They said he was a ghost. Some said he died in battle. Others said he was a storm made to flesh. When the wind thrashes all would know that he is coming. A story of one betrayed by his peers. Returning now from the dead to seek his revenge on the on...
Jack: They say if you want to glimpse the future, just look behind you. I used to think that was bullshit. But now I realize...
Turns around and sat down next to a boy in a hospital bed.
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Jack: you can't outrun the past. When we were kids, you were picked on by the toughest bastards in school. I was the one who had to step in and finish them. You used to steal from the corner shop because you lived in poverty, but it was me who'd paid the old man back. I'd hoped you'd outgrown it. Become someone better. But deep down, I guess I knew you would end up like this, despite everything I did teach you. Still, you're my best friend. My only friend. My brother to the very end.
Gets up and placed a cross necklace around the patient's hand. Closing the grip tight.
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Jack: Rest now, while I settle the score. (walks out, but stops) You take care of him. Anything happens, I'll come by looking for you.
He walks out, leaving the doctor and nurse inside. To the elevator which was on the other side of a burned hospital. Bullet holes, roof caving in, police bodies scattered everywhere, and damaged equipment.
Once in the lobby, he hands something to a policeman, who was injured badly in the leg.
Jack: Here. Hold this. *pushes*
Policeman: Grenade!
Walks out the door with explosions. Disappears without a trace.
