Cursed, chapter 2
Mike's lifeless body laid on his bed, growing colder from death by each passing moment. His once, sparkling blue eyes were glazed over with a film, while breath no longer emitted from his slightly parted lips which had been left parted from the last breath he'd struggled to take.
"We haven't checked on Mike in about fifteen minutes," came Tre's voice. "And I haven't heard him moving around."
"Think he fell asleep?" was Billie Joe's question.
"Maybe...I'll go check."
Tre's footsteps became louder as he pushed aside the curtain to the bunk area and bent over slightly to look at Mike lying on his bunk.
Nothing out of the ordinary seemed to register for the drummer at first until he gave his friend a second look.
"Mike?" he questioned in concern, giving the bassist a soft push in the shoulder. Slowly, Tre's eyes widened as he studied Mike's face. "Are you okay, Mike?" Lifting his hand, he pressed his pointer and middle fingers against the taller man's neck, checking for a pulse and just about having a heart attack when he felt nothing. "Oh, God...Mike...oh shit...Billie!" Tre moved his hand and placed it about an inch over Mike's lips, feeling no breath.
Panting from fear and grief and shock, Tre stumbled backward out of the bunk area, on the verge of tears as he bumped into Billie Joe.
"What's wrong? How's Mike?"
"He...h-he's dead...Mike's fucking dead!"
Billie Joe looked at Tre, his face expressionless. "Stop shitting around, Tre."
His blue eyes wild and tears ready to fall, Tre shook his head rather adamantly. "I'm not shitting around...Mike's not...he's not breathing...he has no pulse...and he's cold..."
The guitarist's own face changing to fear, he pushed his younger friend out of the way as he walked into the bunk area. Tre looked after Billie Joe, waiting for the green eyed man's exclaim of shock and grief.
But one didn't come.
"Uh...Tre?"
"Yeah?" Tre mumbled nervously.
"Mike's not in here."
"What? What are you talking about?"
"I said..." Billie Joe started, turning around and walking back out toward the front of the bus. "He's not--"
But then he stopped in tracks and looked right past Tre, his eyes widening.
"Bill, what is it?" Tre inquired. Following his friend's gaze, he looked over his shoulder and jumped in surprise.
Standing behind him was Mike, smiling a little oddly at the two of his friends.
"Mike--what the--how in the hell did you get up here?" Billie Joe questioned, greatly confused.
Tilting his head slightly, Mike continued to smile; something very different about the look in his eyes as he shrugged. "Silent as the grave, I s'pose," he responded.
"You feelin' okay, man?"
"You have no idea," Mike grinned. "I feel...different...alive...but not." He let out a small laugh. "That probably doesn't make much sense, but it doesn't have to, now does it?"
Tre furrowed his brow. "Huh?"
"Exactly," Mike spoke.
Billie Joe and Tre exchanged glances and then they both looked at their taller friend.
"Mike..." Tre began. "When I went back to just check on you, you didn't have a pulse. You weren't breathing." He shook his head, still confused. "Were you just messing with me or something?"
Without saying another word, Mike's slightly odd blue eyes changed; morphing into complete white...the blue completely gone. As the corners of his mouth lifted, his eye teeth extended into sharp fangs.
The two, shorter bandmates stepped back.
"What the fuck?" Billie Joe muttered.
Grinning a little more, Mike stuck his tongue out a little and licked the fronts of his teeth. "I'm feeling a little hungry. How about you two?" When Billie Joe and Tre hesitated to answer, Mike whipped around and looked toward Andy, the bus driver. "Andy? What about you?"
"What, Mike?" he hollered.
"Care for a bite to eat?"
Before Billie Joe and Tre could react, Mike had moved so swiftly over to Andy, grabbed the bus driver by the throat and pulled him out of his driver's seat as if he were a sack of feathers.
"Mike!" Billie Joe shouted.
Andy began to struggle in Mike's unnaturally strong grasp until Mike smirked and twisted the driver's head, snapping his neck.
Tre and Billie Joe jumped in surprise, unbelieving of what their friend had just done.
Mike had just killed their bus driver, and more importantly--
"Fuck! Who's driving the bus now?!" Tre cried out.
