Hey Everyone it's Fighter Emblem and I'm back! Oh boy do I got some news for you. Well a lot has happened within this hellstorm we call 2016, but all is good. I've got some new stories and updates to share! First of all, my other awakening story is making a return after almost hitting a full year of hiatus! Pretty cool stuff right? I'm finishing some drafts and it should be up before or sometime shortly after 2017 officially starts. In the meantime, this is a story that I thought i'd whip up since i've recently got back into Awakening and COD Zombies has once again taken over my life. So I figured why not combine the two with some added fun elements. Cool? No? Well, if not I can always abandon it for a year and make other stories to fill the void. Anyway here's what I call Scene 1, Enjoy!

Sometime in the 1980s

"Acclaimed Director Gregory Gangrel's Latest Film tanks in the box office!"

"Another Stinker by Has been Director!"

"Gangrel may have just been a one hit wonder with Disco Devil and Nightmare Summer as latest film underperforms again with critics."

All the headlines, radio shows, and even news outlets all continued to completely bash on Gangrel's latest flop, "Faceless from Outer Space 3D". He was an acclaimed director by all! How could any of his films completely go down the drain after the success of the first two?

Gangrel sat at his office in his privately-owned movie theater as he shifted through newspaper and magazine reviews of how his film was an "over gory mess" and "story less with laughable villains."

"Dammit how could they not see the genius of my latest masterpiece!" Gangrel spewed out of his mouth as he slammed the whiskey bottled he had downed in less than an hour on the floor.

"It would seem that nothing could come close to the success of your first two films, sir." His assistant had interrupted his tantrum while looking over reviews of the film.

"However, it was barely able to gain the money spent on production so shouldn't that consider a success of some sorts?" She tried to get him to regain his composure, but was unsuccessful to reaching him in his drunk state.

"Quiet Aversa! The critics are nothing but greedy hounds who only save the best reviews to the films that slide them the most cash! Blood Suckers I tell you!" He paced back and forth and rambled on as he pulled more booze from under his desk.

Aversa shook her head in disappointment watching her boss down yet more alcohol after another unsuccessful film release and if memory served her correctly, which it did, he should continue to do this for another hour before passing out and immediately start working on the script for his next film to show the critics what for.

"You're such a pathetic fool!" She simply blurted out which left her boss at a standstill.

"I beg your pardon. What was that again?" He angrily, but calmly, replied inching closer to her so she could smell the alcohol fueled rage.

"It's absolutely pathetic to watch you go into the same song and dance routine every time one of your so called 'masterpieces' is ridiculed. The smell of alcohol is almost the worst part of it all!" Aversa had enough with her boss and completely went off on him with the pent-up rage she had saved up with comforting him after all his other films.

Gangrel was impressed to say the least that someone who had followed him through the highest and the lowest moments of his career was finally showing how she viewed him, all like the others.

"Hmph, if you truly feel this way perhaps you should leave. Permanently!"

Aversa wasn't surprised and simply stood up and grabbed her coat from the coat hanger from the corner of the room and opened the door to make her exit.

"I'd like to see you do anything without me around. You couldn't even wipe your ass without me handing you the toilet paper. You're done, Gangrel! Just give up you reached your peak; cash out and drop your losses before you embarrass yourself any more than you already have." Aversa said her dues and promptly closed the door behind her.

"You'll see how much I can achieve without you dragging me down harpy!" Gangrel still in a drunken rage chucked the last remaining bottle of bourbon at the door Aversa had left through moments before.

The Director panted heavily as he overlooked his legacy in the form of awards and critical acclaim on his first two films.

"The scariest movie to date!"

"A cinematic masterpiece!"

"One of goriest experiences of the summer!"

He then took one of the newspapers from his desk and read through one of the more recent reviews.

"Gregory Gangrel is a director with unkempt potential and a lot of great idea, but executed poorly in recent films. Perhaps a return to his roots would be the best option if her really wants to create the next big box office hit."

"Back to my roots? Heh, if they really want a masterpiece, something to top all my other films perhaps a hiatus is long overdue. Then, they'll experience the best damn movie they've ever seen!" Gangrel had voiced to himself as he headed to the bottom of his theater and flipped the power switch to the theater, shutting the premiere lights off.

PRESENT DAY

"…Aaaaaaaaaand complete!" Gangrel had sat in his corroding office chair finishing the last letter to whoever he was planning on sending it to.

It had been a quiet 30+ years for the famed director. After closing both his theater and production company many were wondering what had happened and if he had truly given up from show business. To his surprise many of his box office busts had turned into cult classic by very many Gangrel fans around the world. Many speculated he had went into hiding to work on his next masterpiece or that he had thrown in the towel and decided to live amongst the average joes.

"To think that it would've taken this long to finally complete my life's work." Gangrel excitedly began to stuff four letters in separate envelopes with blood stained bows wrapped around them. With all the excitement, the Director failed to notice the silhouette behind him, watching. He felt its presence and spun around in his chair.

"I see you're here to witness the finishing touches, right.?" The shadow did not say a word and remained in the same position.

"Look I signed your contract and made your deal. I've kept up with my end of the bargain and now it's time to pay your dues as well!" Gangrel was getting annoyed with whatever he was talking to and asserted himself against it.

The thing took notice and finally shifted towards the chipping desk in Gangrel's abandoned office and swiped the letters before exiting the door. He gave a sigh of relief before overlooking his office and the current state it was in.

"It won't be long before this place becomes the shining star it once was long ago." He had said to himself. He headed towards the projector room to complete his finishing touches before his special guests arrived. He had loaded one of the five film reels in his collection and placed a purple urn that gave off an eerie glow on a small wooden table next to the film projector.

"I've worked so very hard for this. This is truly my life's work coming into motion, and the only thing missing are my actors. Heh heh." Gangrel pulled out 4 photos from a his jacket pocket and scanned them as he laughed maniacally and began echoing throughout the empty theater.