Here it is! Sorry for the late upload, i was going over it to make sure I was happy with how everything turned out.
And I have to say, I think I am. Hope you enjoy!
Vermillion wondered how it had gone so wrong so quickly.
He wondered this while running down the halls of the Pastel estate with six of his finest men. And Palter. For all he knew, this was all he had left. The sound of screams, carnage and gunfire rang out, along with the roars of that Monster.
That Monster that The Wolf, no, that Crue Cullen had turned into was something never before seen. The simple horror that came from watching the transformation left them all in a state of stupefaction. They could do nothing but watch as Cullen's body warped and broke, shifting into a beast with brown fur and piercing golden eyes.
And then, it attacked. Claws, each as long and sharp as a dagger, sliced through the closest man. Armour didn't matter. Aura didn't matter. In less than two seconds, a man who Vermillion had seen face down countless Grimm and adversaries had his intestines spilled across the floor.
That seemed to shock everyone to their senses, but it was too late. The Monster tore through his men on the lower floor, as screaming and gunfire lit up the beast. Either the shock had startled them so badly they suddenly forgot how to aim, or the Monster didn't care for their attacks as it cut a path of destruction.
His men had scattered. He would have loved to blamed them for it. Call them cowards. But when he himself was running through the corridors of the estate away from that thing, how could he. "Cowards live to see another day." Was a common enough saying, but one Vermillion never put much thought into.
Sure, cowards lived. But they lived with the knowledge that they left their friends and allies behind. But right now, he thought as he distinctly heard a scream being cut off midway through, he'd take being a coward over being a chew toy.
Luckily, the Pastel estate was chosen for a reason. Vermillion knew it well. Javi Pastel had been a paranoid man, and as such had seen fit to fill his home with secret tunnels, sub basements and all sorts of ways to escape.
Unfortunately, with the front door locked and presumably watched over by that thing, that left the emergency exit in the lowest of the subbasements, which would lead into the northern mountain pass of Kuchinashi.
It would leave them in the middle of nowhere, but anywhere would be better than their current location. That being said, they could have picked a better spot to lose steam as his group came to a stop at an crossroads. Vermillion cursed Pastel for being such a damn eccentric that he'd have a literal four way intersection in his house.
"What the Hell was that thing?!" One of his allies exclaimed. Vermillion had seen this man face down a hoard of Grimm without barley a blink, but this Monster had him looking as though he wanted nothing more than to run home and hide under the covers.
"It doesn't matter what it is." Vermillion took control of this situation as best he could. They were spread across the intersection, himself, Palter and two others past the turns, with the rest on the other side.
"It's a monster. We kill monsters, we kill Grimm, we can kill this thing." He glanced around. The few who managed to follow him were those he had been with since his earliest days in the Hana Guild.
"We will get through this." He held a fist up high, and his men gave a cheer. Right as the Monster tore through from the other hallway, sinking its fangs into the shoulder of one man, with a massive claw grabbing another and tearing through another.
Their screams came and went much too quickly, along with the monster. Already, it was disappearing down the opposite hallway, trails of blood leading into the darkness as the survivors, at least those who hadn't fallen back or ran out of fear, fired into the darkness.
The flashes of light from their various weapons lit up the dark hallway, showing brief glimpses of the carnage that had been wrought in just a few seconds. Blood dripped down from the ceiling, and the upper half of one of the men was left strewn on the ground, organs hanging out.
"RUN!" Palter exclaimed, causing those remaining to scatter, against Vermillion's wishes.
"STOP YOU IDIOTS!" He yelled. Palter had ran, the two others with him while the rest ran back the way they came. Vermillion grit his teeth beneath his mask, before turning and following after Palter and the others.
It wasn't a matter of skill, but a matter of numbers. Palter wasn't even a fighter, he was an information gatherer. To the Guild, his Semblance was invaluable. He, as a person on the other hand... "We're going to die here!"
Palter's words had more than a twinge of hysteria in them, as they bolted down the hallway. The group, only four now, were making their way to the kitchen, where the service elevator was located. Because the others knew Palter's Semblance, Vermillion could see them start to panic.
"Don't listen to him." He commanded. "The truth is what people make of it. Just because you believe we will die doesn't meant we will." His words managed to calm the other two, if only slightly.
"But, if that's true..." One of the men, Jay, began to speak slowly. "Then what the Hell is the truth that Cullen believes."
