[Streets slowly faded into one another, making him lose sight of where he was, and where it was he was going. He found himself rushing, trying to get away from what he had just seen, he'd look back every now and again to see if anyone had seen, and was now after him. But it relieved him to see no one of that sort on his tail. But his relief was short lived. As he slowly found himself getting more and more lost in the city, he found things popping up out of nowhere that just could not have been there naturally. When he looked up, Gargoyles that were normally perched atop the corners of buildings, would suddenly change into even more grotesque shapes he had never seen before, and take flight into the air, occasionally soaring down until they were right face to face with him and fly away. His heart raced as each vision seemed to affect him more than the last, ingraining themselves into his psyche, and adapting his way of thinking, so that every little shape he saw soon became part of his ongoing life. He saw Ashram Kenjin, wearing a cloak, standing in a corner wielding a dagger, and steadily driving it straight into himself. Marcus' eyes were wide with terror as he watched the man simply laugh when he saw Marcus' reaction, then wave his hands signaling to birds flying overhead who quickly swooped down and began pecking away at the entrails hanging out of his open wound from seconds before.]
[He kept walking, but at a slower pace as he walked carefully past Kenjin, watching that the birds didn't quickly change direction and attack him. His ears perked up as he heard a car horn honk, and the sound of tires squealing over freshly laid pavement. He turned and watched as Chris Cane walked unfalteringly across the street, his head held high, but his clothes hanging off him in tatters. Small wounds rippled through his flesh, and began populating the canvas that was his skin. Scorpions suddenly rose up from out of nowhere, and began to grow as they furiously ran after him down the street. Cane stopped, turned and watched as they reached the street corner, when out of nowhere the car Marcus had heard earlier pulled in to Cane, causing him to fly up and over the car, and onto the pavement the car had already traveled on. Marcus placed his hand on his brow to get a look at the driver inside of the car, to be greeted by the smiling mug of Johnny Storm, who quickly vanished in mid air as the car pulled away at a fantastic speed.]
[He craned his neck and watched as Triple S jumped out of a third story window, only to unfold in mid air like a blanket, forming a solid cloud of blackness, enveloping the entire radius underneath him. Marcus' jaw dropped as the town around him slowly changed shape, from threatening concrete jungle, to the serene Serengeti. Triple S finally landed after floating down like a feather and took on the shape of a lion, leading a pride of other lions down the center of the street, nonchalantly jumping on the hood's of cars, and walking over them as if they were nothing more than a mountain range to be traversed to get to a hunting field. The other lions walked in single file behind him, each having the face of a different Chosen member, save his own. Cane, Kenjin, Rayge; They all followed suit, letting the Triple S headed lion lead the way over the cars down the street. He turned his head, angled it sideways, as it began to look more and more like they had an attack in mind. Ahead of them was a small pack of zebra, casually prancing around. Each with the head of an MOV member. Alek Cage lapped greedily at a water hole while Sebastian Bock stood guard, watching so the weaker zebra wouldn't be harmed. Jakob Grimes hopped around on only two legs while the shape of Eric Rayne stood over his amputated body, laughing loudly, then fading into blackness.]
[Marcus began walking a few feet away from the lions, who began to crouch more as they neared the pack of zebra. Sebastian Bock becoming more defensive and antsy as he began to smell the scent of danger looming in the air. Triple S rushed forward and hid behind a large field of tall grass, concealing his movements better than the others who continued their relentless march towards the lesser MOV animals. Marcus looked around cautiously, wondering where Storm was, and why he wasn't with the rest of the herd as they were about to face insurmountable odds. Triple S stalked silently towards the herd until he was but a few feet away, the zebra, you could tell were aware of his presence but didn't budge from their place. Cage kept lapping at the water, Grimes kept limping around in circles, and Bock only watched on as the lions stealthily got closer. Marcus felt the need to try and warn the zebra, he felt that perhaps he could help them before they get mercilessly slaughtered by yet another premeditated attack.]
[Kenjin and Triple S were the first to pounce. Leaping and pinning Alek Cage and Sebastian Bock. Both zebra struggled but seemed to not put up much of a fight against the stronger lions, and eventually it seemed that a few jugular bites had extinguished both of their lives. None of them took after Grimes, who could only sit helplessly by and watch his herd be devoured under the might of the Chosen pride. Triple S and Kenjin quickly tore chunks of flesh from the zebra's, beginning to eat them with little remorse for the fallen. Rayge and Cane could only sit and watch hungrily as both men made a feast out of two zebra. Marcus stopped walking, and listened carefully as the only sound came from the two lions hungrily gulping down morsels of Bock and Cage. The sound of a lone heartbeat cracked out over the entire plains, it thumped lightly to begin with, but picked up in intensity as Marcus peered around trying to find out where the loud thumping was coming from.]
[Marcus looked further into the distance, seeing a hulking form emerging from the darkness, and coming closer and closer to where the pride of lions were now beginning to clean themselves off, and get ready to bed down. Marcus squinted carefully to better make out what was coming closer; It was big, enormous even. Like several giraffes stacked on top of one another. It was not only tall, but wide as well, wide in the sense that it seemed to have a lot of muscle mass, and more muscle mass seemed to be developing on top of it as it came closer. The other lions seemed not to notice, as they kept right on cleaning their shimmering golden fur, but Marcus saw it. In fact, Marcus started to make out what it was, it was something he had come to recognize as he had seen it opposite him on at least two seperate occasions. It was so close it blocked out the remaining sunlight, overshadowing the entire Serengeti. It was Johnny Storm.]
