[h2]Izayoi Grand Hospital - [color=crimson]Xander Johannes[/color][/h2]
TIME: 6:08 AM
DATE: August 19

[color=a187be]"I- I- I... I d- d- don't k- k- know... Everything s- stopped moving... I saw people... excreting blood from their bodies and... black, like a bullet magnetized to a person... and I was in its range..."[/color]

[color=00aeef]“Why does everything hurt so much?... I think I want to go home now.”[/color]

[color=f7941d]"What... the hell happened? Are you okay, guys?"[/color]

[color=a187be]"...But... that's impossible...! Things like that don't exist...!"[/color]

Good lord. This business with the odd projectile seemed to have no rhyme or reason to it. At least, having experienced brutal damage before, Xander was able to cope with his own physical harm. These other folks probably had never felt a worse pain in their life, and they were suffering because of this. Was it just by chance that he, and all these others, were the only ones not brutally slain? Xander wasn't sure he wanted to know for certain.

[b]"I'm sorry. We were all within sight of one another during the event. There was someone else, a young lady as described by Mr. Yoyo. I'm afraid you're the odd man out, Mr...?"[/b]

That man... not somebody Xander immediately recognized, but it invoked a feeling of somebody of high status. Maybe an philosopher of some renown? That was the feeling he got from the stranger. This assumed attack really didn't have any sort of trend to its victims. Sneering through the pain pressing on his torso, Xander sat up fully, intending to get out of bed in due time. 

[color=crimson][b]"Just call me Xander. I was heading by Chromatus Tower, when- well, whatever this was, happened."[/b][/color]

Against the complaints of his burning chest, Xander stretched out a bit in his sitting position. At least he wasn't hurting quite as bad, anymore - it was more of a dull, roaring sting in his chest to remind him of this incident. There was something bigger at work here, Xander felt, and he wanted some idea of what it was, no matter how poor of judgement it was to pursue it. There was no way a tough man like him was going to be held down by some supernatural attack when he came out of it technically unscathed.

Someone had called for the nurse, as she came walking through the door as Xander was about to throw his legs over the side of the bed. 'YoYo' was quick to ask about someone - a sister, or something like that. The nurse had little else to offer but the cold, hard truth: she was dead. Died, of course, from that arrow plowing right through her... YoYo couldn't take it. He broke down crying, the others at his side consoling him for his sudden loss. Xander could only grit his teeth and his fists in anger. For them being the only ones to survive being struck, many more must've died. 

His thoughts flashed back to that split-second glimpse of that hapless child, killed instantly when the projectile made a tunnel though his skull. These were innocent people, going about their day as any normal person would, only to be instantly destroyed without precedence. Someone, whoever it was that unleashed that golden arrow, was going to pay very dearly for this-!!

[color=pink]"Wait, sir, you must lay down and rest, you were-"[/color]

[color=crimson][b]"Eighteen hours is plenty of sleep,"[/b][/color] Xander deadpanned seriously, continuing his small ordeal of standing up out of bed. With a final groan, he fixed his posture upright, stretching himself out a bit more. He was stiff and aching for having been unconscious for a while - maybe he'd actually have to go home first and get himself into shape again. And he never really had gotten those drinks...

[color=crimson][b]"If you'd like to help, you could point me to the exit. I have a mission to go through with."[/b][/color]