It managed to bring the group to a standstill as the man's words echoed in their heads. "I'm not from Remnant. And I killed the closest thing this world had to a God." What was the closest thing Remnant had to a God?
A massive Grimm? Something like the thing that had invaded Beacon? The very thing Cullen was accused of causing. But how could a Grimm compare to a God?
Their thoughts were brought to a screeching halt when they heard a series of gunshots down the hall they just came from. The four turned as though stung by Rapier Wasps, a the gunshots grew closer and closer. Vermillion wondered if it said anything that he could recognise exactly who was shooting.
A man called Mark, who's weapon was two barrelled revolver with a knuckle duster grip. They listened as they counted the shots. One. Two. A roar. Three. Four. A scream. A fifth shot.
Silence.
Broken by an angry growl that sounded much too close for comfort. "Go. Go." Vermillion quickly waved his hand, backing up as he did so.
The others needed no such encouragement, opening the door to the kitchen and running inside. It was a massive thing, looking like it belonged in a restaurant rather than someone's house. Rusted cutlery, spatulas and pans were strung about, as despite being a useful hideout, no one wanted to cook food in it. The four ran in, the last member, Klayton, shutting the door behind them with Palter making a beeline for the service elevator.
In doing so, he ran past a series of precariously stacked frying pans. Whether he nudged one, or the simple act of running by created enough of a gust, they started to topple. It immediately caught the attention of the remaining three, who had enough common sense about them to realise what would happen.
Jay dived across the floor, landing with a soft thud and managed to catch two of falling pans. A third fell, and they watched in slow motion as Jay's hands were already too full to catch another. The rusted bowl careened towards the ground, before stopping an inch before hitting it.
Across from them, Kalyton was holding out his hand, blue eyes wide. A sigh of relief shot through all those present, save for Palter who hadn't noticed. Instead, he was in the process of inputting a code into a panel in the back of the room.
The beeps sounded out ominously in the empty and silent room, each input sounding like the tolling of a bell. Realistically, they knew the beeps weren't even remotely loud, but being in an empty room and being hunted by a creature they had never seen before tended to mess with the perception of things.
Jay very carefully put the two pans down on the counter, with the other hovering towards Klayton in thanks to his telekinetic Semblance, apparently not trusting himself enough to set it down without incident.
Vermillion made his way over to where Palter was putting in the code, partially to make sure he hadn't screwed up, and partially to be closer to his potential escape. The service elevator was large enough to hold all of them comfortably, and then some.
A whirring sound began to hum from behind the large metallic doors, and Vermillion allowed himself to roll his shoulders and release the tension that had been building.
KLAANG!
Vermillion jumped and turned, looking to where the noise had come from. A metallic bowl spun violently on the ground. The same bowl that Klayton had been holding with his Semblance. Vermillion's head snapped to the man in question.
He had a look of shock on his face, mouth open wide in horror as he looked down at the five razor sharp claws piercing out of his chest. Numbly, he brought a hand up to try and grip one. An elongated, fur covered limb had reached in from the, now open, kitchen door.
As Klayton managed to grab a hold of a claw, his body was suddenly jerked back through the door, disappearing into darkness. A horrific ripping sound that ended with a sudden crunch made it's way into the kitchen, where everyone within was suddenly still as statues.
A single ding sounded out, causing each head to whirl round as the doors to the service elevator slid open. With barely a second to think, the three made a mad dash towards towards their only hope. Palter got in first, having been at the keypad and immediately started pushing the 'Close Doors' button. Vermillion was in a second later, and Jay followed after throwing one of the frying pans in the direction of the open doorway.
They watched as the pan flew out of view, but no clattering or clanging followed. Instead, the Monster lumbered in, its long maw dripping with blood as eyes the colour of molten gold examined the new space. The eyes immediately locked onto the three in the elevator, and Vermillion would be lying if he said that he didn't feel those eyes peer into his very soul.
Before the Monster could make a move, the elevator doors began to slide shut. It didn't matter how fast that creature was, there was no way it could make it to them in time. And to their horror, it appeared to beast realised this.
It raised one of it's clawed hands upward, and Vermillion saw the frying pan that Jay had thrown in it's grip. In a flash, the Monster hurled the pan towards them. There was next to no room to dodge out of the way, so it was all Vermillion could do to bring his hands up to block the attack.