[A giant, who quickly and abruptly lifted Cane up off the ground and began to beat him against the dirt, like a twig. Cane cried out in pain after each time he got slammed into the ground. Marcus looked over the other lions who didn't seem to be watching, except for Anton Rayge. Anton Rayge sat, cleaned himself, but never took his eyes off the carnage unfolding no more than a few feet away. Almost studying what he saw, he seemed to be taking notes inside of his mind, if ever there was indication of such functions. Anton merely lay there watching every movement Storm made and almost seemed to be praising the gigantic Storm for his actions. Storm, finally finished with Cane, dropped the limp lion's form to the ground, hitting with a muffled thud, when Rayge finally lunged towards Storm's humongous ankle and latched his teeth on, biting for dear life. But it was almost a misstep on Rayge's part, as his bite served only to grab a hold of the expensive pants Storm was wearing, and he began pulling away at the pant leg, trying to tear it away.]
[Storm looked down and seemed to smile as Rayge continued to tug at Storm's pant leg. He walked carefully towards the other lions who resting a short ways away. And quickly brought two fists down upon them. They weren't squished, but were close to flattened by the might Storm was showing. Marcus watched as both the Cage zebra and the Bock zebra got right back up, and morphed suddenly into vultures, who began to mercilessly bite and caw at both Triple S and Kenjin who tried to fight them off, but to no avail as soon the vultures started to feast upon those which had previously been feasting on them. Storm let out a low, guttural laugh as he looked down on Rayge who had given up biting at his pant leg, and was now cowering. Storm looked pitifully down on Rayge, and picked him up in his palm, letting Rayge fold out in Storm's hand. And with a quick motion, Storm had squashed Rayge in the palm of his hand like a bug that was in desperate need to be stamped out. That done, Storm wiped his hands clean, looked at Marcus, who had taken up sanctuary close to a tree, and only wave with a half-hearted smile on his face.]
Storm: [Spoken in slow motion.] You were supposed to be my revitalization. You were supposed to come at me with hate and malicious contempt. You were supposed to be formed into my friend.. the guy who pushes me to my limit.
[The look on Storm's face changed to a malicious one, as he turned, and walked off, with the other MOV following closely behind, leaving a bloody trail behind them that used to be the Chosen, before they were mauled in an attack that made there's seem like child's play. The wind seemed to pick up, and soon it was all that could be heard. Marcus, standing away from it all, looked around for signs of anything else happening. But after moments of nothing but the wind blowing, he ran toward the men. But as he got there, the only thing left were blood stains littering the dirt floor. He sighed as he surveyed the area, wondering where it was he now found himself. Crouching down, he placed his fingers in the blood, feeling the texture, reminding him somewhat of water for some reason.]
[Marcus could only breathe for a second. Soaking up the idea that he just witnessed another pointless attack by the Chosen, only to be outdone by Storm and the MOV as it always was. Gaines smirked as he thought of each attack the Chosen had performed, and thought how Storm had so easily overshadowed them all by one act of violence. Marcus chuckled as he looked up to be confronted by the angelic face of a woman he had only known by reputation alone, and had only laid eyes one when Storm was around. Scarlett Rayne Sengir stood over him, her standard array of clothes were replaced by robes, pure white, flowing robes that clung to her. She smiled as Marcus slowly stood up and began backing away.]
Scarlett: Take me.
[Marcus could hear his brow furling as he looked her from head to toe. He stared at her blankly until he slowly approached her and attempted to embrace her, she placed her hands on his shoulders and pushed him away, further confusing him.]
Scarlett: [Laughing.] No, you moron. Take me.
[His head cocked to one side... she smiled, then slowly backed away from him and walked into the blackness that was beginning to draw closer and closer in to him. Again the sound of a heart thumping pierced the quiet solitude of this place, and Marcus went to clutch his ears, only to be confronted by the small, shriveled shape of a small baby, cradled up in his arms. Marcus stopped and nearly dropped the child out of sheer surprise. The baby's crying echoed loudly as he stared at it in dismay.]
[Marcus glanced around, wondering where exactly the baby had come from, only to be shocked by the very next sound he heard.]
Voice: DON'T DROP THE BABY, MARCUS.
[Quickly, and as soon as it was said, the mere volume of the voice caused Marcus' hands to drop to his sides, and he could only look down as the baby slowly drifted to the ground in a pile of swaddled blankets and crying. It hit the ground with a splash, splitting open in a wave of blood that spilled all over Marcus. He could only stand there, his arms outstretched where the baby once was, now covered in blood. From his head to his feet. And suddenly, like a jolt, he felt a burst of pain explode in the right side of his head, forcing him to grab at it in pain. He felt weightless for moments on end as he could suddenly see himself from a thousand different angles at once. He could see himself clutching at an open wound in his skull, he could see his body dropping forward and landing in a pool of blood that he only knew was his own.]