Chapter 35: A wedding and a talk with the almighty
To: Everyone. (mainly stuart) I have to admitt, the french have done something right! Good for them, its a good thing, and I'm happy that they did it. They banned the TV network Al-MANAR, a hate filled arab net run by a terrorist org. GO FRANCE! Keep it up, its the first step in the right direction and I congratulate them for it. Whats more, is that they even beat the U.S. to it, and I gotta give them extra credit for that. I'm saying this to show I'm not completely unfair towards them. With this event I have hope that france may once again start moving in the right direction in this new, dangerous world.
To: Everyone again, this chapter might be a little controversial. A charecter has a talk with god. Theres nothing suggesting that any particular religion is wrong, or anything like that. I portray god as a kind old man, who loves everyone. I dont say christianity is right and islam is wrong or anything like that, so pretty much anyone should be able to read it without being offended. In fact, its entirely possible the whole scene is the product of the chars brain going crazy.
To understand the tamaranians love of Starfire, and her sister, Blackfire, one would have to look into the archives. In the early years of theyre life the public fell in love with them, watching videos of the first steps, first flights, and hearing tales of the girls causing mischeif in the castle. There were hours upon hours of videos of them, at play, in a tutor session, and most of all just being 'cute' as little girls should. Theyre parents were very liberal in giving the media access to the daughters. The daughters loved the attention, and it made people happy. They grew up in front of the cameras, pointing and smiling whenever they saw one, sometimes waving or blowing a kiss.
Perhaps, in Starfires case one video above all others made people cry tears of mirth. It was a video from when she was nine, and was most peoples favorite of her. It was this video that would best help an off worlder to understand the public love for her.
A young Starfire creeps up to the castle wall. Behind her is one of the more mangy looking beasts of Tamaran. A rettew deb. Thick layers of oily, stinking fur cover the beast. It stands on four legs, each the hight of a mans chest. It was much like a bear of earth, but with the legs of a horse and the stink of a skunk. Needless to say it dwarfed little Starfire, who was covered from head to toe in mud, (and what we hope is mud) from her ordeal trying to capture the beast. Starfire had it under control now. With rettew debs it was just a simple matter of chasing the beast to exhaustion, wrestling it, and putting a chain around its neck as a leash. Simple as that- for a tamaranian child. The beast growled at the wall, knowing it was man-made and best to avoid. Starfire turned and 'shhed' it.
"Shhh!" She pat it on the knee cap, which was as high as she could reach without flying. "No more growly noises now please." The robotic hover camera that was following her zoomed in, and Starfire turned to it. "Please do not tell on me!" She giggled. "I have named him 'snuggles' and do not wish my parents to find out." She smiled into the camera, and when the video was first played thousands across the planet all went 'aww' at the same time. Starfire floated over the wall and peaked to look for guards. There were none. She lowered herself and picked up her pet by the scruff of the neck, getting ready to lift it over. When she did so it looked like the large animal jumped and she held on, except this was not the case. The little robot flew after her as she set the creature down on the other side of the wall. The creature was gently set down, and backed off from Starfire a little fearfully. It was comical to see something such as this cower to a little girl no more than nine.
Starfire pat the rettwe deb on the nose again. "There. Now I will feed you, clean you, hide you, and you can make all the growly noises you wish." The camera zoomed in on the gross beast, a little too close. The creature turned on the hovering camera bot. There was a blur of motion, a growl, and all went black.
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"Yes, that was most destructive. Come, I know where all the good food is kept."
The now inopperable camera sparked and picked up a few more seconds of audio feed before going black. Immediately another was dispatched, and caught up to Starfire in the kitchen. It flew through the hallways, following the trail of mud- and what is hoped to be just mud- to the kitchen. In the grime can be seen Starfires foot and handprints, and the larger feet of her newest pet. As they grew closer to the kitchen Starfires foot prints skidded into one long mark, where it was obvious the creature had smelled food, and tugged on the chain. Starfire had been pulled along by the hungry thing. The camera turned the corner to see the newest addition to the royal family diving snout first into a walk in freezer. Starfire was haplessly pulled along by the chain, and bits of food- and what is hoped to be food- could be seen flying out the door.
