First Hunt: "Don't Fear the Reaper."

[UlrichAcheronNacht]

Within a small apartment, the overhead lights flickered on and shined against a black ball. The ball's surface gleamed from the light shining upon it, including moonlight trickling through the window. Through this window, one would be able to see Liberty Island, along with the Statue of Liberty...

Outside, many things were occurring at that moment. The first of which happened to occur to a young man named Abel Schwarz, about the age of twenty-three. He was an acrobat, successful with his career. He had been on vacation and purchased vast amounts of heroin to sate his unhealthy desires. In his hotel room, he'd cut up lots of the stuff and snorted countless lines. The end result was his resulting overdose. He began to vomit, but was unable to stop. Alone, he vomited unceasingly before he began to breathe it in, as well. The stench was unbearable, he asphyxiated himself in his own vomit. Suddenly, his body began to fade away! The top of his skull vanished, and it progressed down, until his entire body was gone.

Elsewhere, a pair of men were driving a car. Their names were Greg Trainor and Harold Trainor. The twin brothers were very drunk, they had spent the last few hours of the night in a bar, drinking as many vodka shots as possible. They were from Canada and were backpacking through the United States. They wanted to celebrate their first evening in the United States with lots of drinking before going to their hotel - which they did. They were speeding along in the Hummer their father had brought for them, the two had graduated high school and received it as a graduation gift. The inebriated Greg was driving, his even-more inebriated brother Harold was in the back seat, vomiting all over the back seat, holding his ribs and sobbing. Greg was falling asleep at the wheel, the amount of alcohol he drank was really getting to him... His eyes closed and his foot pressed harder on the wheel. The Hummer roared as it flew along the street, then began to sway in its course. It slammed over the sidewalk, smashing a young girl on the hood, then continued into a gas station's pumps. The result was an enormous explosion, that neither of the brothers felt as they died. Harold had fallen unconscious in the backseat and began to drown in his vomit as well, but roasted to death instead. The corpses began to transfer away, as Abel's had. At the same speed, the two gradually disappeared, beginning from the head to their feet.

Celine Blackwood was a sixteen year old, enjoying her junior year in high school. She had been over a friend's house for the day and was walking home in the evening. She had been trotting home and decided to go to the local Sunoco to grab a snack to have when she got home. Celine went inside and went to the candy aisle. After a moment of hesitation, she grabbed a Reeses Cups and brought it to the counter. The Arabian man behind the counter scanned the Reeses, causing the machine to beep, and the lights on the register read: 'SM Reeses Peanut Butter $1.50". The man's name tag for some reason had two names on it, it read 'Abdul Rahman', the schoolgirl was wondering why there were two names. That was peculiar... She left the store after paying the dollar and a half and tossed the Reeses in her backpack. On her way out, she held the door open for a tall man wearing a black sweatshirt and a pair of jeans. She was walking past the gas pumps and made her way to the station's left and down the street. After she made it twenty steps down the street, she saw a truck bound down towards her. She stopped and screamed in fear - she was too terrorized to move. Celine's screams pierced through the night, fear from the oncoming vehicle, then the pain from having both of her legs shattered. The legs were bent backwards, giving them the look of frogs, though these had bones protruding from the flesh and blood gushing forth across the Hummer. She was conscious the entire time, even as the Hummer crashed into the gas pumps, which exploded in a burst of flames. She was crying in agony as the flames seared her flesh, but the heat was gone for a moment; the moment the heat was gone, she was twenty feet in the air. The girl watched the ground come closer, and then she was able to see it very well when her skull was plastered across it. Her mangled body began to disappear as the other three men's had. T bits of pulverized skull streaked across the pavement had been the beginning of her transfer, followed by the rest of her body.

Abdul Rahman had the night shift at Sunoco during the weekends. He hated it, but it gave him enough pay. He was in his mid-thirties and was married. He sat in the back room of the store with his wife, there was a sign on the front door that read 'be back in five' to explain his absence for a few minutes. On her knees was Abdul's wife, Lorianne. She was Caucasian, but had converted to Islam in her mid-twenties. Five years later, she met her current husband and dated for a few months. After these months, she became engaged and then married. She was performing fellatio on her husband, whom was enjoying the treatment severely. After a minute or so, Abdul had relieved his sexual tension in his wife's mouth. He pulled his slacks up and buttoned them before running out to the counter and taking the sign off the door. Lorianne swallowed her husband's spunk and went into the bathroom to wash her face. A schoolgirl came in and bought a Reeses, then an intimidating young man entered the station....

