Roger stepped back step by step stunned

Roger stepped back step by step stunned. Dorothy's eyes glowed red and she would not speak.

"Dorothy." And suddenly Roger felt a piercing pain in his face and he was thown down on the ground. Roger bled on the lip. Dorothy had striked him in the face. Lightning fast the blw was that he could not guard against it. Roger then felt another blow this time in his stomach. He fell back again. Dorothy had striked him again.

Dorothy ateempted to stamp on Roger but Roger quickly rolled to the side.

Roger quickly got up and drew his hand gun.

"Dorothy. What is wrong?" Dorothy did not reply. And then he knew it could not be Dorothy. For Dorothy would not hurt another person without reason. For it was not Dorothy. "Dorothy. Do not make me fire the gun." Dorothy's eyes flared again.

Roger suddenly felt terrible pressure on his throat.

At light speed, Dotothy had grabbed Roger's throat. Roger couldn't feel the ground beneath his feet.

He strggled to free himself from Dorothy's grasp. Then Roger quickly thought and kicked Dorothy in the stomach area. Roger was freed and franticly ran for the gun that had fallen out of his grasp.

When he had fully recovered his breath and gun, he looked around and he was stunned.

Dorothy was not in sight.

"Dorothy?" Rogers voice echoed throught the giant generator room.

Roger knew he had to get out. He pocketed his gun and continued to walk along the unstable catwalk. The catwalk did not seem to end and the flicking weak lights dizzied him. At last he reached the end of the giant room. Light peered through the door.

Roger held his gun and entered.

"God…No…"

Roger had come upon the ruined city under which Paradigm city had been put over. It gave Roger terrible memories. And the horrid dream that molested him in his sleep bothered him once again. And in the erie backround he could hear the chanting and praying of the people who had met the fate forty years ago. Roger's eyes dialated and he fell upon his knees. Tears streamed down his eyes onto his cheeks and he held his stomach. He did not know what caused this emotion. But it caused him great pain.

So much pain overcame him. The dream the chanting. He could not take it.

He took the gun and put it against his head…