THE CALL AND THE VISITATION

That night, as Jason shut his eyes, he saw flashes of himself, filled with rage, standing over a man he had shot dead. Other images of five men flashed in, lying lifeless in different positions, at different locations. He felt relieved, breathing the metallic scent of their blood before walking out of there. He was dressed as Black Moon and the wind played with his black jacket which was as dark as a heart void of forgiveness. He opened his eyes, watching the ceiling. "I'm almost there, Rose." He smiled and averted his gaze at Stacy before laying a soft kiss on her cheeks.

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Alya woke up with a spiralling headache. She made to stand but fell back to the bed. "Where am I?" She mumbled with her eyes moving through the familiar room. "Home? Home!"

"How did I get here? Why did I drink too much?" She scampered off her bed. Rushing to the mirror " I look horrible" her hands went over her face and she sighed lowering her head. Immediately, Ms. Sonia walked into the room and