Chapter 1
It was quiet. Mist blew across the ground, weaving through rows of ornate tombstones. The soft pre-dawn light gave the cemetery an eerie glow. The birds had yet to begin singing.
A figure, clad in black, made its way slowly through the graves. Stopping at one, it laid down, and stopped moving.
A moment later, another figure materialized, standing next to the other's prone form. It appeared to concentrate a moment, and then vanished, reappearing moments later with a stiff corpse in its arms. Depositing the body on the ground, the man vanished once more, and the other lying on the ground promptly sat up.
The man was Caucasian, with white hair and a grey beard, and wearing a black suit. He had a slow, steady quality about his movements, and his eyes were dark and serene. He was currently using these eyes to inspect the corpse.
The corpse, as it turned out, wasn't actually dead. Though dried out and withered, the chest rose and fell steadily, and the pupils in the blank eyes had contracted from the comparably bright light.
Seemingly satisfied, the man stood up and walked calmly out of the cemetery. After about five minutes, however, he had returned carrying a large tub full of sloshing water. Standing over the corpse, he unceremoniously dumped the tub's contents onto the body.
The response was immediate. The withered flesh swelled as it soaked up the water, filling the once loose clothes. The lips opened and allowed a considerable amount of water down the throat, and the eyes lost their blank stare. Coughing, the now resurrected corpse sat up. Its savior spoke with a light British accent.
"Hello, Adam. It's been a while, hasn't it?"
Adam Monroe looked up, staring into the other man's eyes. Recognition dawned on him.
"Moctez. I'm afraid it has. Seventy years now, correct?"
"Seventy-two years, five months and twenty three days, to be exact."
Moctez handed Adam a water bottle, which he drained immediatly.
"So now what?" said Adam, drying his mouth with the back of his hand, "Are you going to give me another lecture about respect and responsi--"
"Although nothing would give me greater pleasure, Adam, I'm afraid there is a more pressing issue at hand. One that involves our mutual friend: Hiro Nakamura."
"He's no longer my friend. He hasn't been for four hundred--"
"I'm well aware of your troubles with him. However, you should show a bit more respect for his power. Without him, I couldn't have gotten you out of that casket."
Adam sighed. "Alright, fine. So what is this 'pressing issue?'"
"I need your help."
Adam laughed. "Help? You're Moctez! You're the great Kyson Veers, you're practically a god! What on earth would you need my help for?"
Moctez looked solemn. "I need your help to save the world, Adam."