"WHAT IN THE HELL JUST HAPPENED?!?!?!?!"
"Hmm... I don't think he can control the loudness of his voice..."
"WHAT?"
"Yeah, hopefully that should come back in a few seconds."
Dogbert was laying naked on the stone table. He didn't really seem to understand the fact that he was naked...or that he was on a stone table...or that he couldn't hear, see, or feel anything. Immortal souls that are separated from the body due to a mortal death tend to do that if not placed back into the body for a period of time. It was much like a coma, but they didn't have some dream during the time they were out. It was a taste of the beyond. And only immortals that have been separated this way have seen and lived to tell the tale.

"Dogbert, it has been half a year since you were in power of HA. There has been much change in the Council. I am now the emperor of the city that was once ours, Count Confusion has joined our forces, and an Elite by the name of Viggy has killed the lead of Omega, Dragonclaw. He plans to conquer both HA and the Sep base controlled by Confusion. Until we rid ourselves of this mess, we shall not go into the city unless we need to."
"If Count Confusion is with you, though, why isn't he present?"
"Ah, I believe that your voice has recovered. But your sight obviously still needs improvement; Confusion is right he-" But when Iamthey turned around, Confusion was gone, along with Matthew-Kaine. What had happened? Then he noticed a black rose on the floor. It was stained with blood. There next to the rose was the body of Matthew-Kaine.

"Iamthey... Count... backdoor... hurry..." Then he exploded in a mass of blood and skin. A bone went into Iamthey's chest, piercing his stomach. He quickly turned to dust and left through the door before more of the mess got on him. Though he may be immortal, he still felt pain, and a bone going into your chest isn't ever much of a good thing.

Dogbert stood up and tried to walk over to the remains after the explosion died down. He slipped on the blood and broke his head open on the stone table. Slowly but effectively his bones and nerves regrew as they were before. Everything was fully recovered. Now to find some clothes...

Tunnel #197B...

The Count ran as fast as he could back down the tunnel to HA. He needed to hurry if he wanted to outrun Iamthey. Matthew-Kaine also was bound to regenerate somehow as well. In all his days with Matthew-Kaine, he had never known if the man was immortal. But he was sure that if he wasn't, Iamthey could easily bring him back.

It was a shame that he had to do that to Matthew-Kaine. If all went to plan, they would still be friends after everything was sorted out. He knew that Iamthey had known Matthew for a longer time, but him and Confusion had been in touch for some time as well. But there was only one way to find out; keep running.

He finally came to the door back to Iamthey's chambers. But when he opened the door, Iamthey was sitting at his desk, working on some legal papers.
"Well, if it isn't Count Confusion; so nice of you to stop by. Can I help you with something, or should I just kill you now?"
"Iamthey! But you were just...Matthew was back...How did you get here so fast?"
"Who? Oh, silly me, I still have on Iamthey's skin." Viggy laughed sickly as he slowly peeled the skin of Iamthey off his cold, rough body.
"Yes, I believe you are mistaken. I have come here to give Iamthey a message, but I suppose it will work for you as well, considering that you both are working together."
"No we aren't. I was just gathering information."
"Oh? And what kind of infromation would you be looking for?"
"Nothing you will ever hear, Elite scum. Die!" Confusion yelled as he jumped and threw three knives into Viggy's upper chest. He roared an ear-shattering bellow and charged at Confusion with all his strength, sending them both out of a broken window. But Viggy had no time to kill the Count. There was still much work to be done.
"I believe this is over. We will meet again, Confusion, and when we do, one of us will die. Watch your back." Viggy declared as they fell from the Council building. There was an open sewer hole on the street directly below them. Viggy turned on his back in the air and fell straight in, closing the latch as he went. The Count fell to the ground, but he knew how to fall. After getting up, he ran to the latched door. When he opened it, there wasn't so much as a ripple in the pool of sewage. Again Viggy had escaped...
But so had he.