After Years of searching, he finally found it. An ancient coffin filled with riches untold. When opened by his partner, Jack, there was only a perfectly preserved corpse of a centuries old woman with hair as pink as blossoms and bone protruding from the skull. Shawn took out a syringe and took out the last of her blood, before the air cause her body to shrivel to the right age. Jack, enraged by finding nothing for eleven years pulls a revolver.
-"Eleven years. Eleven fucking years! I have wasted my life and traveled across the world on your grand treasure hunt, only to find a decomposing broad and a vial of blood! I'm not leaving here empty-handed! Give me that 'Oh-so-precious' syringe you're holding or else your brains painting this cave's walls will suffice."
-"I broke you out of the clink, kept your family safe, and gave you food and drink to stuff your mouth and belly, and this is how you repay me? I have searched for this for too long to let a fat-ass pig take this from me. If you want it, you'll have to take it from my cold, dead, bloodstream!"
He exclaims as he injects the substance into his forearm. Watching Shawn fall on his knees, screaming in such unbearable pain, Jack hesitates to shoot until his ex-partner gets back to his feet. The trigger is pulled. The bullet reflects off him like he was made of Kevlar. Startled, Jack makes the barrel spin five more times as Shawn walks ever nearer to him. Every shot bounces off like they were made of rubber. Shawn was face to face with Jack.
-"You find it funny to ruin to ruin a man's hopes and triumphs? You should have thought about that before you pulled a gun on a newly formed Diclonius."
Shocked by what he witnessed and heard, Jack started to back away, but was being held up in the air like a rag-doll. While Jack tried to struggle, it was hopeless to evade the invisible grasp until he saw the coffin beneath him. He was dropped six feet under the soil, with a broken leg and a corpse to his left. Shawn was looking down on him.
-"Welcome to a new kind of Hell."
It is the last thing Jack hears before the casket is sealed shut and the sound of soil patters the top. Shawn walks out of the cave. The only sound that accompanied his walk out was the sound of screams of terror from a horrid betrayer. The went on and on until they faded away at the cave's mouth. Shawn stood outside and lit a cigarette, hoping to alleviate the mental scars and horrid memories from his mind, as well as the new one he just added. When his nervous had calmed down, he took on last puff.
-"Now... time to find Lucy."
He stomps out the cigarette.