As the bus began to swerve about on the deserted, Romanian road, Mike sank his fangs into Andy's neck and the sound of Mike gulping away at the poor, dead driver's blood was so sickening to Tre that he thought he'd throw up right there. Turning his face away, he gripped the counter in the kitchenette for balance as he felt the bus lose traction and slide off the road.
"Ohhh, fuck!" the drummer grimaced as the bus suddenly came to a halt when it slammed head on into a huge tree off the side of the road.
Tre and Billie Joe lurched forward and began to fall over themselves on the floor as a side effect of crashing, except for Mike, whose stance remained steady and unfaltering, as if nothing had happened.
When the drummer and guitarist managed to pick themselves back up, Mike had dropped Andy's lifeless body to the ground like a sack of coal, a resounding thud echoing off the walls of the bus' interior. Mike licked the blood off of his lips and around his mouth, getting the spots he'd missed with the pad of his thumb and then sucking gently on it while he looked down upon his seriously freaked out friends.
Before either three could say anything, the sound of the tree they'd crashed into made a creaking sound as it began to uproot.
"I'm getting the hell off this bus," Tre panted, getting to his feet as Billie Joe lunged at Mike.
"What the fuck did you do?" the lead singer began wailing on Mike. "What the fuck happened to you? Why did you fucking kill Andy?!"
With a simple shove, Mike sent Billie Joe flying back toward the bunk area like he were a rag doll. The guitarist cried out in pain as his shoulder blade whacked into the corner of the small table and his head hit the wall.
The lights in the bus flicker on and off, as the tree outside lurches away from the bus' front a little more. Meanwhile, the lights flickering illuminate Mike's maniacally calm face in a very eerie way; causing guitarist and drummer to swallow back lumps in their throats.
"What the fuck have you done, Mike?" Tre barked. "What did you do?!"
Mike whipped his head in Tre's direction and narrowed his eyes. "You really don't want to piss me off right now, Tre, my boy."
"Well, I do," Billie remarked, getting back up and walking over to his lanky friend. "What the fuck happened to you?!"
"I can show you," Mike replied, flashing the raven haired guitarist a devilish grin, baring his fangs once again as he suddenly reaches out and grabs Billie Joe by the back of the head and dragging Billie Joe to him.
Mike sank his fangs into Billie Joe's neck, the initial puncturing sending a wave of pain through the smaller man's body as he whimpered under his friend's strong hold. Billie Joe tried, desperately, to claw at Mike's face, arms and chest in order to pull away, but Mike just began to practically inhale the blood from his neck.
It was as if Billie Joe could see his life flashing before his eyes as he began to feel weaker by the moment.
Fortunately, Mike didn't get very far, because, in the heat of the moment, Tre got a boost of adrenaline and ripped Billie Joe away and shoved Mike hard, so that he fumbled backward toward the driver's seat.
Without thinking, Tre took Billie Joe by the hand, threw open the bus door and the two of the scrambled outside, heading toward the side of the road, although Billie Joe was more along the lines of stumbling over his own to feet. It wasn't until they were on the side of the road that Tre looked back at the bus.
The lights inside had finally gone out for good; the flickering ended. And even though Tre had been trying to protect one friend, he was still worried about the other.
The currently psycho friend.
Up the road, in the far off distance, Tre noticed two headlights coming toward them, and for a fleeting moment, Tre felt hope.
"Billie, stay right here..." Tre ordered as he turned to head back for the bus, although he wasn't completely sure why.
Moving for the opened door, he stepped back inside the bus, grimacing at the sight of the dead bus driver; his stomach doing flip flops from slight nausea. With a tight jaw, Tre focused on checking on Mike, but found the bassist was no where to be found. He searched the bus up and down, and Mike was not there at all.
Fear shooting through the drummer's body, Tre pulled open a drawer near the sink and grabbed a butcher knife, arming himself with some sort of weapon as he headed back outside, just then noticing that the tree the bus had crashed into was keeping the entire bus from falling down the side of a cliff.
"Oh shit," Tre mumbled as he inched away carefully and headed back to the side of the road where Billie Joe was stumbling about, holding the side of his neck and seemingly confused by everything going around.
The guitarist was paler than usual and not because of the faint moonlight. But from the loss of blood. He turned his head toward Tre, his actions delayed. But his paling green eyes widening with fear as he looked to the side of Tre.
Following his older friend's gaze once again, Tre noticed Mike was standing at his side.
"Shit!" Tre exclaimed, jumping in surprise.
