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1.0: Why this? Why now?

"I-I, wait, what? No, that..." They were the only words to escape Spencer Harrison's mouth as he tried to comprehend the news that he had wished he'd never heard. He stood there, swaying slightly, outside of his doorway leading to his lonely lodge. He rarely had visitors for a while now, and enjoyed living away from the real world and its issues. Now they came to see him instead, sick and tired of his hiding.

His yard had become a jungle since the last time he had walked on it –he was always planning on trimming it soon. The plants he was once given by a friend had now outgrown its pot, and was spreading along the edges of the steps that had lead up to his door. Whether it was helping hold them in place, or speeding the process of them needing to be replaced, it was still odd enough to annoy Spencer. The other plants were not doing too well, either; they all were either invading the walls and garden, or dying and wilting. The grass was once a luscious lime green, but now was a dull yellow, needing to be shortened and watered.

Though it seemed as though it will still be a while until Spencer would decide to cut the lawn, it was definitely about to get watered. Ominous clouds were looming over, a deep grey and black, the sun was soon about to hide behind them. They crept their way steadily to his house, knowing full well their prey wasn't going to be able to avoid them this time. They passed the endless forest that surrounded Spencer, keeping him in his comfort zone, and narrowing closer to the solitary road which led to the hopeless outside world.

Yet the road today had some company atop of it, a flashy-looking car. The lights still blaring, and the radio still transmitting static and crackling voices, repeating certain numbers and sequences that seemed to be in no pattern. The colours of the car shone brightly, as though they had been recently washed; and the Ying and Yang contrasting each other, making it stand out to the other cars that it could pass. However the two owners of the car still obscured it from view, hiding anything which would be considered confidential, even anything which might be considered embarrassing.

Yet Spencer could not see these things, for his vision was getting blurrier by the second.

In front of him he could see a blurred outline of two bearers of bad news, covered from head to toe in a dark blue. On their left breast there was something yellow, glinting as the light from within the house reached it. The larger blue fellow held something black towards the centre of his chest, and took out something from his blended pocket. He pressed down on the top of this object using his large hands, and it made a faint clicking sound, preparing the torture which was about to commence. The other fellow was the circus-mirror comparison to the first one. He seemed very thin and bony, almost as if he had given up eating for lent, and had then forgot to eat for the next few weeks after. His mushed face looked at the first fellow, and mumbled something to him. Spencer was unable to hear what this was, as his hearing was blocked by a slight ringing; not of church bells, though. It was instead a painful, excruciating ringing, yet his body did not react. The man then looked back to Spencer, and waved to him, trying to bring him back from the nightmarish journey his mind had taken him.

Soon the ringing stopped, and the men's faces formed back to normal. He could now easily see the uniform they wore, the badge that scolded his heart, the notepad that was at draw to shoot his memory, and make him recollect every shattered fragment of horror that he wished to forget. He could see how the first gentlemen was not blue, but was a beetroot red and shivering. He spoke in a nasally voice and had trouble differentiating between the letters 'p' and 'b', and was asking if he could go inside and away from this bad weather. The other gentlemen was in fact not mumbling, but was speaking quite clearly and slowly, trying to teach Spencer their language. He kept simply, slowly saying "I know this may be a lot to take in, but we were wondering if you could answer some of our questions." Spencer soon shook himself off from the great darkness that shrouded him, and kept his balance. He still had trouble speaking due to the sudden shock that he had received, but nodded shakily and held the door open. As the rain was coming down in buckets, the men gave a sigh of relief on how they found someone who wouldn't begrudgingly stand outside, just because he was worried about privacy.