• The dark figure of a man sat in front of a computer screen, its cold, heartless white glow the only source of light in the room. It made everything around it look bleached and lifeless, and if one were to walk into the room at that moment, a depressing feeling would enter their heart, however, the man did not seem to mind too much. There wasn't anymore room left in his heart for more depressing, for grief and sorrow had already made their home there.
    He thought that maybe, just perhaps, hours of mindless video after video on the internet might cheer him up a bit, but nothing helped. Not the golf ball to the groin, the old English dubbed kung fu movies, or even the numa numa guy. No, the death of his friends was just too much to bare. All six of them, gone. Just like that, with no warning at all. He sighed a rather heavy sigh, and made his way to the kitchen. Eventually, hungry or not, he would have to eat something before he starved to death. He had barely anything at all for nearly a week.
    As the refrigerator door swung open, he noticed that it too produced a light which seemed cold and heartless. Lifeless. It seemed as though without them here, even the items in the house had lost all interest. Finding nothing at all appealing (Since there was no food in the fridge to begin with) the man swung the door shut, and ran his fingers through his shaggy raven black hair, and itched at the scruff on his chin. This was most definitely not like him at all. He was usually perfectly clean cut. He was the definition of professional ( in outward appearance at least), but nothing made any sense to him anymore.
    Running almost completely on auto pilot, he plopped down on one of the barstools at the counter island, and thought about what had happened. No matter how many times he ran it through his mind, it never made sense. And no matter how much he didn't want to think about it, his mind would disobey, and the events of that terrible night would begin to unfold once more...

    "I am afraid their bodies just can't cope any longer. The strain is just too much." The doctor tried to show no emotion, but you could see the moisture in his eyes. " I am so sorry Neal, we did everything we could."
    Neal didn't say anything, he just ran to his friends, bursting into their room, he cried out their names even though he knew they couldn't hear him, because they were already dead. The gift was just too much, and they were all so young. Hadn't even finished high school. "NO! WHY GOD? WHY!" he cried out...

    "Neal?" a little voice called out, bringing the man back to the present.” I heard you weeping from my room, is it because of them?"

    "Oh, Evangeline" Neal responded, his voice barely a whisper. "I am so grateful that you are still here."

    "Of course I am." she smiled " I may look 13, but you must remember that I am decades older than you. It is because of the gift that has been given to me that I look so young."

    "A gift? Is that what you call it?" He brought his amber eyes level with her violet ones. "If this gift is so great, then why is it that six teenagers are dead! DEAD! Dead because this 'precious gift'. A gift that was so strong that it destroyed their bodies! So why is it that your still alive huh? What make you so special, huh!" He grabbed onto her shoulders. "WHY AREN'T YOU DEAD!!" He hung his head and began to sob uncontrollably.

    "Oh Neal..." she placed her small hand within his tufts of hair, smoothing it gently. " You see..."

    Suddenly Evangeline fell to the floor and began writhing about in pain, her blonde hair a tangled mess, and her legs becoming entangled in her red velvet nightgown.

    "Its happening again!" Neal thought, and he quickly moved things out of the way so she would not hurt herself. Then just as quickly as it had come, it went, and Evangeline lay on the breathing heavy and drenched in a cold sweat.

    "What did you see Evee?" he asked in a gentle tone, carefully bringing her up into his arms.

    "I saw....ugh!" and she vomited blood all over his jeans and grey T-shirt.

    "Oh God I have to call the hospital!" He reached for the phone, but the air became very heavy, a loud ringing filled his ears.
    What he saw next chilled him too the bone, and the being before him was so divine that mere words could not describe it.

    "ThE nExT gEnErAtIoN iS nIgH." It said and disappeared.

    "Oh..." was all Neal managed to spit out before becoming unconscious.