Peter Fitzgibbon was poor, nineteen he lived in the Bronx. It was unusual, but he lived in the center of a black neighborhood. He was going to join a gang for more work, but had to rob a store as an initiation. He was given a 9mm handgun and a few full magazines to do the work. Peter walked into the store, after seeing a pretty girl. She held the door open for him and he nodded his thanks. He walked over to the counter and lifted the Glock 19 out from his sweatshirt's pocket, then aimed it at the clerk's head and shouted, "Give me all your fucking money, asshole!" Abdul ducked behind the counter by instinct and reached up to smash his hand down on the 'open' button, causing the register to slam open. Peter reached down and scooped up the money before running out the door with the money grasped in his left hand. As he exited, he saw a truck slam into gas pumps. The resulting explosion caused flames to reach out and encase himself, Abdul, and Lorianne. Hot pieces of metal shrapnel tore through their bodies, which slammed into the walls that soared into the sky. They crashed down on the ground, the three of them were mutilated, each missed limbs and had multiple pieces of sharp metal imbedded inside their torsos, arms, and legs. The victims from the crash began to vanish as well, like the others that perished that tragic evening.

[βeηrγ]

"Everybody on the fucking ground!" Goddamit. Could this day go any worse? After having a stressful day at work, which was finally over, Brett had found himself in the bank trying to collect some money. He needed a loan for his new room expansion. Ha had planned to make a gym at home, he hated the people at they gym. Well it was mostly that he got bored with them. After talking to them for more than 2 months he had already learned everything they knew about building muscle, having a correct form while doing exercises and which exercise was for what muscle. He had also learned a lot from their own personal experience. However, after this, he had found them boring, not much challenging in any other subject. Not to mention they were all sweaty bests.

But everything was going bad today. Now two armed bandits, one with a shotgun and the other with a gun entered the bank. Brett immediately fell on the ground like everybody else. Fucking trash... He thought ti himself. This was what New York City had turned into. The place of dreams and innovation, all gone to shit from people like those two with the guns right there. But Brett had no doubt that even the people on the ground where just like those two, only that they were too scared to rob a bank. Everyone wants to gain money easy and without risks but usually the two words don't go well together. What really pissed him off was the fact that he was better than those two lowlifes there, yet he had to bow down to them cause they had the guns. Nothing he could do about it and this was the thing that made his brain boil.

The two robbers threatened the bank manager, just like always and after some punches the manager took one of them to the vault. The guy with the shotgun stayed there looking at them. The fucking piece of trash was whistling a happy tune, moving around the room. The piece of shit, how dare he think so highly of himself. He probably liked the idea that he was in control right now the son of a bitch. "What the fuck are you looking at?" Shit, Brett had been so immersed in his thoughts that he had been looking the robber with an expression of rage all this time. "You, get up." The robber said pointing with the shotgun at Brett.

Brett slowly got up, being careful not to make any sudden moves. He was starting to sweat but he still kept his cool. His face unmoving, not showing any emotion. "You asshole I saw you looking at me really furious." The robber leaned his face close to that of Brett, intentionally mocking him. He was so close that Brett could smell the whiskey protruding form his mouth, but he still did not move an inch. "You're scared aren't ya? You're scared shitless." The robber said. "Where the fuck did all that rage of before go, huh? Answer me you no homo." Brett did not move and after waiting some seconds he said "Listen, I'm-"

"Shut the fuck up!" The robber said suddenly hitting him in the face with a punch. Brett fell down, his face hurting like hell. He had never been beaten like this. This... this scum dared to hit him. No! He could not accept it! It didn't matter if he had the gun, he could do it. As Brett was rubbing his face, the robber turned his back and started laughing. It was now or never. Brett's legs exploded with intense power and he immediately lifted himself up and jumped at the robber. They bot fell down on the ground, Brett on top of the robber which had turned to face him. The shotgun now was out of his reach, the others could join and help him. But Brett looked around, no one was moving, even though the shotgun was like two feet away from the robber. No one wanted to risk their lifes. Scum... Brett though. All scum. But a knuckle interrupted his thoughts. The robber hit him and broke his nose but Brett did not surrender. He began hitting the robber which was still underneath him. He would just beat him himself since the others had no gut.