No pain came, instead a the sound of grating metal suddenly assaulted his ears. He dropped his hands, and found himself staring at the frying pan, wedged between the doors of the elevator and holding it open. "GET RID OF IT!" He all but screamed, reaching out and grabbing the handle pointing towards him.
He pulled with all his might, Jay and Palter joining in as they both yelled, the Monster closing in rapidly now that they couldn't get away. It bounded over the dusty table, limbs outstretched and reaching towards them as the three screamed as one, reaching a shared pitch.
The pan dislodged, flinging them all back and impacting the back wall of the service elevator as the doors finally slammed shut, just in time for the sound of claws on metal to reverberate throughout the enclosed space, making their bones tremble as their skulls rattled.
"That-That thing planned that. It's intelligent! It can think!" Palter began to hyperventilate, which Vermillion ended with a swift elbow to his stomach. He had realised that too. It managed to silently open the door and kill Klayton, of course it was smart!
But it didn't matter, it wasn't able to catch them. They were in the service elevator. They were safe.
...for now.
…
Claws lashed against the metallic doors that hid the prey from the one seeking it. Deep grooves were carved in the metal, but it did not suddenly spit out the three inside.
The Monster howled in anger. It turned, hurling the table and embedding it into a wall. It roared, stretching out it's limbs and letting it's rage be known to all. At least, those who were left. Those three were some of the only breathing beings left in the building.
Its snout sniffed the air, testing it. Tasting it. There was already so much blood, it was almost hard to tell the difference between spilled and beating.
Almost.
The Monster crept out of the room, sniffing all the while. For once, it was not blood or prey it was searching for. No, there was something else it was searching for. It had intelligence. It had memories. And with that, came the ability to plan.
It followed the unnatural scent of Dust, plodding through the halls, uncaring for the gore or viscera that it had caused. It was there with purpose. It had been brought out willingly, and for that, it would make sure its purpose would be fulfilled.
The Tortoise was in danger, and needed to be rescued. Tortoise had shown it kindness, and let it, and Other mourn. Not pack. But not enemy. Not prey. Friend. Needed to make safe. It smelled the air, and growled.
Not here. Not near. Lower? Dig? No. It shook it's furry head in anger. Too long to dig. Dust helps Prey. Stop Dust.
It came to a stop outside a room that had a distinct humming noise coming from within. It's paw slapped at the door handle, gaining a grip and slowly easing it open. A smell came through. Something that had the Monster's pupils dilating.
Fear.
There was prey inside. Scared. Terrified. Prey.
The Monster ran a claw up alongside the door, letting each individual claw flex before coming to a rest on the wood. Slowly, it pushed the door open, savouring in the stench the prey was giving off. Would it have claws? Teeth? Boomsticks? It didn't know. But it wouldn't be defeated.
The Monster froze in its tracks, tall brown ears twitching as it heard the sudden intake of breath. Prey is there. Prey is there. Prey is there. It slowly dragged it's paw away, claws running down the wooden door and leaving dark gouges in the wood.
Then, nothing. It waited. And waited. And as the prey within breathed a sigh of relief, it pounced. The wooden door splintered, and the prey within let out a screech as it tried to bring up a pointed stick, but it was too scared, too startled.
Its fangs bit right into the prey's neck, warm blood immediately fillings its mouth and falling to the ground in rivers. A flicker of some green hue around the preys form tried to interfere, but it was worthless. Nothing could stop its fangs and claws from claiming its prey.
The prey still squirmed in its jaw, so with a quick flick of its head, there was a loud cracking sound, and the prey became lifeless within it's maw. It spat it out, saving it for later. It turned its attention tot he humming contraption.
Long stretches of coloured wire came and went from the humming box before it. Thanks to the memories of the one within it, the Monster knew what it was. A fang filled smile came to life on it's maw as it raised a razor sharp claw.
…
"I'm telling you, we should use the Atlesian as a hostage!" Palter said. "That's what Cullen said he was here for!"
"And Cullen has killed more of us in twenty minutes than we've lost in our existence as a group!" Jay argued back. "You really want to get between him and the one thing he doesn't want to kill?"
Vermillion said nothing, leaning against the back of the elevator with his arms crossed, his mask making his emotions as unreadable as ever. To use the Atlesian as a hostage would be idiotic. But as a shield, however? Throwing her at the Monster Cullen had become would give them ample time to escape, provided that it still retained some idea of who they were.