"I said you may have a little. The cook is most certain to notice you have consumed all of that! Please stop now. No, don't eat that. My mommy said I couldnt have any, and I am most certain she would not allow you to have it if I could not." Starfires voice became more and more strained as she tried to curb the mad animals eating frenzy. The camera hovered outside the door to the freezer. Unable go any closer for fear of being hit by debris. In four minutes the beast ate four weeks of prep work, and left behind a smell the head cook was sure still lingered to present day. "Alright, that is enough!" Something in the freezer glowed green, and an extravagant amount of food flew out the door. The creature whined, and Starfire carried it out. "We must hide you now, and later I am sure you will need to make waste in the yard due to the food you have consumed."
The camera followed Starfire through the hallways, leaving no mud trail due to her flying. After several minutes of following the audio feed picked up the agonizing cry of a cook who's kitchen has been destroyed. "I think we must hurry in hiding you." Starfire said. Foot steps could be heard from down the hall. Starfire quickly shoved her pet in a nearby closet and slammed the door. She leaned against it, and tried to act as if nothing was amiss as her father rounded the corner, a big squishy vein was sticking out on his forehead, and Nightfire followed close behind him.
"Starfire what is that smell?" Her father asked. He looked at the door, the dirt -and what he hoped was dirt- all over the surrounding area and his daughter. What had she dragged home this time?
"I do not smell anything father." Starfire lied.
"Something bad happened in the kitchen." He went on, trying to keep his patience. A loud crash came from the closet, and Starfire tried to cough to cover it up. "Do you know anything about it?"
"What is in the closet Starfire?" Asked her mother.
"Nothing?"
"Are you sure its nothing? I know a little girl who's rear will be quite sore if she says its nothing, and it turns out to be a something." Her father warned. Starfire broke into a nervous sweat.
"Welll..." She fidgeted, and drew and imaginary line in the sand with her toes. "It is not something, but it is not as though it is nothing. Its just a little something."
"Then why dont you open the door, and show us this 'little something'?" Her mother prodded.
"Well, it is not so much a little something, as it is a medium to full sized something." Another loud crash came from the closet. "It is..."
"What is it?" Her mother asked.
"It is noisy."
Both parents smacked theyre foreheads. Children lead to brain damage, they were sure of it. "Open the door Starfire." Her father commanded. Starfire drew in a breath through clenched teeth, and grabbed the door. She swung it open, and the camera got a good shot of the wild rettew deb brutalizing the contents of the closet. The audio feed picked up the king and queen, cursing, and Starfire cheerily asking if she could keep it before it cut out again. What happened next entailed a spanking, and had been edited out out of respect. When the feed came back on Starfire was sitting just outside the castle walls on a rock. Her 'pet' was running off into the distance in the shot, and Starfire was whimpering. She wipped her nose with her arm, which only made the grime smear around worse.
"My parents are so mean." She pouted, obviously exagerating as children often do. "They would not even let me have one tiny little pet, and it barely made a mess at all!"
It was glimpses of life like this inside the palace that had lead an entire people to love the two sisters. Starfires 'can I keep him' episode, and Blackfires 'I didnt break it, it was all broken when I found it' one were just examples of how the people had become familiar with them. Now, we go back to present time.
Starfire and Jinx kneeled together on the high balcony of the palace. Below them was a sea of people who had grown attatched to her through videos like the one above. They had come from all over the globe to see this, and to get a glimpse of the off worlder, Jinx. The issue of sexuality was null here, Starfires choice being so rare that none quite knew how to react to it. It didnt matter though, this was the little girl the planet had seen brining home wild rettew debs, they had seen her grow up and adored her.
The ceremony was a silent one. As in all ceremonies, the two to be bound were covered in a white shroud and made to kneel next to each other. There was nothing here that resembled a priest, but before them was an alter with an urn on the top. The urn contained the ashes of Tamarans first king. In non royal families the ceremony was performed with the ashes of a deceased familly patriarch, but this was not a non royal ceremony. When the time came, a dagger would be brought out and placed between them. Starfire was to make a cut in the palm of her hand, and Jinx in hers. Then, it was Beast Boys job to take the lid on the urn and place it between them. They would turn towards each other, and extend the cut hands out from the white shroud. Even though they could not see, they were to find each others hands with no fumbling, and sqeeze several drops of theire inter-mingled blood into the urn. At this stage it was Beast Boys job to guide the hands over the urn if need be. When this was done Beast Boy would re-cap the urn, and return it to its alter. Spilling the blood into the ashes was considered getting a blessing from the first king, who ages ago had lead Tamaran in a war of freedom against a nearby planet that had enslaved them.