It was then that he felt a sharp pain through his back as screams erupted at the bank. All his strenght was immediately drained from him as the robber who was underneath him pushed him aside. Brett fell on the ground, bleeding a lot from his back as his body contorted around, trying to gasp for air, for energy, for life. He could hear the screams around and the bandits shouting but he could not make out what they were saying. Then he began feeling cold. No... I... I can't go out like this. I have so much to do still... No one will remember me... I can't die! I don't wanna die![/b] He screamed inside his head with desperation. He was not scared, he knew that the dying wasn't the bad part. You would just cease to exist and that was it. But it were those seconds until his death that were the most terrifying. That sense of pity he had for himself, dying that way. That feeling he could not tolerate, and that would be the feeling he went out with.

[noshield30]

After finishing cleaning up his room, which he had wanted to do for a while now but was too busy with school, Omar Truong got changed into his running get up, getting ready for his usual jogging session that he would have at the same time every odd night. As soon as he had put on his blue Nike hoodie, Omar stood still while looking out at his bedroom window. ‘Something doesn’t feel right tonight,’ he thought to himself. ‘Should I just skip tonight and rest it out instead?’ Omar then remembered how important it was that he sticks close with his training, he wanted to be the best sprinter in school after all, and after that, the world, and working hard is the only way to achieve that. For some reason he couldn’t stop thinking about the new kid in school who had become his fellow track team member about a month ago. ‘Damn it, I can’t lose to him either.’ Suddenly without hesitance, he quickly put on his running shoes, grabbed his IPod and bolted down the stairs and through the front door.

The streets were very silent, save for the sounds of cars and other vehicles rushing by that could be heard every so often. Omar was grateful for all the street lamps, without which he wouldn’t be able to see. But he had always thought the lights set in the backdrop of the dead, cold and silent night made it somewhat eerie. He would listen to his IPod to break the silence, but he had forgotten to charge it and it had run out of battery. It was a very cold night, but after jogging for 10 minutes, Omar’s body had started to warm up. As Omar finished running through his normal jogging route, he stopped. He had arrived at the local park.

Omar stepped up to the familiar looking park bench. He gazed ahead, at some 70 meters away, towards a rubbish bin in the distance. He started to get into his starting position. With one final deep breath, he quickly shot off. Omar couldn’t think of anything else in that moment, but to pump his arms and legs as fast as he could. In the next couple of seconds, he started to gain speed, and as he blazed through the park, everything around him turned into a blur. Omar couldn’t help but think that all the lights that were streaking past him looked like stars. And that he was travelling through time, like in that movie that he saw, Star Trek, when the starship Enterprise shoots off into the black abyss known as space, cruising along the time space continuum, travelling faster than the speed of light. In that instance, as he felt the pleasant cold wind in his hair, he felt so happy, which led him to this one, undeniable fact. ‘This is why I live.’

After doing 4 more sprints, Omar thought that it was enough for the night and decided to head home. He felt extremely tired, and couldn’t wait to get home and jump onto his nice, cosy bed. As he was walking across the road, to his surprise, he saw someone familiar; he’s arch rival, Jeff Samuels, the school’s new African American star sprinter. He was wearing a leather jacket, over a white t-shirt and jeans. He decided to ignore him, but Jeff noticed him, and to his dismay, called out his name. “Hey! Omar! Watcha doin out at this time a nite?” Omar noticed he wasn’t alone, beside Jeff was his loudmouth girlfriend, Kylie Stone, and following closely behind him was his ‘crew’, his sidekick Johnny Oakley, and a couple of other scumbags that Omar didn’t know, but only because he thought they were a waste of time and didn’t bother with knowing. They smelt of alcohol, they probably had gone to a party or something, Omar thought. “You haven’t been out drinking have you? Everybody knows you don’t have a life!” barked Jeff, as his posse started to laugh. “Hey you’ve been training again haven’t you? Why don’t you ever give up? I told you will never be able to beat me!” Omar stood still with his eyes affixed to the ground, thinking that they’d leave him alone if he just ignored them long enough. “World’s greatest sprinter my ass.. “ Jeff looked at him with disgust. Omar could handle anything else, but insulting his dream was the last straw. “Fuck you man! Mind your own damn business Jeff!” Omar spurted. “You little punk!” Jeff shouted as he pushed Omar onto the pavement. “We’re gonna settle this once and for all, you and me, across this street to the other end of the street.”

