"Hey Rick! Good job on the pickup yesterday! Sit down, let me buy you a drink!" Zander, Rick's fellow cop was calling at him from the other side of the bar.
Rick plopped gratefully down on a barstool next to his friend and reached for the beer that the bartender had just pried open.
"Man that dude Thomas Yellow Whisky or whatever put up a fight when I had to have him locked him up for the weekend though!" Zander chuckled, "The dude kept on saying that he was innocent! Yah Right! Innocent my a-"
"Please don't finish that statement Zander I do want to sleep tonight you know"
"OK. So anyways I asked him how he could be innocent with that gun in his hand and he says that he took the gun from the 'real thief'. So then I ask him how come you've got rags on? The other guy had a WALMART costume on!
"So the dude says that he couldn't find his costume! So I say to him; how couldn't you have found it? You live in a bachelor's studio dump for $1 a month!
"He says that he was in a hurry and his place is a dump as usual!" Zander finished this story chuckling.
"I happen to believe that this Thomas YellowBOOZE is actually innocent. Yet he won't get killed in the cell after what I've seen him do in bars! He's knocked out guys who were twice his size and with twice the amount of alcohol in them then him." Rick commented.
"Yah! Tell me about it! A few years back when I got out of college we were in the same bar. And well." Zander topped there and felt his crooked nose.
Rick snorted and downed the remaining half of his drink so he would have an excuse to leave. He got up from the stool and walked out through the swinging doors of the entrance.
When Rick arrived home he heard the TV so he knew that his girlfriend had came by. He smiled to himself, as he thought of her lying there, obviously asleep since he heard Jerry Springer which she would have changed. He walked into the living room and kneeled down next to her to shake her awake. However, as he extended his hand to shake her awake she spoke out in a harsh voice that wasn't her own.
"The red suns are about to cross, and the last dawn of this star approaches as the fiery orbs bring forth the coming of chaos and blood. The oceans will recede as the rivers run dry. The skies shall rain fire and the mark of the light will shine bright as all else grows dark. The flaming chariot dawn by the steeds of darkness; Famine, Dischord, and Death will run through the light and all of the light and the dark will be consumed as the world begins anew." She spoke as her eyes glowed red.
He stared as the burning light in her eyes burst out as two red orbs and joined together on his forehead. He ran to the bathroom and looked in the mirror to see his face, yet on his forehead there was a scar that looked like an X with a circle on each end of the X and a square at the center of the X.
He kept on staring blankly at it then he vomited and blacked out.