An: Rated T for scary images and little violence.

Prologue


It was a stormy night in Station Square. Everyone had turned in that night. Expect one figure. The figure in a trench coat was running for dear life. He looked behind his shoulders to see if anyone was following him.

"You there! Stop!" came a command form a deep voice. But the man kept running faster and faster. He dashed behind a alleyway and went up against the brick wall. "Where'd he go?" said a young voice.

"Beats me, but we gotta keep looking!" the deep voice said.

"It's pouring hundreds of gallons of rain on us! We'll put up signs tomorrow," the young voice suggested.

"Alright." The two men retreated to their car and drove away. The man in the trench coat sighed a massive sigh. He held a small cross to his mouth and kissed it.

"Thank you, Lord. May you protect me." The man put away his cross and started dashing for a building. He fumbled around his pockets for something. Soon enough he found it. It was a small flashdrive. He took out a laptop and put the flashdrive in a port. He typed some keys and e-mailed something."Someone please get this." Suddenly, there were two shots and the man stopped instantly. He looked at his chest and saw two spot of blood. "Lord, forgive me of my transgressions." Suddenly he fell to his feet and drop dead.