The road next to them was fairly large, and as such is nearly 30 m in width. They both got to their starting positions. Omar couldn’t back down from a challenge, especially against him. Kylie waited for the last couple of cars to speed by, and shouted the signal, “Go!!” They both shot off the pavement and onto the road. Just a little over a second into the race, was when Omar realised, that Jeff was going to win. ‘Damn it! He’s in his jeans for god sakes!’ he thought. In reality, he wasn’t really that much behind Jeff, but in sprinting, a tenth of a second difference was enough to separate the winners from the losers. ‘I can’t let this happen!!’ Omar decided to give it everything he had, despite his leg muscles being so tired from the training that he had just endured. He determinedly stomped his right foot on the ground as hard as possible in the hopes that it would propel him further. Suddenly, in that instant, a series of shocking events would occur. Omar felt like time had stopped, as he felt his calf muscle literally explode, while Jeff began to move further and further away from him. As he fell down onto the middle of the road, he realised he had teared his calf muscle. He heard a noise coming from behind him, and turned around to realise that a big Hummer truck was coming straight at him! Helpless and unable to get up, all that he could do before his impending doom was to say “Shi—.”

It all happened so fast. The Hummer crushed Omar’s body completely as it ran over him. The violent crackling of bones could be heard by everyone who witnessed the awful event. In the last minutes of his dying breath, Omar could hear another loud noise in the distance, ‘it must’ve crashed into something’ he thought. This was followed by a flash of white light as if something had exploded. Then as his eyesight began to dim, he could make out something yellow and orange flickering. ‘Flames?’ ‘Gas station?’ he thought as he started to recall the local Sunoco that was right around the corner. Omar took a look at his body to find rib bones sticking out of it in all angles. He thought that he must’ve been pretty fucked up as he can’t even feel any pain. It began to get dimmer and dimmer until it was complete darkness. As he laid there he could hear people screaming and shouting. ‘Fuck…………..’

After being dumbfounded at the spectacle that had happened before him, Jeff remembered Omar had been hit by the truck that was burning in flames. He went to check on him to find out, after manic searching, that he had disappeared.

[Жenophilius]

Leslie was all smiles as she waited in the back behind the stage curtains. She had peeked from out behind them and was really shocked at the turn out for the Womens Body Builder competition. Lots of the audience members were overweight men, she had noticed.

Jumping up and down with giddy delight she made her way back to where the rest of the women were. They were being oiled down in preparation for the flexing. The oil would give their toned bodies a nice shine.

"Oh boy oh boy oh boy!" Leslie shouted as she skipped around. "There's so many people out there waiting to see us. Oh dear I hope I don't get the butterflies." She began rubbing her muscled stomach with a slight pout that looked absolutely adorable.

The other women couldn't help but smirk and smile at how cute Leslie was acting. She was easily the youngest of them, and by far the cutest. Even though she had a figure that could probably crack a boulder, her face somehow remained chubby and child like. It was her trademark cuteness that got her a lot of fans and praise from the judges.

"Leslie calm down, I'm sure you'll do just fine out there." Said Cassandra, one of the other body builders.

Leslie perked up instantly, flashing a big smile that showed off all her pearly whites. "Your right Cassandra! I'm just gonna' think big happy thoughts from now on!" She proceeded to clench her eyes shut and started rubbing her temples. "Happy thoughts, happy thoughts. Puppies, kittens, baby pandas, little crocodiles." This went on for a good twenty minutes, until the time came for the girls to strut their stuff on the stage.

Do to having signed up late Leslie had be in the very end of the line. This was somewhat good, since it meant build up to Leslie's appearance. As the girls began to walk out onto the stage a large amount of cheering erupted from the crowds. Suddenly Leslie felt her stomach doing flip flops and she got a worried look on her face. "Oh no not now! Pretty puppies, cute penguins, fuzzy bears!"

Having no choice Leslie walked out onto the stage and was immediately blasted with an onslaught of cheers and praise.

"WHOO YEAH! I LOVE YOU LESLIE!"

"AW YEAH! YOU GOT THE BEST LOOKING BODY GIRL! YOU GIVE ME WOOD!"

"I'M JERKIN' IT RIGHT NOW!"

"AW MAN THAT'S NASTY!"

"WHATEVER MAN I AIN'T ASHAMED!"

