The camera is staring into the dark, cold, wet ally way, the camera turned as a Crow flew out of the bush in front of the camera. The camera followed the black bird, as it landed on top of the sewer hole cover. The bird's 'caw' echoed. The camera went into the sewer where the bodies of Jonathan, and Natalie lay. It zoomed in on Jonathan's eyes. He opened his eyes and gasped for air, soon realizing he needed no air, no heartbeat, no nothing. He was as dead as his father. But he is alive in some way.
"H-How is this possible?" Jonathan asked himself.
"Anything is possible Jonathan." a voice said calmly.
"W-where are you!? Who are you!?" Jonathan yelled.
"I am everywhere you are. I am your guide. Follow me, and justice will be served." the voice replied.
"What justice!?" he screamed, pulling his long black hair.
"Of your death, and Natalie's death of course." the voice answered.
Jonathan struggled with his emotions, throwing things, breaking things, anything he could do that was destructive.
"Calm down Jonathan." the voice whispered.
Jonathan stopped, and had a flashback of him and Natalie in there Motel…
"Jon, stay still, I am going to put make-up on you." Natalie smiled.
"NO! Why?" Jonathan screamed, hiding his face.
"Because once, I was saved by this man, and he is my hero. But now that I know I will never see him again, this will make you my hero." Natalie replied, pushing her hair off to one side.
"O-Okay…" he said back to her, softly.
Natalie grabs a white see-though-ish container and opens it and grabs a paintbrush. She begins to paint his face, covering every inch of skin on his face, 'til his face looked like a ghost. She grabbed another container, and opened it and dipped the paintbrush in it and it was black this time. She painted his eyes and lips and made him look like a sad clown.
"See, you look just like him." she said, kissing him softly.
"I will be your hero, no matter what." he replied, hugging her tightly.
Jonathan looked over to the mirror and grabbed the paintbrush Natalie had used. He painted him self identically, then he whispered "I will be your hero, no matter what." He then grabbed his long trench coat and walked outside in the cold rain. He walked speedily to a nightclub just a few blocks from the Motel. He walked in and walked straight through the dance floor and into a room in the back. He saw a familiar looking guy.
"Hey! Who the hell do you think you are!? Halloween isn't for 5 months!" laughed the man. "Get this punk outta here."
"Haha, no problem Skull." laughed a guard.
"I only want you Skull." Jonathan screamed, jumping up on Skull's desk.
"Okay, let's go." Skull laughed, opening a drawer in the desk and bringing out a gun. He cocked it and shot Jonathan in the chest.
"Haha, not so smart Skull." Jonathan laughed.
"What the fuck!?" Skull roared.
"C'mon…Try Your Best…" Jonathan continued.
Those three words brought back the one year memory of when he helped kill Jonathan and Natalie.
"You! Your dead!" Skull screamed in horror.
"Not dead enough.." Jonathan smiled. He then grabbed Skull by this throat and screamed, "WHO KILLED ME, AND NATALIE!?"
Skull made a gurgling sound.
"TELL ME" Jonathan ordered.
"Kirk…." he choked.
Jonathan smiled and through him out the window, where he landed on top of a car. "Have a good day boys."