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—Salutations, kiddos! Pull up a seat for the professor!

…Oi, there! It's me, Mr. Black, and I'm here to bring in the next act. But no Moment comes without a few add-ins, especially the announcements.

Speaking of "acts": Whad'ya think of the *last* one? Phew! That was *serious,* a bit *too* serious. But that's a good thing; didn't want to bore you will all the development. It was necessary though, introducing new characters and whatnot.

The old doctor, the boss lady, *and* the young father are about to go toe-to-toe with *the* Dead Motion. I've had the displeasure of facing those two in the past, and when I say "I almost didn't make it," I *really* mean it. Ol' Paddy's even pulling out the fundamentals: His existence, Green Day, gets *really* creepy when you get 'him fired up… As if that noggin of his ain't "fiery" enough. Shishishi!

Also, my kiddos are en route to Sydney to shut down the Ferryman Trading Co. for good. It's been a long time coming; Babyface *deserves* it, the sick little coward. Gives old-world gents like me a bad name he does… But I *do* feel sorry for those human soldiers. They deserve much better in life, *much* better.

Furthermore, our lads Stu and Dawny start their training in this act. I know someone of you are wondering "why" their role has been toned down. That's because, if this hasn't been said already, this is a fanfiction with a *h-u-g-e* cast; one that will keep expanding until we get to the *alternate* year of 2016. That's when BLOOD will come to an end…hopefully… Oi, you never know; some productions like Dragon Ball Z got a continuation: Dragon Ball Super. So who's to say there won't be more BLOOD after the 2016 season comes to an end?

If I have any say-so in it, there will be a spin-off. Maybe one starring myself or one of the other cast members; the ones that are still alive, that is… Hm? What, you thought we were *all* going to someone how survive all of this? No way! This is a war; people die, it just happens… Heh. Even *my* days are numbered.

Ah well, enough insensitivity. Here are the announcements for today:

7 April is World Health Day.

In 1948, the World Health Organization held the first World Health Assembly. The Assembly decided to celebrate 7 April of each year, with effect from 1950, as the World Health Day. The observance is held to mark W. H. O.'s founding, and is seen as an opportunity by the organization to draw worldwide attention to a subject of major importance to global health each year.

The W. H. O. organizes international, regional and local events on the day related to a particular theme. The observance is acknowledged by various governments and non-governmental organizations with interests in public health issues, who also organize activities and highlight their support in media reports, such as the Global Health Council. World Health Day is one of eight official global public health campaigns marked by the W. H. O., along with World Tuberculosis Day, World Immunization Week, World Malaria Day, World "No Tobacco" Day, World Blood Donor Day, World Hepatitis Day, and World AIDS Day.

This year, the theme of World Health Day is: "Halt the rise: Beat diabetes!" Mark your calendars everyone! As an old-world gent, I'm all about health, so do yourself a favor, and pitch in for your well-being.

Good job there, creator! You're such a nice lad; always thinking of others. But that's what happens when you've been around the block. Take it from Mr. Black: It's better to care than have bad vibes in the air. Shishishi!

We hope you're enjoying this volume so far. The new format really brings out the flavor of this fanfiction, as if it weren't crazy enough as it is. That and we've expanded some of the original storyline for your enjoyment:

Dead Motion are revisions of two antagonists from the 2011 version of TBS: Night. Considering this is a "reboot," there's no telling *who* will survive this encounter. In respect to how things are starting out, I must say, even a scientist like myself is on the fence; don't know *what* to make of it. But here's hoping it'll end with a serious *bang*. Wouldn't be a solid WWE fanfiction without a little action.

Also, you're probably wondering when *actual wrestling* will be in the mix. That'll come later. Remember: The WWE is jointly owned by Infinity *and* the church, and, if you can recall, the company's under hiatus until a few "things" are resolved. But expect some in-ring action by the middle or end of this volume.

That's all the time I have, so I'll conclude this here.

Cross your fingers, lads and lassies, and cheer for your favorite characters. The good guys aren't always going to win; keep that in mind. With that said, *anything* can and *will* happen from here on out. Shishishi!