Jinx kneeled on her matt in silence. Through the fabric she could make out figures moving nearby. Turning her head just slightly she could make out the shapeless form of Starfire under her own white shroud. She had wanted to scoff, wanted to make remarks about this, but Starfire held it dear, it was tradition, so she would go along. It was so odd to her though, that the ceremony only took twenty minutes, and no one talked durring it. It was more than a far cry from what she would have expected on earth.
Beast Boy stood next to the alter. It came up to his neck. He had been dressed in an ash colored robe similar to the ones Starfire and Jinx were wearing under the shrouds. He took a deep breath. He had been warned that if he spilled so much as one ash he would not leave the planet alive, and he believed it. The king came up behind him with his wife. Beast Boy noted she looked worn down. Her eyes seemed sunken, her face thin. The king removed the cap to the urn, and Beast Boy looked inside.
Inside were ashes, of course. What caught his attention were the spots in the ash that looked differant colors. The darkest spot he could tell had been for STarfires parents, the next, her grandparents, so on and so forth all the way back up the line. It was almost like a familly history written in blood. The king set a knife next to the urn, and urged Beast Boy to give it to the girls.
Starfire sensed Beast Boy walking closer. Good, it was almost over then. The part of the ceremony under the shrouds was meant to give the couple a few last minutes of reflection in solitude, to make sure that this was what she wanted. She wasnt afraid Jinx was going to change her mind, she just didnt like that her father was outside, hoping she would have a change of heart. Starfire heard a 'clink' as the knife was set between them. Starfire reached for it, being in the familly already it was hers to take first. She retracted it back up into the shroud with her, and cut a small crescent moon shape into the palm of her hand. She had to will the small cut not to heal, lest it would close up before it should. Carefully so she didnt stain her shroud she put the knife back out on the ground, for Jinx to take.
Jinx heard the knife clink again and reached for it. It was right where Starfire had said it would be, and she carefully brought it back under her shroud. Having never been a fan of self mutilation, and not having the stomach for it Jinx looked away as she made a small cut on her hand. With Starfire being a vampire, and her being a houkounin, one would never expect her to be squeemish about her own blood, but everyone has theire quirks. For Jinx it was more a thing about being the one to cause her own blood to come out. Jinx looked at the small cut, and her skin became a shade more pale. She quickly put the knife back out where she had picked it up. She hoped this would be over soon, kneeling like this was becoming uncomfortable.
Beast Boy saw Jinx put the knife down and on que they reached for each others hands. They didnt have to fumble blindly at all. They clasped at the center between them, and a few drops of blood began to drip down onto the ground. That was his que. He picked up the small urn, and with more care than he had ever used before he walked towards them, sweating nervously. He did not wish to die over the contents of a spilled ash tray. He set the urn down near theire hands and guided them over it. He watched as a few drops of blood fell into the ash, darkening a spot that would forever be Starfire's and Jinx's. He had been told to watch for ten drops, and when it seemed the prescribed ammount had soaked into the ashes he took the urn away, and just as carefully brought it back to the alter, where the king recapped it. Beast Boy had to wonder, did the man have to glower so much? Couldnt he have at least tried to look happy on a day that meant so much for his daughter?
"Arise Starfire of Tamaran, and Jinx of" He paused, as if the next word tasted bad "Earth. Arise as one, now bound in a marriage blessed by the first king, the king of kings." These were the only words to be spoken durring the ceremony, and with those words it was over. Starfire and Jinx threw off the white shrouds, revealing what they were wearing. They each wore a white gown, with a tail to it that would drag on the ground ten feet behind them. It was of no worry, the fabric was fray proof, and could not be made dirty. The gowns were long, featureless save for a belt which was also white, but at the same time dignified and elegant in a way. Starfire looked for her father, just in time to see him leaving. It hurt like the stab of a knife, but her mother was still there. Nightfire was leaning against a support collumn nearby, a happy, but tired look on her face. She nodded to her daughter, and she went to the edge of the balcony.
"Let the feast begin!" Starfire shouted. Down below the sea of red heads cheered. In the next few hours tons upon tons of foods and wines were to be consumed. Jinx watched as fireworks were lit off in celebration, and holographic images of them were projected onto the night sky, so all could see what the princesses looked like. Jinx saw her image, and realized it was being projected in real time. She then spotted a little drone hovering near her, pointing what was obviously a camera lense at her. Jinx narrowed her eyes at the little device.
