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JACK · **10-27-2014, 05:01 PM**

Can you feel the hot fire burning in our spirits?

The date for Warfare is drawing ever closer, as is an inevitable demise for one Lucius Fyre.

Can you feel how the fire just burns you up inside, Lucius?

Can you feel the hatred and ire rising up inside you?

It's a natural reaction when people find out that the Hidden Order was right about their lives.

At first, they'll deny it.

Then they'll start to look deeper into their past, realizing that the man coated in rags was right all along.

No need to fret, it's to be expected when you challenge right and wrong.

Hell may have no morals, but you're trapped on Earth.

Hell on Earth?

You'll know what that term means when we're through with you.

In the busy streets of Chicago, Illinois, two police officers are hiding in an alleyway in their patrol car, waiting for alerts to come in through their radio. The duo look really bored while they wait for something, anything to come up on their side. There are announcements of murders, kidnappings, acts of thievery, and various other crimes, but those crimes are going on in different cities and being handled by different officers. One of them yawns and stretches his arms upward, making them touch the ceiling of the automobile. This goes on for a few seconds before his partner turns to him with an annoyed look on his tired face.

Cop 2: I wish you didn't yawn that loud.

Cop 1: What? I can't yawn in my own patrol car anymore?

Cop 2: Not until you know how to turn that shit down, man.

The driver stretches his arms out towards the front window, popping any stiff bones by doing so. There is a brief silence for a while as they watch people drive and walk right by them. After they watch many cars pass and people walk by with their Halloween costumes on them, one of the cops gets an idea. This idea is one that would normally be considered criminal in everyone else's eyes. The driver smiles and turns to his partner, who doesn't seem to understand why he's acting so suspiciously.

Cop 1: You thinking what I'm thinking, man?

Cop 2: You know I'm not a mind reader, so just tell me.

The driver turns his head back towards the busy streets. The cop still has that dangerous smile on his face.

Cop 1: See all of those people in Halloween costumes?

Cop 2: You mean for that rave over at Neo? What about it?

Cop 1: How's about you and I head over there, in uniform, and pick up the first girl that shows off the most leg?

The partner raises an eyebrow.

Cop 2: You serious, man?

Cop 1: Oh, I'm dead serious man. You think I'd be joking if I was this bored?

The partner, not really caring at this point, shrugs off the question and motions his fellow officer to start the car, which he does. The partner looks over at the man driving the car with a very slight hint of worry.

Cop 2: You sure the chief won't catch word of this?

Cop 1: Relax man, we're cops. Cops hardly ever get busted anyways. Even if anyone in this rave catches us, we can pass it off as them having as them seeing things from all the booze they've been drinking. Nothing can go wrong for us!

The two cops smile as they start to drive over to Neo to pick up a defenseless costumed woman.

They arrive just outside the building, where they see many men and women dressed up in what appear to be bizarre latex outfits. Not one of them are dressed up as something simple, like cowboys, ghosts, zombies, or skeletons. They do see some schoolgirls, some punk chicks, some men in fancy suits, and a ton of people in full body coverings. They look around for any woman that is not suspecting any sort of surprise assault. Just then, they notice a young woman dressed as Christopher Robin, shorts and all. The cops turn to each other, nod, and step out of the car, proceeding to walk towards the young woman. Both officers have sick smiles on their faces.

Cop 2: Excuse me, ma'am? Can we have a word with you real quick?

The shitfaced woman turns towards them with a big, sheepish smile on her face.

CR: Yeah, what's up guys? You want a sip?

Cop 2: Nah, we're good. We just want to warn you about a couple of people at this party. Some of these guys don't look very trustworthy at all.

CR: Really? You mean like the guys that gave me this martini?

Cop 1: Exactly like the guys that gave you that martini. I don't know what people add to these drinks, but I'm sure people add all kinds of shit in these drinks, like Roofies, Melatonin, and who knows what other kinds of drugs.

CR: Are you saying that I could be drugged out right now? Aw shit, guys, what do I do?

Cop 2: Well, the most important thing to do is not to panic. The drug can affect the body faster if you act like the way you are now.

Cop 1: Yeah, and then you'll want to come outside with us. We'll take you home after some questioning, alright?

Not knowing any better, the lady nods and sets her drink down on a table. The two cops drag her outside of the club and into the streets. The cops turn to each other and smile widely, knowing that they are about to score big tonight. The former driver walks over to the defenseless girl and cuffs her, leaving the other officer reaching for his nightstick. She fidgets around for a little before having her head knocked in by the cops. She goes limp, the sudden dead weight leaves the driver stumbling for a bit before tossing her down to the floor. Once doing so, they look towards each other and start to play rock paper scissors...

...Rock...

...Paper...

...Scissors!

The driver pulled out paper while his partner pulls out scissors. The one with the keys groans as his partner silently cheers. Before either of them could start, however, they hear the sound of a blade scratching a police car, which causes both cops to tense up and reach for their guns. They don't get to use them, as they both get stabbed through the stomach, making them bleed out profusely. They look down at their wounds and see the knives jutting out of them. Suddenly, the knives are pulled out of their stomachs, causing them to land on the floor, the driver falling face first down on the ground and the other one with his back against the wall.

Jack: Their positions of power made them hot headed. They thought they could get away with anything as officers of the law...

A chuckle can be heard as the KOed woman is picked up and removed from the scene.

Jack: The officers of the Hidden Order know differently, however. They know when they see something wicked about to occur. When they see it, they know what to do. No one gets another chance in our eyes. Everybody gets one.

With that, the scene fades out.

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