Camp Crystal Lake, New Jersey, May 11, 2010

Jason and Ginger were dropped off at their home. At this time, it should've been night, but something with planetary orbits does not allow it to be as much. Still, neither one of them appeared to mind as much.

"It'll be a while before we can spend some time under the moonlight again, Jase." she said, "I guess people will now be talking about 'in the light of Lucifer'."

Jason looked up at the sound of that name, as he never heard of it before.

"It's what they're calling that new sun." Ginger explained him, "You didn't hear?"

Jason shook his head, so Ginger was about to explain, but that's when they heard a hustle in the bushes. Ginger and Jason looked at each other, nodded, then spread away to catch whatever it was that's in the bushes.

New York City

Spawn was back in his alleys, no matter how much he disliked the area. From the top of a building, he could see how people were still working on rebuilding New York, when it's past midnight, in the new light from the new sun. He also saw preachers on virtually every corner of the streets, urging people to change their ways, now that 'Lucifer' has risen. If people only knew the truth about what's really awaiting them after death, they would all change their ways. Spawn himself had to find out the hard way, which almost makes him pity the ones he's seeing. At best, for the moment, he can keep the construction-workers he sees from dying on the job.

Denver, Colorado

Below surface, in a parking garage, Thirteen and Largo could be found in the company of Snake and Max. Down there, Largo and Thirteen took Snake and Max's files and tore them apart. With this, they made it official that whatever information they have on the two, will not be leaked out. Which is more or less the reason that they were there in the first place. As the two of them are being sought after, it's best for them to be left somewhere at random, where they wouldn't be linked with Largo, or any of his associates. For that, Denver appeared to be the best place, as Neither Largo or Thirteen even had to be there.

"You stuck to your end of the bargain, so did we." Largo added.

"I bet. Got a smoke?" Snake wanted to ask that for a long time.

"Free for five seconds and already you want to break the law?" Thirteen was surprised to hear him.

Snake didn't say anything. With that said, Largo gave Max what looked like a kid's I.D. Max looked at it, and read out loud: "Max Reed?"

"Thought you could use something like that." Largo explained, "It belonged to a kid who died around your age."

"So I am dead now?" Max asked him.

"No, it's just easier to use a dead person's identity than to make up one." Largo added.

Thirteen then got his hand inside one of his own pockets: "We even got one for you, Sna..."

"Save it." Snake interrupted him, after which he turned to leave.

"Suit yourself." Thirteen called after him.

Max, realizing she doesn't have any more business there, she decided to follow Snake.

"And I thought working with those other three would be hard." Thirteen told Largo.

Largo chuckled: "I guess. In any case, Tracy has his plans, and nobody is abusing it's power."

"Not a bad day, then." Thirteen remarked.

Once Max and Snake were close to the exit, Max stopped Snake: "If we have to leave, we'd best do it separately."

"So I go and you wait." Snake hissed, "What did you stop me for?"

Max, who got used to his short temper by then, just smiled: "So what are you going to do?"

Snake sighed, while turning his head away from her: "When that Winch's people found me before the cops did, back in Cleveland, I was with two more people. I'm gonna find them."

"Old friends?" Max asked.

"If friends leave you behind, then yes." Snake snarled.

Max understood then: "Well, first thing I'm gonna do is find another dead kid and take his or her name, instead of what that guy just gave me."

"Good for you." Snake hissed, while still not looking at her.

"So..." Max started, "... I'll see you around, Snake."

"Name's Plissken." Snake told her, before he left the area.

Once outside, he realized he'd have to do a much better job at hiding his face, now that the cover of darkness doesn't work in his advantage anymore. At best, he could sneak into smaller alleys and find his way out of town from there.

For Max, her only problem was being seen. A young girl on her own sticks out a little too much. Especially for those few people who'd dare to harm kids, even during the new daytime. Whoever tried, had no idea of they were dealing with, nor would they ever be able to tell anyone. Because, if you, as a grown man, were beaten up by a little girl, no matter what the circumstances, that's one thing you don't want others to know.

THE END