"Buzz off." She mumbled. The unfortunate drone crackled with pink energy and shot straight up into the night sky, never to be seen again. Jinx's holo image faded out on the night sky, much to the dismay of the crowd below. She was easilly the most exotic thing any of them had ever seen. She looked to Starfire, who was waving to the crowd below. Beast Boy came up to her side, and she noticed his robe was much like her own. "Soon as this is over, I'm finding a tailor and having him make me some nice, earth like clothes." She mumbled to him. He nodded.
"Yeah, but the robes a step up from what she's had you wearing isnt it?"
Jinx pondered this. It was true, wearing the robe was the first time in a while now she had not felt naked in the skimpy tamaranian clothes. "Yeah, its alot warmer too." Jinx noticed Beast Boy sticking his finger in his ear. "What are you doing?" She asked him.
"My ear itches. My fish died, and they put a smaller one in, its wiggling around still."
"What did it die of?"
"Girls said it starved to death. Then they just keep laughing every time I asked them how it could starve."
Jinx rose an eyebrow, and bit back some laughter. "Don't they feed on thought?"
"Yeah, dont know whats so funny though."
"Proof video games rot your mind." Jinx said, and walked away shaking her head. Maybe someday he would figure it out on his own, but she didnt want to be the one to break it to him. Behind her she left a much confused Beast Boy, who still couldnt figure it out.
I mean, whats so funny about a fish that feeds off of thought starving to death in my head, he wondered. Then, some part of his mind that had been asleep on the job of late woke up, and he got it. "Oh thats just not funny." He said. "Thats not funny at all!"
"And across the finish line comes Beast Boy, last horse to finish." Teased Jinx from across the balcony.
"Hey, its not funny! He yelled back. "That poor little fishie died because I forgot to think about food!" He said, feeling guilty. If only he had thought more about food, then the fish would have not starved to death. Obviously, it could only feed on thoughts of food! It made perfect sense!
Jinx slapped her forehead and rolled her eyes. "Swing and a miss."
Howard Smith explored Robix's home as he looked for 'evidence'. He was trying to see if she was worth letting live, or if she was evil and corrupt by looking at the things she owned. No, no this did not look good, Howard thought. In the kitchen he had found many things he did not like. In one drawer he found tin foil, something drug users use to smoke off of. He found a whole roll of it, and that was bad. On top of the fridge there was a glass jar full of money. A piece of masking tape was stretched across it, and the word 'tips' scribed on the tape with sharpie marker. Howard saw this as most likely being drug money. He found a cat that had an eye missing. She must have been an animal abuser. He found a lighter near the gas stove, Robix used it when the pilot went out but Howard didnt see it that way.
Through the apartment Howard fought many things he did not like. In the closet he found a halloween costume with a steel mask. That was probably the only thing in the house he did not see as an excessory to evil doing, when in reality it was the only thing in the house that was the least bit damning. It was with a heavy heart that Howard decided the girl must die. First, she spit in the eye of justice, and then, she failed to live up to his standards. Howards new jump city didnt need people like her, oh no. And of course, he wasnt doing this just because she had insulted him, never. That would be an abuse of his power, he would never do anything like that, not ever. He finished up with his inspection and decided to call it quits. There was no helping this girl, she was just too far gone to the evil side to let live. Later, Howard decided, when she got home from work he would have to fix this problem. He would return with his suit, and do the job he had been born to do.
Howard got home quickly. His lawn had gone to hell, and many letters littered the area about his mailbox. It didnt matter. He had enough money to keep the house. He was living off of his deceased sons college fund. The letters were mostly condolence letters, and a few from work saying he was fired most likely. The lawn, well, if it bugged the neighbors that much then they could feel free to mow it themselves. Howard went to the basement and looked at the shining suit of armor he had made with his own hands.
Then, he looked at his own body. Covered in sores from where the armor pinched him, healing open sores from mal-nourishment. He had been driving himself towards his death in that suit. He looked at his face in the reflection on the chest plate. He looked so thin. He looked down at his arms again, covered in deep tissue bruises and healing sores. He backed away from the armor, as if it were something to be feared.
"NO!" He said, the last shred of his sanity trying to regain control. "This isnt what I built you for! This isnt right! This has gone too far, this can't go on!" He yelled at the suit.
