Hocolo

Later that night, there was rain; heavy rain, hard rain. Rumbling thunder was heard shortly afterwards. The night was pitch black, loud, and storming. Enough so to encourage feelings of depression, and strengthen them when you're already depressed. In the abandoned hotel, Dark was sleeping. Said sleeping was disturbed by nightmares, but sleep nonetheless. Owen still hadn't gotten back home yet. Neo was also sleeping, or at least trying to. Instead he laid in his bed with his eyes shut tight, trying hard to slip into the world of carefree dreaming; away from the bleak and depressing world in which he lived in reality. The other two, Ivory and

Stalker was walking around modern London with Alice to give her somewhat of an example of what to expect from the modern world. She took mental notes, but said nothing relevant out loud. "I've always wondered," she began, gaining Stalker's unexpressed attention, "why do you wear that mask all the time?" "There are advantages." Responded Stalker, "Such as what?" "I like to hide my identity. There is a reason even you and Olocoh don't know who I really am. You see, when I hide my identity I can be anyone, anything. I could say that I, myself, am Olocoh, and whether or not I actually am is a matter of truth and lies." Alice was silent for a whil

Dark rushed back into the building and followed the screams to stop whatever was coming. He ran up the stairs to the main hall and opened the door to be greeted by his sister's bleeding corpse. Emily was dead, and Stalker was there, blood on his claws, laughing hysterically, "You see," Stalker began, the joke is that, I said I'd see you soon, because I knew you'd come here, BECAUSE I KILLED YOUR SIS-" his words were quickly halted by Dark dashing to get a hold on the vampires neck with almost inhuman speed fueled by rage. "No, the joke is you, for honestly believing that you intimidate me." Dark replied a fury, which he tried to use to hold b

"So what are you doing here?" Questioned Dark, beginning to break a nervous sweat. "I just thought I'd drop by and say hi. Olocoh wants this to be a surprise, but screw that." answered Stalker casually, admiring a steel gauntlet immitating a sharp set of claws that was a new addition to his mended and improved suit. "You know, each and every one of these steel claws is a virgin blade. They haven't tasted blood yet, not even a drop. Let's fix that," he said, smirking behind his mask as he approached Dark slowly and menacingly. Stalker soon charged at the brother of Owen, making a swift slash. Dark smoothly evaded it, with only a small cut. Wh

It was a stormy night somewhere in the United States in 1990, just a year before Owen's birth. This particular night happened to be the worst night of Mr Erin Hunt's life. His son was recently born, which killed his wife,(I'd rather not get into the details.) and as if that weren't enough, his son, Leon, was severely mutated. For starters, he couldn't grow hair, and he had no eye color. It was just white with the exception of a tiny pupil. He also had superhuman strength within scrawny, fragile arms, but they were not aware of this yet. To add to it, he was crying tears of blood and apprentely the air was poison to him and wold kill him in ab