"Scared?" Mike questioned. He let a moment of silence fall over them as the car up ahead became closer. "There's no need to be afraid anymore, Tre," he added while Billie Joe dragged his feet out into the middle of the road, trying to wave the car down. "It doesn't have to be a scary thing, you know," Mike continued.
Before Tre could respond to his foreboding friend, the car came barreling down the road, catching the drummer's attention as Billie Joe seemed to disappear from his sight.
Billie Joe had been completely run over, with only the 'THUMPTHUMP' sound resounding in the stocky drummer's ears, followed by the sickening crack, letting Tre know that Billie Joe's head had been crushed along with probably every bone in his body.
"Billie!" Tre screamed as the car came screeching to a halt. Tears were gushing from his eyes now and rolling down his cheeks. "Nooooooo!"
With everything that had transpired, Tre starts to shake involuntarily while the people in the car jumped out and screamed as they saw Billie Joe's lifeless body in the middle of the road, lying in a pool of blood. They walked over toward Tre and Mike, apologizing profusely in Romanian.
"I don't speak fuckin' ROMANIAN, you motherfucking MURDERERS!" Tre screamed in their faces.
It was a couple; a man and a woman in the early to mid 30s, who looked completely freaked.
"We are very sorry, mis'er. We not see him in zah road," the woman began to say, while Mike just stood there, arms folded, and smirking.
"You KILLED him! You fucking ran him over!" Tre continued to scream, waving the butcher's knife around maniacally. "Didn't you see him in your goddamn headlights?!"
As the man stepped forward to protest, Tre lifted his arm and swiped the blade of the knife across the man's throat, not even realizing what he'd done at first.
Dropping to his knees, the man grasped at his sliced throat, while his girlfriend or wife -- whatever she was in relation to the man -- began to scream and freak out. After a few moments, the man fell back onto the ground, gurgling blood from his neck, and eventually ceasing to live.
The sight of the blood at the man's neck enticed Mike greatly as he slinked over and bent down, not at all fazed by the gory mess surrounding everyone. As he lifted the guy up by the back of his neck, he bared fangs yet again as he lapped at the blood while Tre turned to the whimpering woman.
Reaching out his free hand, he grabbed her face, squishing her cheeks together and pulling her closer to him. A flash of having lost it, glimmered in his eyes as he pulled the knife back and then shoved it deeply into her gut.
As she cried out in pain, Tre covered his mouth over hers to muffle the noise.
Stabbing her over and over, Tre began to laugh rather insanely as she fell to the ground, dead. He crouched down over her body and began to cut her skin here and there and then looked over at Mike who was just about done sucking the dead man dry of blood.
"Here," Tre muttered as he grabbed the woman by the arm, dragging her over to the vampiric Mike. "Drinks on me," he laughed a laugh which bordered on maniacal and grievous.
Obliging, Mike turns his attention to the woman and begins to feed off of her, when suddenly...Billie Joe's supposedly lifeless body stirs.
Mike and Tre turn their heads.
Sitting up rather mechanically, yet lazily, Billie Joe groans, but forming no words. His face is distorted, bloodied. Hell, even one of his eyes are hanging from their sockets.
After all, he'd been run the fuck over.
Climbing to his feet quite gracefully, Mike walked over and took Billie Joe by the hand, and the guitarist just moaned a response, like he were a deaf retard. Looking over at the dead couple, the zombie-like Billie Joe stumbles over to them, then falls down to their bodies. Tre continued to laugh as he watched as Billie Joe lifted an arm into his mouth, biting down and tearing the skin away with his teeth.
Just looking on, Tre begins to walk around with the bloody knife and cackling as he cuts at his arms and face, though not killing himself...
He'd simply lost his mind and he was beyond help.
They say that when you kill someone, you kill a part of yourself. And Tre had killed two people, as well as witnessing both of his friends dying and coming back to life...apparently.
Mike became the living dead, and Billie Joe became the walking dead.
As for Tre...he could be found walking side by side with the dead. His dead friends.
And, a few yards up the road, unbeknownst to the Green Day men, where everything had just gone down, stood a sign that read, 'Now Leaving Romania.'
Ms. Dudic's curse had completely come true:
"...Before you leave dis land, you vill valk zah rest of zah vorld...and you vill all live your lives out as a nightmare, only half of vhat you are now. You vork in zah night...zen I curse you to live as creatures of zah night. You will never enjoy ano'zer sunrise..."
