FLASH! ISN'T REALLY.. HAPPENING?! Dr. Edwin screamed. As the fog of insanity slowly pushed back, he saw what was really going on. Montoya stood, screaming ranting incoherently about the virtues of mantarok. He will open you eyes to the truth, man is but an insect before him, we are merely sustenance to provide for his mightiness

Dr Edwin was overcome with joy like he had never experience. Even though he really never died, it sure did feel like coming back from the dead. There stood Alex, fully alive, he could have kissed her. If he didn't do something, she might not be alive for much longer. His gun had fallen out of his hand, and lay on the floor beneath him. He tried to bend down to pick it up, but found himself paralyzed, apparently the effect of whatever Montoya had done to him hadn't worn off yet. He stood, unable to help, forced to watch whatever happened to alex. Montoya seemed to have come to the end of his speech. For my master to return to his full eminence, he needs souls, the souls of all of the chosen, and I intend to give them to him a slight grin began to creep across his face, as his finger eased on to the trigger. I'm going to enjoy this suddenly a bullet ripped through the side of his head, his body crumpled in on itself. His face frozen permanently in a horrible smile. Across the room, the basement door stood open, there stood Michael Edwards, Glock Pistol smoking in hand. Alex and Dr. Edwin let out a sigh of relief. Lucky shot Michael said.