Swelling pride started to flow through Leslie as she blushed from all the praise. She quickly composed herself however and began the posing and flexing. Suddenly there was a disturbance as a man in a black trench coat jumped onto the stage. "Women should be fat! BBW forever!" He suddenly pulled out a shot gun and began blasting all the girls on stage. Leslie was the first to be assaulted, taking a fist full of buck shot right into the stomach. She fell to her knees, clutching her stomach as she cried out in pain. All around her the other girls were getting shot at and murdered. Soon the pain became too much for Leslie and she fell face forward. In a matter of seconds she died.

In all the commotion of tackling the rogue gunman, nobody seemed to notice Leslie Corners body disappearing.

[queenofblades]

The usual day for Ellia was walking a beat at work, going home to some ramen probably a day old or so, then watching several hours of cop shows and movies. This was normal for her. In the morning she practiced shooting her guns and never really improving. She made slight progress but she was far from an expert. She often fired shots in the back of her yard to avoid disturbing the neighbors. Still she missed all of her shots and hit a few trees and small animals instead. "Oh! Oops. Sorry. I didn't mean it." Ellia spoke in a soft voice even though no one was around to hear her.

"Man this has to stop I have to get better. I will get better. I can't be the best cop in the world if I can't hit anything. Then again I am just awesome enough to do it." While lost in her thoughts of self preservation she forgot about the time. The alarm on her watch went off for thirty minutes before she heard it. "Oh SHIT I'M LATE!" Ellia grabbed her police uniform along with her standard pistol and hopped in her car racing off to work. "OK now would be a good time to use the siren." Ellia turned on her siren and made it through traffic in good time. Although she was still late.

"ELLIA! That's the third time this week. I hope you enjoyed walking a beat upstate because now your in Bronx." Ellia had never stepped foot outside of upstate New York so going into a place like Bronx would naturally scare her. "But Chief I was practicing and I lost-" "Save it. Your going to need all of your energy for that. Good luck." The chief went to sit at his desk. Ellia walked over to him and pouted. At first he refused to acknowledge her. She stood there for an hour just pouting and he finally gave in. "FINE! Look if you save a few lives or if you stop the bad guy(s) then when you get back........" The Chief sighed. "I'll have someone help you with your aim. Understood?" Ellia smiled and jumped up and down. "Thank you thank you thank you. You are the best."

Ellia walked her beat with a smile on her face. Stopping a bad guy was never a probable for Ellia. Unless she had to shoot them in which case the always got away. During her walk Ellia noticed people running from an apartment building. She looked up and saw that it was on fire. She wasted no time and use her radio to call for backup. "Um hello this is officer.....Ellia. Badge number....dang it what is it again. Hold on a second.......OH OK here it is. 473....wait that's the division. Dammit! Never mind look there is an apartment building on fire I need help." She heard voices on the top floor and she paused for a moment. "There's people inside........I'm going to get them."

Ellia dropped her radio and tore a piece of her uniform sleeve off and used some water from her water bottle to wet the piece of cloth. Then she used it to cover her mouth as she she made her way to the top floor. When she got there she saw tow children and their mother cowering in the corner. Ellia used her free hand reach for the family. They were afraid to go. Ellia knew that time was running out so she grabbed the kids and put them on her back. The weight of the children and Ellia caused the already fragile floor to crack and fall under them. Ellia quickly placed herself first so the kids would land on her.

When she hit the floor Ellia felt two of her ribs crack. She screamed out in pain. Slowly she got up and held her side as she took the two small children out of the window on the side. Ellia looked back and saw that the mother had fallen as well only she broke her ankle. Ellia took the cloth from around her mouth and placed it around the mother's mouth. Then Ellia helped her to the window. Just as the mother escaped the ceiling collapsed blocking the window. Without her cloth Ellia would suffocate fast. She searched all over an exit. Sadly she couldn't find one. As smoke filled her lungs she could only gasp for breath so many times before she stopped. No one was around to see her body disappear.

[Amphyess]

Max sat in his dirty "apartment" with his thirty or so roommates the numbered changed daily as new friends of friends showed up while other disappeared into the night. Max had just made a killing at a nice high class casino and spent more than half of it on cocaine; Max's chosen poison. "God dammit these fucking bums; do any of these guys do anything."said max as he tried to step over the sleeping scum which he now found "friendship" and get to the fire escape to get high."Well guess its time to party" Max then did about seven lines one after the next on the rusty hand railing of the fire escape. He then fell over the railing into a dumpster and climbed out of it but the his heart started to beat way to fast and max saw an image of his sister run past his eyes then his heart bursted in his chest.

