Chapter two: So it begins...

It was late after noon on Monday, a solo military soldier traveled the arid ground of what was known as Sin City, Las Vegas, was now known only as "Chaos Vegas." Instead of its beautiful, neon glowing casino lights, it was a city of effected and destruction torn. The air was usually smoke filled from fires burning that were untended to, becasue the rest of the world was in a frenzy to try and help eachother out without the means of military help. Las vegas was just another place affected like all the others were, it just looked like it had been through about 50 world wars in one day. few months since the destruction of Xana was released, and Vegas looked like a deserted ghost city. The military soldier was putting his life at risk, being out in the open, by himself with the look that was lost for them, but this didn't matter to him, he was determined to help anyone.

The soldier cam across a middle aged man, he was clearly dead, hanging over an electrical wire, above a wall just under it. The soldier climbed up it and carfully pulled the man's body down and carfully down to the dead grass ground below. Just as he got down a fire truck pulled up on the street infront of him, and out stepped a very large man with a steroid muscal build. He had a tattoo on the side of his face but no hair, he looked no older than 25. (for a general idea of what he looks use this; http/i4. photobucket. com/albums/ y133/Chamberlin/Rp20Stuffs/ napalm99.jpg ) He strolled over to the soldier, his expression plain.The soldier nodded,"Hey, this area is pretty bad, thanks for your help, best we-- ARGGHH!" the soldier yelled, as the man grabbed the soldier around the throat so fast and powerful, it was hard to even see. The man lifted the soldier off the ground, holding him in the air by his throat, sufficating him. The soldier kicked and squirmed trying to get free but slowly feel into the shadow of death, and remained motionless. The huge man dropped the soldier on the ground, where he fell down next to the dead middle aged man on the dead grass ground.

A young teenage carmaled skinned male(which is me) saw the ordeal a few feet from the man. He ran over and started shouting at the man about why he did that, while the enormous man climbed back into the fire truck. The man looked won at the young boy for a second, his pupils very strange looking, but a second later, he grabbe dthe boy by the collar of his black hooded shirt. For a second the boy thought he was going to end up like the soldier on the ground, surley the man could do it, he was adleast 4 times the boy's size, and pretty much strength, but instead of killing him, he lifted the boy into the truck and tossed him in the back seat of the fire truck. Closing the door, the man made the truck pull off," Youll be safe." was what the man said in a robotic-like voice to the young boy in the back. The boy didn't say anything but thought about the mans eyes...They fuzzled in and out of focus, like static on a tv..They looked like something he had seen before...Something on T.V., on a network called Cartoon Network or something...Last time he saw someone with thoes kind of eyes..they were--

The truck came to a screeching stop infront of a house about two stories high, this broke his train of thought to a stop. The gigantic man got out the truck, opened the back door of the truck and grabbed the boy, pulling him out. He ushed the boy roughly by his upper arm to the front of the house, which was painted a dull ugly grey, opened the dirty white large front door and thrusted him inside the house.The man closed the door behind the boy and made a clicking sound that was sure to mean that he locked it, but how? wasn't it vise versa, that you had to lock the door from inside. This theroy was proven different when he attempted to try and open the door, jerking and pulling hard, turnign the knob, but no luck at all. Sighing angrily, he turned his back on the door and looked at where he was, which was clearly the iving room of the house, due to the ugly matching grey furniture, and a glass table that was just as dull as the house, and painting that look a gazillion years old, not for what was just panted on them, but the dust build up too, it was thick as rubber glue! The boy shook his head in disgust at how someone could live in this dump everyday.

Just as he looked down the hall infront of him, a pretty middle aged woman walked into the room from a swinging door in the hall from the left. She jumped alittle from seeing him there and smiled to cover her shock. " oh Dear, you scared me there."she said in a breathless, cheerful voice. The boy raised an eyebrow and said,Uh..Sorry?" in a annoyed sort of voice. The woman didn't seem to notice it as she waved her hands, as if the subject wasn't important,"Oh dont worry about it Dear. Anyway, me and my husband are housing kids until they can reunite with their family's, we were lucky enough to have this house still standing from what happened...Anyway dear, qucik overview of the house, bathrooms and bedrooms are down that hall to my right, theres more rooms upstairs, the kitchen, den, and dining area are just behind me down this hall." She finished with a smile. The boy nodded and put on a fake yawn,"im very tired, i think ill get some sleep." he said, making a big yawn and covering his mouth. The woman nodded and hurried off to the kitchen , dissappearing behind the swinging door once again. The boy rolled his eyes, he wasn't near tired, he was gonna find a way out of this place. He walked down the hall where the bedrooms and bathrooms were. Every door was open except the last door on the right side. Just as he looked at this door, the woman called to him,"Oh yes dear, theres a boy in the last room down the hall...He's a bit messed in the head...Best to avoid him." This puzzled him but he thought nothing of it. He looked in every room and bathroom that was open, and every window was too small or boarded up. He frowned and figured he should try upstairs but just as he was about to, he heared moving around in the last room. Curiosity getting the best of him he walk over to the door.

Figuring he'd be able to handle someone that tried to attack him because of his size and because of his strength, he decided he was going to go in. Placing his hand on the door knob, he turned it slowly and pushed it open. what he saw made his eyes go wide and his mouth slwoly fall open...This wasn't real...This couldn't be real...It was stange and odd indeed...in fact, thats who he was looking at!

"Odd?"