"We haven't checked on Mike in about fifteen minutes," came Tre's voice. "And I haven't heard him moving around."
"Think he fell asleep?" was Billie Joe's question.
"Maybe...I'll go check."
Tre's footsteps became louder as he pushed aside the curtain to the bunk area and bent over slightly to look at Mike lying on his bunk.
Nothing out of the ordinary seemed to register for the drummer at first until he gave his friend a second look.
"Mike?" he questioned in concern, giving the bassist a soft push in the shoulder. Slowly, Tre's eyes widened as he studied Mike's face. "Are you okay, Mike?" Lifting his hand, he pressed his pointer and middle fingers against the taller man's neck, checking for a pulse and just about having a heart attack when he felt nothing. "Oh, God...Mike...oh shit...Billie!" Tre moved his hand and placed it about an inch over Mike's lips, feeling no breath.
Panting from fear and grief and shock, Tre stumbled backward out of the bunk area, on the verge of tears as he bumped into Billie Joe.
"What's wrong? How's Mike?"
"He...h-he's dead...Mike's fucking dead!"
Billie Joe looked at Tre, his face expressionless. "Stop shitting around, Tre."
His blue eyes wild and tears ready to fall, Tre shook his head rather adamantly. "I'm not shitting around...Mike's not...he's not breathing...he has no pulse...and he's cold..."
The guitarist's own face changing to fear, he pushed his younger friend out of the way as he walked into the bunk area. Tre looked after Billie Joe, waiting for the green eyed man's exclaim of shock and grief.
But one didn't come.
"Uh...Tre?"
"Yeah?" Tre mumbled nervously.
"Mike's not in here."
"What? What are you talking about?"
"I said..." Billie Joe started, turning around and walking back out toward the front of the bus. "He's not--"
But then he stopped in tracks and looked right past Tre, his eyes widening.
"Bill, what is it?" Tre inquired. Following his friend's gaze, he looked over his shoulder and jumped in surprise.
Standing behind him was Mike, smiling a little oddly at the two of his friends.
"Mike--what the--how in the hell did you get up here?" Billie Joe questioned, greatly confused.
Tilting his head slightly, Mike continued to smile; something very different about the look in his eyes as he shrugged. "Silent as the grave, I s'pose," he responded.
"You feelin' okay, man?"
"You have no idea," Mike grinned. "I feel...different...alive...but not." He let out a small laugh. "That probably doesn't make much sense, but it doesn't have to, now does it?"
Tre furrowed his brow. "Huh?"
"Exactly," Mike spoke.
Billie Joe and Tre exchanged glances and then they both looked at their taller friend.
"Mike..." Tre began. "When I went back to just check on you, you didn't have a pulse. You weren't breathing." He shook his head, still confused. "Were you just messing with me or something?"
Without saying another word, Mike's slightly odd blue eyes changed; morphing into complete white...the blue completely gone. As the corners of his mouth lifted, his eye teeth extended into sharp fangs.
The two, shorter bandmates stepped back.
"What the fuck?" Billie Joe muttered.
Grinning a little more, Mike stuck his tongue out a little and licked the fronts of his teeth. "I'm feeling a little hungry. How about you two?" When Billie Joe and Tre hesitated to answer, Mike whipped around and looked toward Andy, the bus driver. "Andy? What about you?"
"What, Mike?" he hollered.
"Care for a bite to eat?"
Before Billie Joe and Tre could react, Mike had moved so swiftly over to Andy, grabbed the bus driver by the throat and pulled him out of his driver's seat as if he were a sack of feathers.
"Mike!" Billie Joe shouted.
Andy began to struggle in Mike's unnaturally strong grasp until Mike smirked and twisted the driver's head, snapping his neck.
Tre and Billie Joe jumped in surprise, unbelieving of what their friend had just done.
Mike had just killed their bus driver, and more importantly--
"Fuck! Who's driving the bus now?!" Tre cried out.
As the bus began to swerve about on the deserted, Romanian road, Mike sank his fangs into Andy's neck and the sound of Mike gulping away at the poor, dead driver's blood was so sickening to Tre that he thought he'd throw up right there. Turning his face away, he gripped the counter in the kitchenette for balance as he felt the bus lose traction and slide off the road.