This is the professor, Mr. Black. It's been fun, everyone, but I've a few kiddos to monitor. Don't think this is the last you'll see of me; I'll be back sooner than you think. Until then, keep your senses open to heaven, and let God be your guide.

Opening Theme: Heaven in the Hell

Artist: Mizuki Nana

Mullen Institute, Dublin

9 May, 2011

22:07—Stuart's Perspective

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It's gotten late. Thankfully, the rain hasn't returned yet. If it did, for some reason, the dreamy-eyed Stuart feels…as if something *terrible* will happen.

…What transpired earlier…what Stephen said to them… His words have yet to leave Stuart, mind, body and soul. Due to his violent past, Stuart's relationship with his family is strained to an extent. He retains belief that a miracle will restore their kinship, but that doesn't seem to be possible right now.

Crazy old ginger. How dare you do this to me: You've got my heart all warm now, so much that it hurt to see you leave.

You really touched us; Dawny hasn't smiled in his sleep before. Me… I'm usually a night owl. This is my time to think. And it seems the only thing on my mind…is whether or not you three make it back to Rutherford in one piece.

To propose fatherhood and have it accepted: That's a defining moment in any man's life; the right to be a mentor, a figure of influence. That precious moment in time strengthened their bond a great deal.

There was a time when Stuart thought himself a loner. But fate said otherwise: With time, he gained friends that became his chosen family. Their guidance and encouragement continues to mold him into an upstanding man.

He even found love that he *prays* is true: His first friend, Dawnavan. Together, they've walked a dangerous path; one that defies more than human logic and morality… In but a few hours, they will continue down this road, with high hopes of one day doing *something* to repay their friends' devotion.

We'll survive this, I know we will.

Our times together taught me something, Dawnavan as well: We're not alone. Before we were even born, you were fighting for us… I saw it all in a dream. When I was petrified in stone, I remember now… The Black Blood Rebellion:

The church employed an assassin group against you, The Newjacks. Those monsters tore Rutherford asunder, but were no match for your unity. You defeated them one-by-one, risking your lives with every endeavor… It was a battle the world could never forget; the conceiver of your goal, universal love.

Stuart leaves his eyes from the darkened, cloudy sky, and turns his attention to the resting Dawnavan at his right… They're not sharing a bed, but that's nothing new; their relationship is innocent, if not a bit restricted. But that's the relieving thing about what they have: Stuart and Dawnavan don't require sex; they can wait until the right moment, and neither seeks fulfillment from anyone else.

Some might consider their relationship "ridiculous," but it's not. The strength of their love has kept them together, something only a few can say wholeheartedly. And *even fewer* actually have meaning behind their words.

Stuart didn't feel complete before he met this man years ago. It's funny how fate works its magic at the most unexpected moment… That word, "unexpected"...

That's the story of my life: Unexpected, everything, *especially* this.

…I…don't even know why I'm still awake. We have training at 07:00 sharp.

Dr. Lyte was kind enough to create a daily regimen for us, one fit for kings. You'd think the woman were preparing us for an all-out war. Then again, the way things are going…that may very well be the case.

Placing priority over personal feelings, Stuart slips into his bed, lies down and covers himself… For a few moments, his eyes remain glued on his sleeping boyfriend; a tranquil figure in his opinion.

"…See you in the morning, my love." Stuart whispers these words, which somehow reach Dawnavan's ears…and provokes a smile from him. This smile is transient, since Dawnavan is presently in the shadows of deep sleep.

Stuart soon closes his eyes, and eventually finds rest.

As he slips into unconsciousness, and the wonders of the human mind take over, Stuart recites an unheard prayer in his heart.

Father in heaven, I ask that you protect us always. Keep us in your arms, Lord, and never let go. Without you, we are lost.

Until our final hour comes, strengthen us before our enemies. Give us power amid weakness; wisdom amid ignorance; hope amid doubt; love amid hate.

In these turbulent times, I pray and believe. Amen.