Beelzemon-The Dark Angel
It was dark, and I was alone. I had been aimlessly walking through the streets, replaying the past events over in my mind, images from earlier flashing past me. I still couldn't believe it. 'Did that really just… no, it couldn't have, it's just not possible. I must have been dreaming. Hit one too many times on the head by John. Yah, that was it, nothing more than a hallucination. My imagination acting up on me, that's all,' Despite that, I still hadn't convinced myself. No matter how many times I went over what had happened in my mind, I couldn't find any flaws in it. No trap doors, not a single projection,—it sure felt real—none of that smoke and mirrors junk, I couldn't even find a fucken' hidden camera somewhere! If it had been a trick, it was a pretty darn good one, and let me tell yah, I've seen some amazing pranks. Some of the ones I've seen deserve to be immortalized in prank history, and I mean World record books worthy. Yup, they were that good. But this one topped them all. And if it wasn't a prank, well I don't know what it could have been, 'cause, I know I have a wild imagination and all, but I could never dream something like that up. Besides, I couldn't shake the feeling that it had been real and that I hadn't been dreaming.