His thoughts were stripped away when the elevator came to a juddering halt, causing all those within to suddenly grab for anything to steady themselves. The light within flickered before growing dim, plunging them into absolute darkness.
They could see nothing, and the only sound was their breathing, which was becoming increasingly panicked. A red emergency light flicked on, bathing them in a soft red glow. It wasn't comforting. The doors to the elevator suddenly creaked open, but thankfully there was no Monster behind them.
"What happened?" Palter gasped, pressed up against the corner of the elevator. Vermillion turned to look at where the doors had opened. Grey concrete went to about halfway, where it led to another set of metallic doors.
"We stopped. Clearly." He said, moving towards the doors. The fact the doors opened was probably some sort of fail safe to make sure those within survived. He had no idea what subbasement they were on, but there was one way to find out.
Vermillion crouched down, pulling at the doors in an attempt to prise them open. Jay got down to help, bringing out his weapon and jamming it in the gap. It was an entrenching tool that could be turned into a shotgun at a flick of a switch, but right now it was better serviced as a makeshift crowbar.
With a heave, the two managed to get the door to the next level open. Like the elevator, it too was bathed in red. Thankfully, it wasn't blood. As far as they knew.
One by one, the three carefully climbed out and into the subbasement, looking around at the red glow that covered everything. "It must have destroyed the generator." Vermillion realised, a cold dread seeping into his body.
That showed a level of intelligence far beyond what they had originally thought. Jay and Palter both looked terrified at the implication, but Vermillion knew that any more fear would only slow them down. He looked around for an indicator of where they were.
On the wall next to where the elevator was, painted in big bold letters, were the words 'SUB 4'. "There should be a generator somewhere on this floor." Vermillion said, realising they were only a floor above freedom. "We should split up and look for it."
Jay and Palter looked at him with wide eyes. "All due respect sir, but have you never seen a fucking horror movie?!" Jay exclaimed, throwing his hands out to the surrounding area. "Splitting up is something you never want to do!"
Vermillion frowned beneath his mask. "Of course I know that. But there are three floors of solid concrete and metal between us and that thing. If it somehow manages to get down here, we'll hear it before it gets too close."
His logic was sound, though that didn't mean they wanted to follow through with it. Vermillion could see the indecision in their eyes, and rolled his own behind his mask. "Fine. You two can stick together, and I'll go this way."
"Just be glad the powers out." He smirked as he turned away, going down a tunnel. "Some of these floors were booby trapped." With that Vermillion took out his own weapon, a thirty foot flail that he slung over his shoulder as he searched the basement.
Jay and Palter glanced at each other, as Jay switched his entrenching tool into it's shotgun form, and gave a nod. The two walked carefully in the dim red light, the warning of traps fresh in their minds. Neither had been on this level before, and as such were completely lost.
"I blame you for this, you know." Jay spoke up. Palter turned to look at him, scandalised. His expression was nothing to the glare that Jay gave him, and he was quickly cowed. "You're the one who had to go bragging about killing The Wolf when you didn't."
"How was I supposed to know the real one would show up?!" Palter hissed, holding a pistol in trembling hands. "And how the Hell was anyone supposed to know he could turn into that thing?! That anyone could turn into something like that?!"
"Don't go crying Beowulf then." Jay snapped, before grumbling as he hoisted his shotgun and turned a corner. It was completely empty, thankfully, though there was a maintenance door at the other end of it. Slowly the two crept towards it, listening carefully for any sign of the Monster.
They stopped outside of the door without incident. Jay raised his gun and aimed down the sights, nodding to Palter. The man placed a hand on the door, and hurled it open, jumping out of the way immediately. When no shotgun blast sounded out, he turned to check.
The doorway was empty, and Jay had lowered his weapon in relief. They dared to look inside. The room was about twenty by twenty feet, with pipes, cables and vents running along the ceiling. Their attention was immediately drawn to a medium sized generator that was built into the wall.
Palter ran towards it, checking to see if it was damaged. "Can you get it started?" Jay asked, stepping in and turning round, aiming his weapon out the door.
"Yes." Palter answered, and for once was glad of his Semblance. "I'm good with this sort of stuff, mechanics and engineering and the like." He immediately set to work, finding the input to the generator. It needed a jump start, as he grabbed a funnel and placed it into the intake.