"Ohhh, fuck!" the drummer grimaced as the bus suddenly came to a halt when it slammed head on into a huge tree off the side of the road.
Tre and Billie Joe lurched forward and began to fall over themselves on the floor as a side effect of crashing, except for Mike, whose stance remained steady and unfaltering, as if nothing had happened.
When the drummer and guitarist managed to pick themselves back up, Mike had dropped Andy's lifeless body to the ground like a sack of coal, a resounding thud echoing off the walls of the bus' interior. Mike licked the blood off of his lips and around his mouth, getting the spots he'd missed with the pad of his thumb and then sucking gently on it while he looked down upon his seriously freaked out friends.
Before either three could say anything, the sound of the tree they'd crashed into made a creaking sound as it began to uproot.
"I'm getting the hell off this bus," Tre panted, getting to his feet as Billie Joe lunged at Mike.
"What the fuck did you do?" the lead singer began wailing on Mike. "What the fuck happened to you? Why did you fucking kill Andy?!"
With a simple shove, Mike sent Billie Joe flying back toward the bunk area like he were a rag doll. The guitarist cried out in pain as his shoulder blade whacked into the corner of the small table and his head hit the wall.
The lights in the bus flicker on and off, as the tree outside lurches away from the bus' front a little more. Meanwhile, the lights flickering illuminate Mike's maniacally calm face in a very eerie way; causing guitarist and drummer to swallow back lumps in their throats.
"What the fuck have you done, Mike?" Tre barked. "What did you do?!"
Mike whipped his head in Tre's direction and narrowed his eyes. "You really don't want to piss me off right now, Tre, my boy."
"Well, I do," Billie remarked, getting back up and walking over to his lanky friend. "What the fuck happened to you?!"
"I can show you," Mike replied, flashing the raven haired guitarist a devilish grin, baring his fangs once again as he suddenly reaches out and grabs Billie Joe by the back of the head and dragging Billie Joe to him.
Mike sank his fangs into Billie Joe's neck, the initial puncturing sending a wave of pain through the smaller man's body as he whimpered under his friend's strong hold. Billie Joe tried, desperately, to claw at Mike's face, arms and chest in order to pull away, but Mike just began to practically inhale the blood from his neck.
It was as if Billie Joe could see his life flashing before his eyes as he began to feel weaker by the moment.
Fortunately, Mike didn't get very far, because, in the heat of the moment, Tre got a boost of adrenaline and ripped Billie Joe away and shoved Mike hard, so that he fumbled backward toward the driver's seat.
Without thinking, Tre took Billie Joe by the hand, threw open the bus door and the two of the scrambled outside, heading toward the side of the road, although Billie Joe was more along the lines of stumbling over his own to feet. It wasn't until they were on the side of the road that Tre looked back at the bus.
The lights inside had finally gone out for good; the flickering ended. And even though Tre had been trying to protect one friend, he was still worried about the other.
The currently psycho friend.
Up the road, in the far off distance, Tre noticed two headlights coming toward them, and for a fleeting moment, Tre felt hope.
"Billie, stay right here..." Tre ordered as he turned to head back for the bus, although he wasn't completely sure why.
Moving for the opened door, he stepped back inside the bus, grimacing at the sight of the dead bus driver; his stomach doing flip flops from slight nausea. With a tight jaw, Tre focused on checking on Mike, but found the bassist was no where to be found. He searched the bus up and down, and Mike was not there at all.
Fear shooting through the drummer's body, Tre pulled open a drawer near the sink and grabbed a butcher knife, arming himself with some sort of weapon as he headed back outside, just then noticing that the tree the bus had crashed into was keeping the entire bus from falling down the side of a cliff.
"Oh shit," Tre mumbled as he inched away carefully and headed back to the side of the road where Billie Joe was stumbling about, holding the side of his neck and seemingly confused by everything going around.
The guitarist was paler than usual and not because of the faint moonlight. But from the loss of blood. He turned his head toward Tre, his actions delayed. But his paling green eyes widening with fear as he looked to the side of Tre.
Following his older friend's gaze once again, Tre noticed Mike was standing at his side.
"Shit!" Tre exclaimed, jumping in surprise.
