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Suits, ties, hair grease, lies, race baiting and cameras.

Robin, an early 40s light-skinned black women, with short curly sandy brown hair, gold earrings and a peach top ornamented with a black beaded necklace sat behind her desk stoic and reporting the latest news on the worldwide meteor shower.

The first meteors impacted in Japan. The smartphone blared.

We spoke to Dr. Hiroshi Saito. "I would like to call it evolution," Professor Saito nodded with a smile, cradling a creature blurred by the camera. "He was an elderly man. His face eroded and creased by time, the top of his head vacant due to cancer and his brown eyes amplified by round spectacles. Wearing a white lab coat and slacks he sat behind a lap top facing the international media."For decades, no, centuries, we as humans have flipped the paradigm. We were the hunted once upon the time," the subtitles translated, "we reversed that and became the hunters. Now, evolution is returning everything to the original status quo. The creatures do not wish to conquer us but to live in harmony among us," his forefinger tickling the jaw a small round sugar pink creature that the camera intentionally blurred.

"The West is calling this a virus, it is no such thing. This is evolution." Dr. Saito continued."How do you explain the meteors?" One reporter asked."Since the dawn of time meteors have fallen. The Ice Age that wiped out the dinosaurs. Pangea's separation, among other things. I like to think of the particles that are causing 87% of the animals on our planet to mutate and evolve into more powerful and amazing beings." Saito smiled.

"Clefai-" the creature squeaked before being censored.

"Some breeds of dogs have been affected. The Doberman notably. Cats. as well. Rather than look at this in an aggressive stance, I believe we as humans have destroyed the world we live in enough due to our lust for power. We should just sit back. enjoy watching these creatures evolve before our eyes. We are apart of history."

"Cle-" BEEP

"We'll bring you more updates as this story develops." Robin stated with a pokerface before the camera was switched off.

Corin rolled is eyes and switched on his phone to check RAWs results as the midnight black SS cruised down the road.

He was average height, brown toned skin, his hair slightly grown into a mini-fro reminiscent to the legendary comedian Bernie Mac. Dressed in a hoodie and jeans.

"Cena won," Corin announced to a resounding FUCK that resonated through the automobile.

Larrell sighed leaning against the shotgun passenger seat glass. He knew he had saw something, he just couldn't distinctly remember or comprehend what he had saw that night.

(Blame it on the alcohol?) He thought as the Linkin Park song Forgotten began to play and the others began to recite the lyrics.

Corin continued to flip through his oblivious to the empty oddysey.

Trey sat in the back. eyes shut, exhausted from their trek.

Trey was from New York, a gallant, almost arrogant look confounded and rubbed most strangers the wrong way. Brown-skinned, like Corin he sported a mini-fro. Growing his hair out to enjoy the youthful freedom. Wearing jeans and hoodie as well.

Prince sat in the drivers seat. alcohol fueled. guiding the vehicle back to campus with a six pack of beer in his stomach.

Corin and Trey had both insisted on driving but Prince shot the down.

Arguing with Prince was only easy if you had ovaries.

Prince was over six feet tall with cropped black hair that he constantly considered growing out and twisting into dreadlocks, honey brown eyes and light coconut skin, Chicago-born and militarily trained man riding his GI bill and just an overall fun guy to be around but too serious at times. Wearing a leather jacket and jeans.

Nostalgia was tricky. How did we get here? Larrell pondered, his mind tracing his memory to the origin of his friendships.

(Light, tomorrow...it never comes) A dark stoic stoic filled Larrell's mind as the Chevy turned onto Highway 30.

WHURRRR!

The police sirens blared.

"Shit," Prince hissed. A resounded wave of dread drowned their hearts. Prince had just downed a six pack. They were fucked and as Prince slowed the car to a stop everyone knew it.

Corin cursed, elbowing and waking Trey, PO-Lice, Corin mouthed to the groggy Trey.

Sweat and tears began to fall as Prince rolled down his window.

(Please, God. Please...) Praying was all Larrell could think to do right now. Alcohol, four young black men and one loaded gun taped to the bottom of the drivers seat.

(Fuckin Chicago people) Larrell rolled his eyes before a knock on his own window brought back to reality. With his hands raised, Larrell lowered the window and stared into the brown eyes of a plump dark-skinned black officer with a toothbrush thick mustache.

"License and registration," the white officer grunted at Prince who slowly relinquished the requested items.

After a moment, Prince looked up, "What did I do?"

"You missed that left turn back there." The white officer claimed.

Larrell, Corin and Trey all cocked their heads trying remember if there'd been a sign for a left turn.

Corin had been on his phone.

Larrell zoned out.

Trey knocked out.

"HEY!" The black officer shouted into the car, "we ask the questions, not you. Understood?"

"Yes, sir." Prince nodded calmly.

"Everyone out of the car, now!" The black officer shouted.

"Fuck," Corin grunted, anger flowing through him. His mind visualized stomping Prince's skull in for drinking. Wanting to stomp his own brain's out for agreeing to come to this bullshit.

Immediately, the black cop backed away upon hearing Corin cursing, " Stop resisting," the cop shouted, drawing his Baretta.

"Wha-I'm not r-"

BANG!

When Corin opened his eyes it was blurry. A dark blurry dot of lead inches from his forehead.

Frozen in time. the bullet floated. uncontested and unchanged. The flowing river of time had been frozen.

Prince and Larrell were both already standing outside the car. Trey door was halfway open but already the white officer had drawn his weapon and fired, the bullet and smoke frozen in the chamber.

Prince, Larrell, Trey and Corin glanced around.

"The hell-" Prince grunted, "Fuck it, get back in, lets roll!

Everyone quickly snapped to their senses, hopping back into car as Prince started the Chevy and gunned it down the highway.

"I am NOT this fucked up, are y'all seeing this shit?" Prince asked as he steered past the frozen traffic.

"Hey Prince, just so you know," Corin reaching beneath the seat and tearing the Desert Eagle from beneath it, wiping it down with his shirt and throwing it out the window, "I'm gonna kill you when we get back."

BANG!

"Suddenly, the Chevy shook and swerved.

"Everyone glared at Corin.

"You can't be serious." Tre sighed as the Chevy screeched to a stop on three tires.

"Fuck my life," Prince sighed, his face slumping into the steering wheel softly.

Suddenly, a violet glow radiated the windshield, commanding their attention.

They all looked up and stared into its eyes.

(Our meeting was inevitable...) the cold stoic voice filled their minds, nightshade jasmine eyes with grey skin. (Oh shit!) Tre gawked.

(What the fuck?!) Prince stared breathlessly at it.

(I fuckin knew it.) Corin shook his head with a wry smile.

"Mewtwo!" Larrell said.