Then, he took his gun and unloaded the magazine. Spitting out a few bullets, and putting the rest back in, he began to unscrew the bottoms. Dust was universal, and it rarely mattered what kind you used for power, but he was just glad his Dust rounds were a fire mixture.
He carefully extracted the Dust from each bullet. "Palter." Jay's voice came from behind him, sharp and short. Palter gave a hum of acknowledgement, too focused on making sure this worked. "You said you were good with engineering, right?"
"Yeah." He responded, holding his hand over the funnel and making sure every last speck fell in.
"How would you get air to a basement if we're this far underground?"
"Vents, normally." He answered, standing up dusting his hands, finding the on switch and pushing it. The machine sputtered and growled in disagreement. Scowling, he tried again. He was so close to freedom.
"And, how big are these vents, normally?" His voice cracked, and Palter finally turned around to look at him properly. Jay's body was shaking, and his hair looked slick as he met Palter's gaze. Before Palter could even ask, something dripped from the ceiling and landed on Jay's head.
He dared to glance upward. The large vent that they had glossed over in their entry had a grilled opening, and from it, a reddish, viscous fluid was dripping down onto Jay. Palter backed up, hitting the generator and unintentionally pressing the ignition.
The generator roared to life, and the Monster roared from the vent, it's long, gangly limb bursting through the vent to grab Jay by the head and yank him up. The man screamed all the while, as a shotgun blast punctured part of the vent.
All Palter could see was Jay's writhing and kicking legs as he screamed, another blast sounding out that kicked Palter into gear. He leapt forward, grabbing onto Jay's legs and screaming alongside him. He didn't know what to do, all he knew was that he had a better chance of surviving with the two of them.
Gravity suddenly kicked in, Palter falling to his rear along with Jay. Or, half of him anyway. Warm blood splashed over Palter, causing his eyes to widen as he looked at the bisected body he was holding onto. He screamed, his voice reaching a fever pitch as he hurled the corpse away.
Some clacked onto the ground beside him, head snapping to see if this would be his end. It wasn't, thankfully. Jay's shotgun had fallen from the vent, and unwillingly, Palter found his eyes drawn upward.
In the darkness, a set of golden eyes stared down at him, a low growl echoing from the vent. Palter scrambled to his feet, grabbing the shotgun and sprinting out of the maintenance room as fast as his legs would carry him.
He ignored the damp patch between his legs and pretended it was blood. Sprinting down the various tunnels, he began to scream for Vermillion. Running around a corner, he impacted something sturdy as a wall that sent him back onto his ass.
With a scream, and the worst case scenario in his mind, Palter pointed the shotgun in front of him and pulled the trigger. A dull click echoed. "You are extremely lucky that was empty." A voice said, causing Palter to crack open his eye, seeing Vermillion staring down at him.
He glanced down at the weapon, only now realising that it was a double barrelled weapon. "Jay! It got Jay!" He cried, trying to stand to his feet. Vermillion said nothing, staring down at the blood covering Palter.
"I can see that." He growled, hefting something over his shoulder. Palter glanced at it, seeing a large brown sack. He didn't know what it was, and right now he didn't even care. He just wanted to get out.
"The generator is running. Come on." Vermillion didn't even bother to help him up, instead turning and walking back to the elevator. Palter barely managed to follow.
They walked, the red glow finally gone and bathing the tunnel in artificially bright light. It made it easier to not jump at every shadow, but as they approached and Vermillion pressed the button for the elevator, a horrific wrenching sound echoed from where they had come from.
Palter jumped and spun round, the shotgun shaking as it pointed down the tunnel they had come from. "It's out! It's out of the vent!" His voice was hysterical.
"Don't worry. I'll get out of here." Vermillion said as the elevator doors opened. Palter froze as Vermillion sighed. "Damn your Semblance." It was the only warning he got, before Vermillion spun round, his flail impacting Palter's knee, bending it in a way it was never meant to.
A cry of pain immediately tore itself from his throat as Palter fell to the ground, clutching his broken knee as he continued to scream in pain. "YOU BASTARD! YOU'RE GOING TO DIE HERE TOO!" He screeched, as Vermillion casually walked into elevator, hitting the button for the fifth subbasement.