'Yes. We are one, we are justice.'
Howard held his head in his hands and shook, trying to dislodge the voice in his head. "NO! Justice isnt meant to be kept by just one man! We've strayed from our path, this has to stop!"
'He gave us this responsibility. God almighty ordained us to do this.'
"And we strayed from his path!" Howard retorted.
'Have we, have we really Howard? We have only done what we could, what is right. Who's to say what is right by the laws of men is right by the laws of god? Have we strayed from the paths of god, or strayed from the paths of the men, towards gods? Can you say for certain?'
"Get out of my head!" Howard yelled. "Get out of my house! You are no longer wanted here, this isnt right! Justice is a divine force, and even god couldnt set its weight on a mortal man, its too much! We are imperfect! No one mortal man was ever meant to bear that burden"
'Not us Howard. They are imperfect. They killed your son, don't you remember? He gave us this, all of this. He gave us this job.'
"NO! True justice is to be metered out in the afterlife, not here!"
'And what are the living to do until then? Suffer lawlessness? He wants you to defend those too weak to defend themselves.'
"That doesnt mean we have to kill people."
'We simply speed up the process, pushing them foward to the afterlife, for the final judgement.'
"No." Howard cried, feeling defeated and tired. He fell to his knees in front of the imobile suit. "This wasnt how I wanted it to be."
'What we want is differant from what he gave us.'
"HE DID NOT GIVE US THIS! WE HAVE DONE HIM WRONG!"
'Try to convince yourself of that Howard. You know you have lost, look for yourself.'
Shakingly, Howard got to his feet. He looked up into his reflection on the chest of his armor again, and what he saw shocked him. He could no longer see his own face, it was replaced by the cold mask of his armor.
'We are to be one Howard, I am The Justifier, and if you will not be one with me, you are no longer needed here.'
Howard Smith collapsed to his knees on the floor and screamed in pain as the last of his essence was ripped from him. The screaming soon became silent, and was replaced by maniacle laughter instead.
Howard Smith opened his eyes. He was greeted by warm sunlight, and there was a kind looking old man staring down at him. Howard didnt feel paniced, or anything at all really. He felt at peace.
"Hello Howard."
"Hello there." The old man helped Howard to his feet.
"Come walk with me Howard." The old man with the long white beard began to walk away from Howard, so Howard followed. He found himself in a corn field, much like the one near where he grew up. "Do you know where you are Howard?" The old man asked.
"Not exactly."
"Now don't be scared Howard, but just now down there you were pushed out of your own body. Your dead." The old man looked back through the rows of corn, and gave Howard a knowing look.
For some reason Howard believed him. "You know, thats not all that scary at all. Mind explaining how that works though?"
"Your body no longer has a soul, but continues to live. Simple as that."
"Alright. So, where is this?"
The old man stroked his beard thoughtfully. "Some call it heaven, others nirvana, to some its val hala, but not many call it that these days. In the end its really what you make of it."
"Wow." Really, it was all he could say. No, wait, it wasnt. "Wait, how did you know my name?"
The man laughed. "I know everyones name. Its my job." The old man said.
"I'm afraid I don't know yours."
"Again, some call me God, others Ala, its really unimportant." He cleared his throat. "Now, what I wanted to talk to you about was-
"Your god?" Howard asked in disbelief.
"Yes, and before you ask, yes, really." The man chuckled, and dissapeared behind a nearby row. Howard followed, and found he was in front of his old high school. God was at the front doors, and was waving for him to follow. Howard caught up quickly. "Now what I wanted to talk to you about was this Justifier fellow."
Howard cast his head down. "Him, yes. I created him."
"And then he kicked you out. I find it most concerning." God said as they walked through the hallways. "You don't have to wait for me to ask you something Howard, go ahead. You can talk."
"Thankyou." Howard looked at his old homeroom. "When the attack came I felt like I had been touched, like you wanted me to do something. I think thats the moment I created him. I deluded myself that you had this great plan for me, that I was supposed to help you. I'm sorry."
"I know you are Howard. But, when those androids attacked, I did call on you Howard. I called on you and you answered. You put your own life at risk, and lost your only son to save hundreds. Its after that you went wrong."
"How come you couldnt just stop it all?" Howard asked. "Why did you let it all happen? Why... why did my wife and daughter have to die? Why did that Slade fellow become so powerfull?"
