The last time Kinwrathi/Derrick Montenegro was seen, he was bleeding from a bullet wound and collapsed outside of Caesars Palace. Any more mention of that incident? Nope.

The sun shines bright over a desert road, dirt flying in every conceivable direction as four tires of a black Camaro drive past. Derrick Montenegro sitting behind the steering wheel, no other passengers to be seen. So why is he pulling over in the middle of nowhere?

Veering off onto the side of the dirt road, the Chieftain parks the car and removes the keys from its ignition. He steps out of the car and closes the door behind him, the sound echoing in the silence of the rest of the desert.

He walks out further into the middle of nowhere, reaching into his pocket as he looks further on into the horizon. He stops for a second and pulls something oddly familiar looking out of the back pocket of his pants. A small blade with intricate markings.

Kneeling on the ground, Derrick stabs the blade into the ground and carves what looks to be a circle into the dry, lifeless dirt. Under his breath as he connects the circle completely, he whispers.

"Itaria."

A beacon of blue light shoots up from the circle to the skies, and then it fades back into the ground. Appearing in the circle is a figure, its face wrapped in a shroud. What could this possibly mean?

"I do hope you know what you're doing, Kinwrathi."

"Itaria, when don't I?"

"When you got yourself stuck on this planet in the first place for one..."

"Okay, any other examples?"

"Every time you speak, I tune out."

"You're hysterical, have I ever mentioned that?"

"I've been told..."

Itaria steps from the circle out into the arid desert, the dirt scattering as she steps further into the land of Earth for the first time.

"This planet's a wasteland, how do they live like this?"

"Not all the planet is like this, but they aren't too impressive."

She stomps on the dirt in protest, as if she was above this planet. Ironic for someone of her domain, but that's beside the point. The shroud around her face fades slowly as she notices no one around.

A mess of black hair covers her eyes and runs down her neck, looking as if it hasn't been tended to in millennia. Her eyes shine a color blue comparable only to the beacon. Fire burns in her eyes, a burning contempt for the population of this planet. There's not a damn thing she'd want more than to kill the first human she saw.

"So, are you going to show me around?"

A confused look strikes the face of the Chieftain.

"What?"

"Gonnerah made it clear. Anyone of us who ends up on Earth is to remain."

"Welcome to the darkest place I've seen. It's repulsive."

"I'm going to love it here!"




"How fun, I get to go up against four ingrates! Their names, where do I begin?

Brian Braxton.

TheCPlus.

Jason E. Smith.

and David Skulley.

How simple minded these people are, coming in with the exact same strategy as those who came before and after. You will file in one by one like sheep to the slaughter, physically and metaphorically.

Stocking the meat packing plants with fresh slices because once I'm done here, that's all you will be.

Meat.

Insignificant slices of unidentifiable meat.

You're bound by a sense of morality like it's the code of whatever God you worship. Like it defines you.

Actions speak louder than words, and words louder than morals.

Morals are a waste of time.

Destruction is what the strong do, which is precisely why none of you know the definition.

So many words you lack the appropriate definition of, and nothing you do.

I will take the time to destroy each one of you thoroughly, in honor of the warpath I'll continue on when we meet at last.

Brian, you think you know insanity, are you going to light more people on fire? It's cute that you think yourself intimidating when you can strike fear into only the hearts of those weaker than you. Your mental deficiencies shine brighter than only your physical weakness.

Weakness is how your body reacts when it knows its mortality is at hand. Time is ticking while you hide behind machismo like it was your armor. No armor can save you from yourself.

Nothing can stop me. Definitely not a piss ant like you.

C Plus, a monument to the moronic impulses of the human people. Your debut is only a means for me to decimate whatever you decide to bring before me.

Intelligence is seeing what can't be seen.

I have grown tired of you, be gone!

Jason, the 'Big Bad Beast.'

A beast is the servant of a greater force, a tool in the righteous machine. A dumb mutt strung along for strength alone. A brute without brains. You seem to personify that to a tee.

You seem to have lost your master though.

A shame, a damn shame. You could be groomed into a decent tool. Decent is enough, it likely has been for your entire career, the lives of your family. Decent. Just getting by.

Death is a cold fate that you will soon meet if not careful. Know your damn place.

David, you disappoint.

Such anger lost in the shell of such a worthless specimen.

Your hatred is tainted by the idiocy you embrace, you savage. You're a shaved ape who's too stupid to understand the words leaving my mouth. You're lost and can never be found.

How are all of you now?

Are you angry?"