He glanced up in time to see the Monster turn the corner, it's golden eyes locking onto Vermillion in an instant. They quickly flickered to the downed Palter, the easier prey. The elevator doors began to close as Palter continued to scream.
The last thing Vermillion saw as the doors finally closed was the beasts maw slowly opening over Palter's head as he cried. The doors closed as the sickly crunch was cut off. Vermillion smirked beneath his mask.
"That's one less loose end." He hefted the bag over his shoulder, filled with various pieces of stolen technology and loot that he could use to restart the Hana Guild. The elevator hit the bottom quickly, seeing as he was only a floor away in the first place.
The bright light was welcoming, and not a sound could be heard aside from the humming of the fluorescent bulbs. The level five subbasement was home to two important things. His way out, and his escape plan. The fact those two were different made perfect sense to Vermillion, as he made his way, not immediately to the exit, but to the holding room.
That Atlesian proved more trouble than she was worth, but Vermillion had thought of a use for her earlier. Hurling her at the Monster to make his escape all the more secure. She should still be out of it, if the drugs they pumped her with were still circulating.
He came to a stop outside a simple metal door, and lowered his bag to the side of it. He'd figure out a way to drag both when it came to it, but for now it could wait. Vermillion opened the metal door, seeing the slumped frame of the Atlesian tied to a chair against the back wall.
Her shell made it a bit difficult to get any good licks in, but that just meant her face was all the more welcoming a target. He closed the door behind him, making sure to lock it so as to not have a repeat with Klayton.
He turned to face the Faunus properly, bringing flail up and stretching the chain out in both hands. Maybe using it like a collar would be a good way to bring both her and his goods, along with remind her where she belong.
He snapped the chain taught and approached with a growing smile beneath his mask.
Knock. Knock. Knock.
Vermillion froze, cold sweat immediately covering his body.
Knock. Knock. Knock.
Slowly, he turned. The door was still locked.
Knock. Knock. Knock.
The same rhythm that he had entered the building with in the first place.
Knock. Knock. Knock.
Vermillion swallowed, the chain rattling in his hands as he recalled the words that followed.
"Little pig. Little pig. Let. Me. In." He could imagine the voice coming from the Monsters raspy growl as the knocking continued.
Knock. Knock. Knock.
There was nowhere else to go. Nothing else to do. Even if he could wrap a chain around the Atlesian's neck, there was only one way out of this room. Through it.
The knocking stopped.
Vermillion waited.
The knocking didn't continue.
He waited still.
Silence.
He did not release a breath. He did not dare relax.
The woman behind him groaned.
Vermillion's head turned at the sound.
The metal door was shredded as though it was paper. Vermillion turned back, just in time to see an open, fang filled maw closing down on him. "Palter was right." Was the last thought to pierce his mind.
And then, the Monster's teeth did.
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Tortuga groaned as she was jostled to and fro. She felt something pressing against the front of her shell, as she blearily opened an orange eye.
Dirty blonde hair filled her vision, as well as bright, artificial light. She groaned once more, burying her head into the neck of whoever was carrying her.
"Tortuga?" A voice called. She recognised it. Vaguely.
"Cruu...?" Her voice came out slowly, her tongue like molassess.
"Yeah, it's me. Don't worry, you're safe." His voice was soft, but Tortuga couldn't tell if he was speaking low because of where they were or because of her.
She managed to wrench her eyes back open. She blinked several times. "I know I was kidnapped." She said slowly, testing the words. "But did they paint this place red? It seems like a weird colour choice." The walls around them were a bright reflective red.
"...don't worry about it." Crue didn't answer properly, and honestly that was enough of a reason for her not to follow up that particular line of questioning.
Instead, she closed her eyes and felt herself fall back into a deep slumber.
It's rare I get a chance to write horror, but I'm glad I got the opportunity here.
I took most of my inspiration from various movies that include horror, like Alien, Jurassic Park and so on so forth.
Either way, I hope some of the deaths weren't too anticlimactic, but really what are you meant to do when something liem that is hunting you.
I really need to give it a name now that I think about it, so that I dont have to keep thinking of variations of Monster and Beast .
I'd consider this to be Crue's end of Volume 4 episode, cause it ties in well time wise woth what everyone else is going through and hopefully shares the horror that people felt when they saw the Nuckaleve.
Anyway, hope you enjoyed this chapter, let me know if you did, and as always...
Until Next Time
-Friday