"Oh now Howard, you know I dont like to meddle in the affairs of men that much. I gave men free will for a reason. They can use it to good or ill ends. If I were to stop them from using it to ill, then they wouldnt have free choice. And without free choice, you're all but mere puppets. With the blink of an eye Howard I could solve all the suffering in the world, but to do so would be to deny humans human nature, it would be so much better if men stopped the suffering of other men on theire own."
"I see."
"Oh yes, I do miracles. But when I do them right, you never know if it was me, or just extreme luck or chance. If you can't tell it was me, then I'm doing my job right."
"Thats not true. I saw a miracle that was proof you exist." God turned around slowly to face him.
"Oh? Care to elaborate?"
"Yeah." Howard said, full of confidence. "When Harrold was born he wasnt breathing. He was pale, something was very wrong. I remember, the doctors worked on him for almost two minutes." Harrold held out his hands, like he was holding a baby and tears fell from his eyes. "Two minutes of nothing, they were ready to give up, and then-" Howard looked God in the eye. "Then I heard him cry, and I knew he was going to be okay."
God smiled and nodded his head. "Yes, Howard, I do believe you have me on that one. Everyone sees one or two of those in theire lives. Now, if we could get back to what I wanted to talk to you about. Howard, this Justifier fellow is bad news all around. When I called on you, I only intended you to take action for that one day."
"I'm sorry." God turned around again.
"Don't worry too much about it. Mistakes are the way of men. Now, Howard, I have to call on you again. Can you help me?"
"What do you want me to do?"
"I want to send you back. I need you to take control again, and make one last sacrifice. Its going to be hard Howard, but when the time comes, you'll know your not alone."
"What do you mean?"
God smiled at him. "Well, you know that song, 'one set of foot prints in the sand'?"
"What? Can I see my son and wife before I go?"
"I'm afraid not. If you saw them now, you wouldnt want to leave. You have to stop Justifier, tonight. He's going to hurt someone that I don't want to be hurt."
"I'll do it."
God smiled. "I knew you would Howard, thats why I picked you." God proceeded to tell him a little about Robix. Not much, nothing Howard didnt know already.
"You want me to save her?." Said Howard.
"She's important to me. Everyone is."
"But- I, I've done such horrible things."
God smiled at him again. "Well Howard, no matter how far you get from the light, theres always a way back. Before the end, both you and her will realise that."
"This is my redemption?" Howard asked, afraid of damnation if he failed.
"No."
Howards heart sank, deeper than he ever thought it could. "Then, I am damned?"
"No. I'm asking you to do this. I'm calling on you again Howard, can you do this?" Howard looked as a hand was put on his shoulder.
"I can try."
"Good." God patted the shoulder. "Thats all I ask, is that you try."
"Before I go, when will I see my familly again?"
"Soon Howard, very soon. I promise." God turned around and began to walk away. "You won't remember any of this Howard, but I look foward to seeing you here with your children and wife. I look foward to seeing all my children here. OH! And your daughters eager to meet you. Good luck, and when you see the light, you'll know what to do."
Howard watched him dissapear in the distance, he just faded away. Howard leaned against the tree, and closed his eyes. They did not open again. It was impossible to say if it were a dream or not, but Howards essence was re-planted in Justifier.
Justifier didnt know this. Justifier was sure that Howard was gone and only he remained as he began to put the armor on. "I have work to do." Justifier told himself in a mirror. "Howard was in the way." He said matter-of-factly. He was not trying to justify his actions in kicking Howard out, he was simply talking to himself. He spoke with no emotion, almost like a computer. What little was left of him after kicking Howard out no longer felt emotion, it was not a complete personality. This 'justifier', this seed of evil, while incomplete had been more than powerfull enough to throw Howard out, or so it thought. Howard lived on, dormant, burried deep within the mind. Biding his time for when he would take control again. Howard knew, he would take control when the time was right, when he was not alone.
In the darkness, a prisoner in his own mind, Howard would wait until he saw the light. When he saw it, he would find his way back to it. He just had to wait.
Alright guys, I'm sorry but the fights gotta be postponed for the sake of updating on christmas. The wedding and the fight shouldnt be in the same chap anyway. Next chaps the fight, just the fight. It'll probly be short, but intense. Please leave a review. This is my present to you, so leave me one lol.