PROLOGUE
The man in the cowboy hat entered the chamber. “Have you found the nexus?” boomed a rough, growling voice. “No sirree, but my right-hand man seems to believe it’s with the Doctor.” the cowboy replied. “Then, stop wasting my time. Find it! Bring it to me!” The voice said impatiently. The cowboy smirked, before promptly exiting. The person with the booming voice began laughing to himself. “Hehehe… The power of death will be mine! And the two prodigies will fall.”...
CHAPTER I
The Object
“Come on, T. You know I’m running short on money!” pleaded Jack. Trevor loaded the gun. “The Sheriff doesn’t like wimps like you in his city.” He said. BANG! Jack fell dead. Trevor pulled out a walkie-talkie, and spoke into it. “Yes, he’s been dealt with.” The person on the other end said something. “No, I forgot to ask. I doubt he knows anything about it though.” After a few more seconds, Trevor spoke again. “Doctor H? If you say so. I think I know a guy who’ll be willing to fess up the doctor’s whereabouts.” Then, he put away the walkie-talkie, and walked away, leaving blood on the roadside from the fallen body.
Harold pulled up to his small house, walking inside. He locked the door, checking if anyone was around. You see, the town where he lived was ruled by a magistrate of sorts, who made all his lackeys patrol the streets. All the citizens would have to owe their tributes, and if they didn’t pay up… Well, the amount of disappearances going around really proves the point. Harold sat down on his couch. It was already about 4:57 PM, and the sun was drooping lazily behind the clouds. It made the sky a dull purple-ish blue. After a few minutes, Harold got up to make dinner.
He lived alone for the most part, aside from the occasional visit from his mom. She always brought him banana bread and cookies. Around this time of year though, she was mostly busy taking care of Harold’s father, who was too old to do most things. Harold cut himself a turkey sandwich, sighed, and sat down at the table. He ate the sandwich, and looked out the window towards the graying sky.
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Harold’s house was built right next to, at the time, a very active hospital. Nowadays, it’s owned by someone who calls himself Doctor H, a crazy old guy who did experiments. Harold sometimes saw him walking around the hospital, or shopping for ingredients. However, today, something was different. A long, black car was parked outside of the building, and a tall man with fancy clothes stepped out of it. Harold looked up, noticing the situation. The man looked to be in his mid-twenties, with reddish-brownish hair, and blue eyes. He seemed to be waiting for something, no, someone.
The sky dulled to a gray color, while the business man kept waiting. Harold eventually got up, cleaned the kitchen, did his daily things, but he always looked back at the tall businessman, who waited patiently. Finally, when the time was about 7:46, The man walked towards the hospital. A short, plump man with gray hair walked out, greeting the businessman. That’s Doctor H. Harold noted to himself. The man and the doctor talked for a bit, before Doctor H walked inside the building, and came out with… wait, what is that thing?
All Harold could make out was a glowing, strange light. But once Harold laid his eyes on it, a deep sense of dread and unending pain came over him. He looked away, paralyzed from the sudden feeling. It disappeared, but when he looked back, the feeling returned. He could make out the doctor placing the object into a case, and handing it to the businessman. The businessman packed it in his car, and drove away. Harold breathed a sigh of relief, happy that evil feeling was gone. Still, he was deathly curious as to what that strange glowing object was. It could be uranium for all he knew! The glow wasn’t green though, it was a painful white. Harold couldn’t do anything about it for now, so he headed to bed, promising to confront the doctor about it tomorrow.