[ashleysherrinjones]

"NA-NA HELP ME! NA-NA WHERE ARE YOU!" Taylor screamed as he was running as fast as he could, though very old Taylor could run as fast as a man half his age. He was startling every passer by as he ran down the side walk at full pelt "NA-NA IT'S NEARLY GOT ME, IT'S GONNA EAT ME!" Taylor could see the demon getting closer, but his winged companion was no-where to be seen.

Taylor was a very disturbed man, he could see things that other people couldn't, this being due to him being insane. This being due to mixed things like drugs, 40 years on the streets, beatings and so on.

The evil beast like demon was now nearly upon him. Taylor tripped over his own shoelaces, though a fast runner he was still an old man that was not very sturdy. Taylor landed on his chin and skidded forward and cut his entire chin and hands open, as he leant out to cushion his landing but only ended up making it worse.

Blood poured from his mouth as he got up, Taylor span his head around like a wild animal trying to detect the hunter before it becomes the prey. A passer by, middle aged women, approached him "Sir are you ok?" Taylor respond to her, but he did not look at her, as he was continually looking round for the beast that was not there and said in an almost fast mumbled whisper "Gonna get me, there gonna get me. Na-na doesn't care, left , she left. Said I was mean, that I shouldn't keep her tied up....No, no, no, no she's wrong. That’s how the demons find me, spot her in the air they do and find me!" Taylor stood with blood coming out of his mouth and grabbed the women "WHERE'S NA-NA WHAT YOU DONE WITH HER!"

The women scream and other passers by stopped to help her, before anyone approached him he let the women go as the demon was in the crowd waiting for him, so Taylor ran the other way in to the road not seeing the on coming van then.....all was black.

[UlrichAcheronNacht]

A peculiar event occurred with each of the deaths that evening - each body vanished from the location of where it died. Each of these bodies were recreated by a laser that breathed life into the corpses and brought them to a small apartment near Liberty Island.

Abel Schwartz woke up in the center of an apartment room. It was small, looked half-decent. The walls were white, not to mention the glass doors that opened up onto a small balcony. The acrobat didn't feel any of the heroin he'd snorted not even a full hour beforehand. "What the fuck is this shit," Abel asked thin air as he stepped towards the door. He reached out to push it open, but his hand stopped. He couldn't move it forwards.... He was also speechless. Before he could say anything else, he heard some odd sound coming from the black ball in the room. It looked like some weird decoration. He didn't decide to pay it much thought, instead he reached out a hand to help up the Korean boy that was made on the floor. What in Hell's name is going on?

Following the boy were a pair of Canadian brothers, whom were petrified and huddled behind the ball. They were babbling to each other in French and gawked at the others being made by the tri-colored beam. Following the twins was a very muscly young woman, then a business man. A wannabe gangster was created by the ball afterwards, along with a schoolgirl, an Arabian fellow, and his wife. The latter four were made simultaneously.

Peter Fitzgibbon quickly slid his gun into his hoodie after he woke up in the room. He was utterly confused and pretty damn scared. He saw that girl from a couple minutes ago, then as he turned his head, he saw a peculiar beam etching the curvacious body of a female police officer into existence. He was hesitant to approaching her, but did so - after all, he couldn't just leave a pretty woman laying around. The current conditions were good enough for him to try and set a great first impression. The wannabe gangster stumbled to his feet and stepped towards the police officer, he reached out a hand as the lithe man in the center of the room was doing to help up the female officer. "Are you okay, miss? Here, take my hand,"
He spoke to her as he thought a gentleman would speak.I hope to Christ this is convincing.

Celine Blackwood was spared any attention from the guy she recognized from earlier. Though, she was nor sure why, but she couldn't place where she'd seen him. While in the corner, she was able to collect her thoughts after curling up into a ball and sliding into a corner. Oh, that's luck... Didn't I die in that fireball, though? She raised both eyebrows and gagged at the sight of a man covered in trash being made in thin air, the black ball was using this tri-colored beam to make the bodies. She gagged again, once the stench of the trash wafted into her nostrils.

Abdul and Lorraine Rahman clung to one another as the Canadian twins had done, though they hid in the corner opposite of the twins. They were keeping out of the robber's sight, they didn't want him to attack. They made no sound and merely watched the fabrication of another man - this one was homeless and smelled worse than the other man, whom was covered in trash.

