I exist in a place that is beyond time and space. Back when I wielded real power over this reality, the chosen few that knew of my existence called me Princeps. Those days are long over, now. Now HE is taking over my creation. Not satisfied with what he had already ruled with an iron fist, HE has taken to devastating entire positive-matter universes that were once under my control, and assimilating them into his anti-matter universe. I cannot do anything but watch on my monitors. Currently, HE is advancing on a universe that I designated Earth R…

Grove Street, Los Santos.

Carl "CJ" Johnson was just walking back into his house after making his rounds around the neighborhood. Recently crack dealers have been making a resurgence in the state of San Andreas, and he and his brother, Sweet, were determined on keeping the crack out of the realm of the Grove Street Families. Ever since Big Smoke's betrayal, well… It had gotten a lot harder to keep a lid on things. CJ's other business interests in San Fierro and Los Venturas had long crumbled, and with the election of a new police commissioner, the hammer had been brought down on the Families. Times were hard.

CJ walked into his living room, where his sister and GSF bookkeeper Kendl was watching the news, as she always did at this time. Usually the news dealt with the death of a youth or massive business corruption exposed. Today, though, the news was a little odd…

"Astronomers have announced earlier today that their instruments are losing their sight capabilities. The limits of what the Hubble Space Telescope could see have been steadily decreasing with no explanation as to what is wrong. Head NASA technicians have stated it to be a failing power reactor."
"Damn it," Kendl said. "They spend billions of dollars of taxpayers' money and they can't even wire their circuits right. What a waste."
Sweet came up behind the couch and pushed Kendl's shoulder a little. "Good thing we don't pay taxes then, eh?"
"Quiet, Sweet. You don't know if the house has been bugged or not," CJ warned.

CJ continued into the kitchen and his Dinner for Kings was already laid out. Cluckin' Bell. Oh joy.

A week later.

The TV was talking again. "Mass panic has resulted as scientists steadily lose visual contact with more and more of the universe, and even planets within our own solar system. There are no more stars in the night sky either. Many folks are predicting the end of the world…"

"I'm scared, Cesar," Kendl clung onto her husband, Cesar Vialpando.

"CJ, what are we going to do? The hood's panicking along with the rest of them!" Sweet demanded of his brother.

"Get heated and get some soldiers, Sweet. We gotta lock down Grove Street. The police ain't doin' nothing."
"I hear ya, CJ. Leave the guns to me." Sweet ran out the front door.

"Cesar, you and Kendl clear out of Los Santos. The city ain't safe no more, and I don't want my sister to get hurt. You hear me? There's an old house at the base of Mount Chiliad. Nobody's living there now, use it as a hideout. Me and Sweet will be there as soon as we can. NOW GO!"
Cesar did not say a word, but gave a nod to CJ as Kendl dragged him out of the house to his lowrider. CJ was left alone for a minute to comprehend the complete ridiculousness of the situation. It couldn't really be the end of the world, could it? He shook those thoughts out of his head and went outside to get his car and recruit some good soldiers.

The cityscape in the distance burned with such intensity that CJ could feel the heat from it, and it gave off a sickly red glow over everything. Wait, why was it dark out? CJ checked his watch. It was 3 in the afternoon! Where is the sun? To the south, about a block away, there was a loud burst of gunfire and screaming. A block… South… That's where the Families' gun contact was! No! CJ leapt into his car and burned rubber all the way behind the convenience store where their contact was.

People were running screaming out of the alley, some with multiple guns in their arms, some with multiple gunshot wounds. CJ pushed past them into the alley. The people cleared out, and there was the Families' contact lying dead on the ground, perforated with lead. Next to him, Sweet.

CJ didn't allow himself time to mourn the death of Sweet. It only made Kendl's survival all that much more important, his only family. He could not leave her to die. The Families were finished, now. CJ got in his car deliberately and snaked his way out of the burning city, down the dirt trails of backwater San Andreas to avoid the packed freeways. Eventually the imposing Mount Chiliad rose in the distance. Away from the flames and lights of Los Santos, CJ noticed that the sky was a milky gray color.

As he approached the mountain, his car's engine failed. "Great time for a car to crap out on me…" He got out and hoofed it to the old house at the base of Chiliad. Five years ago this house was used as a base for the Feds to hold a snitch that was going to testify against Pulaski and Tenpenny. CJ almost wished those days were back.

CJ threw open the door, and on the floor in front of him, in a pool of blood, was Cesar Vialpando. Or, what was left of him. Something had completely torn his body apart, limb from limb, and it looked… Half-eaten. A screech behind CJ forced him to turn around and draw his trusty pistol.

Kendl was kneeling on the ground, blood coming from her mouth. There were deep gashes all over her body, and her clothes hung off her in tatters. CJ looked the person holding her in the eye, and it was… Himself?!?!

No, not himself. This CJ was dark… Almost like a shadow. But his eyes were bright red, almost like Satan. Nevertheless, the shadow's features were an exact duplicate of CJ's. "Who the hell are you?!" CJ demanded of the shadow.

It didn't answer. It merely grinned, then roared at the sky like a demon, tearing apart the house in a shockwave. CJ was blown backwards and his gun flew out of his hand. He struggled back to his feet. The Shadow CJ grinned, with a more demonic twist this time, and pointed up at the sky with his free hand. CJ looked up.

The Moon was slowly disintegrating. It looked like parts of it were spiraling into oblivion, pieces of it tearing off and those pieces being torn apart, until you couldn't see them anymore. CJ looked back at his Shadow. In a grunting, satanic distortion of CJ's own voice, the Shadow said to him "Rex is taking over," and grinned again. Kendl whimpered, and CJ was reminded as to her presence in this whole situation.
"You better put her down right now, you… Thing!" CJ spat out the last word.

"CJ…" Kendl's voice was tortured, barely audible… "He… He…"

Shadow CJ pulled her to her feet by her hair and grunted into her ear. "What are you trying to say, dear? Any sex we had was completely consensual, wasn't it?" The Shadow made sure to look directly at CJ when he uttered the last two words. Shadow CJ swung Kendl into a classic kissing position, and forced himself onto her. After a couple of seconds of resisting quietly, Kendl's eyes suddenly flew open and she began muffled screaming. Shadow CJ dropped her to the floor, and grinned as blood dripped out of his mouth. He spat something onto the floor. When CJ looked closer… It was Kendl's tongue.

Shadow CJ produced a dark Walker Colt out of thin air and shot Kendl in the head, splattering brains everywhere. At this, CJ was consumed with unfathomable rage and charged the shadow, which was grinning widely the whole time. A brief struggle ensued, but the shadow easily overpowered CJ, and shot him in both his legs with the Colt. At the shadow's mercy, CJ asked him, "What is going on?"
Shadow CJ repeated the words "Rex is taking over," and took several steps back. CJ looked up at Mount Chiliad, which was being consumed and torn apart by this cloud of oblivion. After thirty or so seconds, the cloud came up behind the shadow, and it began laughing maniacally as the cloud enveloped him. CJ looked all around, and there was no escaping the cloud.

The cloud came upon CJ. He was twisted and thrown about violently, then he felt his body beginning to stretch behind human limits. For a split second, indescribable pain.

Then nothing. Total, absolute, nothingness. CJ ceased to exist.