-Prologue-
Chaotic Grasp
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It was dark, quiet. The area around Zack Cranota's body seemed motionless, like it was reflected upon his emotions.
He tried to stand up, but collapsed again. His mind was racing as he strived to remember what had happened.
I was walking with Drake and Ben... then an explosion occured... it's all fuzzy, but then I got blasted away. Ben was ripped apart, and Drake... his eyes were glowing red as he seemed to disappear.
A tear trickled down his face. His best friend was lying in two halves on the ground near him. The sight was grotesque; Ben's eyes were rolled back into his head, still and unmoving.
"What happened to Drake?" Zack questioned himself with a sigh. "How did this happen? Why? And who would do it? I guess these questions will be answered later..."
Zack put his hand in his pocket and clenched it. He was surprised that it formed to the shape of a sphere. "Drake gave me this! He said to keep it out of the moonlight! But why?" His curiosity took the better of him. He will find out what happens... but he would learn to quickly regret it.