[Жenophilius]

As soon as the hulking form of Leslie was brought into the apartment, one mighty word escaped her lips."eep" The body building beauty was honestly surprised at her recent turn of events. She didn't know where she was or how she'd gotten there, since the last thing she remembered was being shot at by a crazy person.

"Oh dear." Her words were barely audible to anyone who cared to listen. Leslie, while always honest and kind to others, had a bit of a problem introducing herself to new people, and considering the amount of people in this room at the moment she didn't feel any better.

Still might as well get on with it though, and besides she'd been raised to be a well-mannered girl. "Um, hel-hello everyone." This time her voice, while louder than before, would only be heard by those who were straining in to listen.

[βeηrγ]

Brett woke up in a strange apartment. He had died. He was sure about that. An instant ago he was in a bank and he got shot. Brett remembered the sensation he had felt when the bullet had pierced his body. He shivered for a moment, feeling really angry he had lost his cool like that. He had always thought that he was going to keep his cool no matter what, even in a deathly situation but the way he had reacted was just like he would expect the people he called 'trash' to react. He promised to himself that from now on he would always be cool and accept the situation, whatever it may be.

Which brought him to the question: Where the hell was he? Why was he there? He could not find any explanation as to why he was in a room full with people, with a black ball in the middle. He wanted to talk, ask what was happening but he could see from the faces the people there that they probably had no idea either. For a moment his thoughts were interrupted. A laser shot out of the black ball and a homeless man, from the looks of it, was being formed. Brett's eyes opened wide. He had never seen such technology. The man did not move until the moment the transfer was over. Was this the same way he had been brought here, along with all these people? His theory would hold but there had to be a constant, one that each of them had, that tied them together. Then it hit him, and he needed to prove it if he wanted his theory to be correct. He rose from the homeless man and spoke with a clear voice so everyone could hear.

"Hello, I know you may find this question strange but, did all of you just die and found yourself here, or maybe were involved in a deadly situation?" He was sure the thing which connected them all together, that constant he was looking for, was undoubtedly death.

[Amphyess]

Max awoke in a strange apartment room covered in trash he had miss everyone being form so he thought he was kidnapped or something then he heard Brett question."what are you talking about and which one of you brought me here seriously god dammit."Max checked his pocket for his coke still there that's good then. He thought about Brett's question and remembered how his heart felt before he blacked out then he looked over to Brett"Well guess I ODed how about you friend." He just stared at Brett like it was his fault he died even though max knew better he wanted someone to blame.

[ashleysherrinjones]

Taylor appeared in the room like snap "ARRRRRGH NA-NA THE DEMONS HAVE ME!" Taylor looked at the other people in the room "Did they get you to?"

Taylor ran up to the window and started to punch and kick it "NA-NA!" As his blows had zero affect Taylor curled up in to a ball in the middle of room next to the black egg. Taylor started making a loud pitch cry sound whilst wrocking back and fourth occasionally making a random gibberish noises.

[noshield30]

In the midst of all the confusion, Abel, in noticing how quiet Omar had been all this time, called out to him,"hey, Korean kid, you feeling alright?"."Yeah I’m okay.." Omar answered. He had been mistaken for something other than Vietnamese before, so him being called Korean did not surprise him the slightest. He had always thought that people who weren’t Asian have a hard time telling different Asian races apart. ‘Typical,’ he thought to himself. He wanted to roll his eyes. But his body wouldn’t let him. Though he didn’t look it, he was scared stiff at what was going on around him. Staying quiet and still was his way to calm himself down, to prevent from falling into a state of panic. A way to think clearly.

He noticed a lot of the people in the room were more or less quiet too, possibly doing the same thing, trying to make sense of it all. Except for these two guys who were babbling with each other in French, and a random old guy that Omar couldn’t describe as being anything other than a hobo, sitting in the corner making weird gibberish noises like a madman, which Omar thought were annoying as they made it hard for him to concentrate.

A thousand myriad of questions were running through his mind as drops of sweat trickled down his forehead. What is going on? Where am I? Didn’t I die? But no answers. Worst of all, were the things that he saw happened before him. How did all these people appear like that? What on earth is going on?? In an attempt to calm himself down further he thought counting the people in the room would be a good start in trying to make sense of things.

