The world was shaking from side to side. The jet was flying through the air and John as delirious.

He'd just drunk six bottles of wine. That's how much it took John to get himself drunk.

What's happening?

John could hold nothing but a vague sense of confusion within his mind.

Everything was blurred. The plush chairs around him. The scathing sound of voices. The white walls of the plane. The weak streams of light shone through the windows. It all seemed to blur for John.

John glanced to the front of the plane. There was someone there. Someone that he thought had great beauty. John knew that he could not go there. It would just breed hatred.

So John sat there. And let the daze slide time away.

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"John. John. John! JOHN!"

"BLUGHEEEEE."

Wine-coloured vomit shot from John's mouth. It splattered onto the floor of the airplane.

"WHAT THE FUCK!" Yelled the voice,

John simply lay there. The daze that gripped him weakened at an accelerating rate until finally. The daze had completely vanished.

John looked up at the source of the voice. Standing above him was a plump woman with a wisp of a double chin. It was Aria. She looked down at John with a look of transcendental disgust on her face.

Pooling at her feet was vomit.

"You're disgusting." She said

Aria turned her head away from John. She walked away. After a few steps, she stepped out of her vomit-soaked shoes. She left them behind and continued on her way.

John scowled.

I'm never going to find someone that likes me.

A flight attendant walked over to the puddle of vomit that John had created. She had a deep scowl on her face and a mop in her hands.

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She was a thin woman with thin hair and an even thinner glance.

"Ugh. I can't believe I have to be the one to deal with this." She muttered to herself.

She began to mop up the vomit. John just sat there and watched her as she did so. He could get out of his seat until the vomit was cleared. He had a mission, so he couldn't afford to ditch his shoes.

After a few minutes, the vomit was cleared, and John was left on his own.

He got out of his seat and slowly lumbered out of the jet.

It took him about a minute to get out of the jet and down the stairs.

Cassandra, Charles, Nathanial, and hopefully Rob stood at the bottom of the jet's stairway. They had deep scowls on their faces.

"I know you like food, John. But that was too far." Said Cassandra.

John simply frowned.

Something isn't right.

Those words played in the back of his mind every morning. It made him want to eat.

But he couldn't say that. No one would respond well if he said that.

John scratched the back of his head. There was a guilty smile on his face.

"Sorry," John said

Cassandra didn't respond to John's apology.

"We need to get going. We're supposed to meet with the other hunters at the big grey building over there." Said Cassandra as she pointed toward a large building made entirely from steel and painted a deep black. The asphalt around the building also took on a black hue, which cumulated in it, blending in with the ground from the sky. It was quite the strategic design.

"Okay." Said John

John followed Cassandra and Charles towards the building.

The building was constructed like some kind of hangar. It had massive gate-like doors that were swung wide open. A group of men and women in varying shapes and sizes was standing near the entrance.

But the people in the hangar were nowhere near as interesting as the sound coming from the hangar.

"YO! YO! IT'S JOE STONE! THE MAN WITH UNBREAKABLE BONES! THE MAN WHO EATS CELLPHOOOOONES! THE MAN WHO HAS A PLAN ABOUT HOW TO GET SOME NICE VANS! JOE STONE!"

These lyrics repeated over and over in the hangar.

"CAN YOU PLEASE SHUT THAT OFF!" Screamed a man who was maybe an inch taller than John. He was stick skinny. He was so skinny that every bone in his body was visible. He was practically a skeleton.

A man with a tall build and a beard on his face simply grinned. He had a boombox in his right hand and a book in his left. His book was filled with blank pages. That all had tears in them. It looked like someone had torn each page from the book.

"SORRY! I CAN'T HEAR YOU!" Yelled Joe.

"YO! YO! IT'S JOE STONE! THE MAN WITH UNBREAKABLE BONES! THE MAN WHO EATS CELLPHOOOOONES! THE MAN WHO HAS A PLAN ABOUT HOW TO GET SOME NICE VANS! JOE STONE!"

The skinny stick man practically vanished. One moment, he was standing there, and the next, he was right in front of Joe. He punched the boombox out of Joe's hand. It shattered almost instantly and created a hail of plastic and electronic parts.

Joe looked at the man with a slightly smaller smile than he had started with on his face.

"There's nowhere nearby where I can buy boomboxes. Come on, man." Said Joe

The tall man simply glared.

"Well, go fuck yourself." He said

"Guys. Guys. Save the fighting for the battlefield." Said a woman with extremely curly hair and a hollow smile on her face.

"Okay, honey." Said Joe

"Fuck you too."

Two fists instantly flew toward the man's face. One was from Samantha, and one was from Joe.

But the man vanished before either fist could touch him. He was now glaring at the two from the other side of the hangar.

John and the ground watched this with baffled looks. The fact that humans could move this fast and fight this well was terrifying.

Joe brought a piece of paper into his mouth and ate it.

"So, are you guys the mercenaries that we hired?"