"Scared?" Mike questioned. He let a moment of silence fall over them as the car up ahead became closer. "There's no need to be afraid anymore, Tre," he added while Billie Joe dragged his feet out into the middle of the road, trying to wave the car down. "It doesn't have to be a scary thing, you know," Mike continued.
Before Tre could respond to his foreboding friend, the car came barreling down the road, catching the drummer's attention as Billie Joe seemed to disappear from his sight.
Billie Joe had been completely run over, with only the 'THUMPTHUMP' sound resounding in the stocky drummer's ears, followed by the sickening crack, letting Tre know that Billie Joe's head had been crushed along with probably every bone in his body.
"Billie!" Tre screamed as the car came screeching to a halt. Tears were gushing from his eyes now and rolling down his cheeks. "Nooooooo!"
With everything that had transpired, Tre starts to shake involuntarily while the people in the car jumped out and screamed as they saw Billie Joe's lifeless body in the middle of the road, lying in a pool of blood. They walked over toward Tre and Mike, apologizing profusely in Romanian.
"I don't speak fuckin' ROMANIAN, you motherfucking MURDERERS!" Tre screamed in their faces.
It was a couple; a man and a woman in the early to mid 30s, who looked completely freaked.
"We are very sorry, mis'er. We not see him in zah road," the woman began to say, while Mike just stood there, arms folded, and smirking.
"You KILLED him! You fucking ran him over!" Tre continued to scream, waving the butcher's knife around maniacally. "Didn't you see him in your goddamn headlights?!"
As the man stepped forward to protest, Tre lifted his arm and swiped the blade of the knife across the man's throat, not even realizing what he'd done at first.
Dropping to his knees, the man grasped at his sliced throat, while his girlfriend or wife -- whatever she was in relation to the man -- began to scream and freak out. After a few moments, the man fell back onto the ground, gurgling blood from his neck, and eventually ceasing to live.
The sight of the blood at the man's neck enticed Mike greatly as he slinked over and bent down, not at all fazed by the gory mess surrounding everyone. As he lifted the guy up by the back of his neck, he bared fangs yet again as he lapped at the blood while Tre turned to the whimpering woman.
Reaching out his free hand, he grabbed her face, squishing her cheeks together and pulling her closer to him. A flash of having lost it, glimmered in his eyes as he pulled the knife back and then shoved it deeply into her gut.
As she cried out in pain, Tre covered his mouth over hers to muffle the noise.
Stabbing her over and over, Tre began to laugh rather insanely as she fell to the ground, dead. He crouched down over her body and began to cut her skin here and there and then looked over at Mike who was just about done sucking the dead man dry of blood.
"Here," Tre muttered as he grabbed the woman by the arm, dragging her over to the vampiric Mike. "Drinks on me," he laughed a laugh which bordered on maniacal and grievous.
Obliging, Mike turns his attention to the woman and begins to feed off of her, when suddenly...Billie Joe's supposedly lifeless body stirs.
Mike and Tre turn their heads.
Sitting up rather mechanically, yet lazily, Billie Joe groans, but forming no words. His face is distorted, bloodied. Hell, even one of his eyes are hanging from their sockets.
After all, he'd been run the fuck over.
Climbing to his feet quite gracefully, Mike walked over and took Billie Joe by the hand, and the guitarist just moaned a response, like he were a deaf retard. Looking over at the dead couple, the zombie-like Billie Joe stumbles over to them, then falls down to their bodies. Tre continued to laugh as he watched as Billie Joe lifted an arm into his mouth, biting down and tearing the skin away with his teeth.
Just looking on, Tre begins to walk around with the bloody knife and cackling as he cuts at his arms and face, though not killing himself...
He'd simply lost his mind and he was beyond help.
They say that when you kill someone, you kill a part of yourself. And Tre had killed two people, as well as witnessing both of his friends dying and coming back to life...apparently.
Mike became the living dead, and Billie Joe became the walking dead.
As for Tre...he could be found walking side by side with the dead. His dead friends.
And, a few yards up the road, unbeknownst to the Green Day men, where everything had just gone down, stood a sign that read, 'Now Leaving Romania.'
Ms. Dudic's curse had completely come true:
"...Before you leave dis land, you vill valk zah rest of zah vorld...and you vill all live your lives out as a nightmare, only half of vhat you are now. You vork in zah night...zen I curse you to live as creatures of zah night. You will never enjoy ano'zer sunrise..."