With his finger he pointed at everyone one by one as he counted. He started from Abel as he caught his attention first from his question earlier, and moved to the people to his left and all the way around the room. ’13 people….’ he thought, when he finished. ‘Uh-oh’ he couldn’t ignore the fact that number 13 is known by many cultures to be an unlucky number, in that moment, it even reminded him of that violent movie Friday the 13th. ‘Shit.. that’s a bad omen, something bad’s definitely gonna happen,’ he thought in his head.

[queenofblades]

Ellia awoke to find herself in a strange apartment. Her eyes widened and she quickly pat herself to see if she had any burn marks or scars from the fire. When she noticed there wasn't any she looked at her hands then at her clothes. "What the hell?" Ellia stood up and looked out the window. "I'm still in New York? How? I died.....didn't I? I felt myself die....I know I-" her thoughts were interrupted when she noticed she wasn't alone in the room. "Wh-what the hell is going on here? Where am I and who are all of you? Am I dead? Is this heaven? Or hell? Or some kind of limbo place? I want answers people!" Ellia backed herself into a corner and pulled out her weapon. Then she pointed it at everyone out of panic. In her panic state she saw Leslie the famous female body builder. Ellia lowered her weapon slowly and tried to speak to her. "Hey Leslie. Your Leslie the body builder. There are men in the world who do half of the things you do." Leslie was one of the reason Ellia wanted to become a police officer. To prove she can survive in a male dominated field.

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[UlrichAcheronNacht]

A triad of beams emitted forth from the black sphere; a pair of men were materialized. One wore an old, worn-out trenchcoat; the other was garbed in a bloodstained hole-filled orange prison jumpsuit, with an small, orange cat in his arms - which was formed from the third beam. The man in the bullethole-riddled jumpsuit glanced down at the one in a trenchcoat, he stood a full seven inches taller than the other. The taller man bent down and placed the fully-grown cat on the floor. The orange feline mewled and rubbed her flank against his calve. The blood-covered band around his wrist read in large, bold lettering: "Trent, Morbius A." His name was the only thing that hadn't been faded away by the blood. On his suit's back, the words 'Sing Sing Maximum Security' were written.

Morbius' hurriedly walked towards the direction of the hall, in the hopes of leaving. When looking at him, one would say that he resembled Charles Manson, with his wavy dirty-blonde locks that cascaded to the base of his jawline. He also had a mismatched dark brown goatee that lined his jaw. He moved his hand near one of the hall's doors, but it wouldn't move closer; Morbius' brown eyes saw another door, this one was at the end of the hall. The same thing occurred - he gave up and sat across from the first door, fiddling his thumbs. The cat pranced in after him. The large man lifted up a worn, leather-like hand and rubbed the feline's head with his middle finger and forefinger. I wonder where I am... Last I remembered, I was in that prison.

Abel let out a sigh when he heard Omar saying something about bad luck. Superstitious types, he didn't like them. Not at all. Sure, he believed in God, but he just didn't believe in being superstitious about ghosts or certain numbers. The acrobat stretched out his arms and stared out the balcony's window, at the Statue of Liberty. He was surprisingly calm, considering the circumstances. Where could he be? People were being made out of thin air - this was not normal.

Neither of the Trainor brothers, nor the Islamic couple had moved from their place. They were clinging to their family members - Lorainne cried into her husband's arms. She was scared, obviously. They were being held up, before the gas station exploded. After the explosion, they were in here. The lack of knowledge of what had occurred frightened her and her husband. The Trainors, on the other hand, were quiet. Their babbling had ceased and they merely watched the rest of the room.

Celine was watching, as Peter was ignored by the young police officer. She completely ignored him and started talking to the weightlifter. The schoolgirl lifted up a dainty hand to cover her mouth and stifle the giggles she felt bubbling beneath the surface. She was safe behind the black ball, the wannabe-gangster was unable to see her. Peter felt rejected, and as the rest of those that died in the gas station, he didn't answer Brett. Instead, he walked towards the kitchen and sat on the floor, with his back pressed to the wall.

Suddenly, the final additions to the many deaths that night arrived. A pair of prison guards were created on the floor - they both held a SPAS-12 each; they also shared large rips that ran down the chests of their suits. The two guards glanced at one another, then around the room. They leaped up simultaneously and lifted up their shotguns. They were aiming their firearms, the taller of the two shouted, "Where is he?!" Obviously, they were also from Sing Sing Correctional Facility. However, they were guards. Unlike the Charles Manson-esque man from before.