fact this is an entirely new case of the chickenpox from what we’ve discovered, much, much much more deadlier to folks like us and especially, more contagious.”

The man reporter who’s hungry for more of their companies' ratings brought out a tougher question with a raised brow. “Is that so, but this wasn’t what you said last month doctor.”

Dr. Cato’s smile faded and he stilled his face.

“Even last year you said almost the exact same thing, you more so keep adding more to this problem and are making the lives of others inside the wall tougher, so what’s really happening Mr. Cato?” He leaned his mic closer to Dr. Cato’s mouth, and the doctor replied by blinking.

Dr. Cato changed his still face to an expression of aggravation, gently pushing his mic away. “Like I keep saying, this is much different than before now, it’s mutated and has become extremely contagious, potentially deadlier than ever before people! Don’t you roaches ever listen instead of jumping to conclusions?”

The reporter raises his brow more, stroking his chin. “Hmm, okay but what are the numbers in terms of the dead, what’s the percentage we’re looking at if we’re talking about middle age peoples mortality rate?”

The doctor sighs. “We have an estimated five hundred casualties already.”

All the other news network reporters burst through the wall of men, pointing, shoving their mics in front of the doctor's face. Dr. Cato stood there, watching them. His men are trying to shove them away, grabbing, carrying them too, and his hearing grew staticy. Watching them all desperately trying to get the truth out of him like a bunch of vultures made him have his own flashbacks of the same scenario. His hearing rang, their voices muffled out, and everything slowed down, his world turned white for a moment.

This brings me back, they’re like me when I was this desperate to get answers out of someone whom I once was close friends with.

The doctor watched the world fade in and out of that scenario until it turned back to normal as he continued remembering the scenario of when he first came across the mysterious little girl with black hair known as Angela. He looked up to the sky briefly and let out a deep sigh. Dr. Cato walked forward and the crowd moved aside, allowing him to walk as they continued to ruthlessly harass him with questions. Walking to the entrance gate to the enclosed city, staring up to the giant wall of concrete, Dr. Cato turned around and faced the crowd.

Everyone stood still now, patiently waiting on what he’ll say next.

Dr. Cato glimpsed at every reporter with a distraught face until he spoke again. “Mortality rate? You of all people want to mention, mortality?!” The doctor shook his head. “If you’re so keen on mortality then why don’t you people ever report the horrendous murder rate the cities of Flint and Detroit have if that's the case?”

They didn’t say a word, some lowered their mics, others looked away in shame, and some didn’t react. Although their actions were different, their expressions said otherwise, all reporters and camera crews looked ashamed, they knew what he was talking about. But to their bosses it’s not about that, it’s about ratings and reporting the same thing over and over again won’t do them any good. To their bosses, the crime in these two major cities are nothing more than old news.

“You reporters and your damn complex analysis. But, hopefully that answers your questions, so please—!” Dr. Cato returns his smile from earlier. “Don’t worry, it’s my job to make sure I come up with a cure to fix this issue and hopefully, to bring an end to this madness.”

The reporters got irritated now, they swarmed his personal space again, shouting baseless questions about ghosts now and reporting the casualty numbers to their stations simultaneously. As all this was happening and the doctor was still smiling, something made everyone shut up. Behind them, the storm currently happening inside the closed town had grown fiercer, scaring everyone from the thunderous claps of the dark heavens to rapid lightning strikes flashing the sky and striking the ground below.

Only one person wasn’t affected by mother nature's anger, that being Dr. Cato who turned around to glare up at the wall to look at the sky with an ominous suspicion. It’s happening again, the storm of hell I like to call it, but why has it occurred now, here? All of a sudden and near the wall, hmm.

The dark flashing clouds warped around the town, those hail balls that were plummeting inside changed course, shooting in the direction of the wall where everyone was standing behind. All the reporters scattered, screaming because it sounded like automatic gunfire. They got back into their vans for their safety while Dr. Cato stood still, staring into the hatred storm forming above them and properly expressing his feelings towards someone he detest so much.

Clenching his fists, the cold steel rain coming down on them, feeling like bullets, Dr. Cato clenched his jaw as he watched the storm grow more violent. “Jack, I will find you, and have my revenge… Count on it, boy.”