[h1][color=lightgreen]Marcus[/color][/h1][sub][sub]Written with [@Mr Allen J][/sub][/sub]

[youtube]https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NHd40RuWPKI[/youtube]

Rainfall.

Another instance of the strange storms that have been plaguing Verthaven. The rainstorm got fairly intense, creating a fog that was impossible to see through.

Cora Dubois was marching through Union Point Hills to the Haven Cafe. Which is what she always did after a photoshoot. Wearing jeans, and plaid clothing. She pulled out her umbrella (Because cats don't like water) and extended it above her. She crossed a bridge, while people were scrambling for over.

However, a splash came out of the water, as a humanoid - obscured by shadows - came out of the water like it was shot out of a cannon. Cora's enhanced senses picked up on it, but she paid it no mind. Simply considering it to be something falling into one of the many rivers of this city. The humanoid, with long arms, and short legs, grabbed onto the ledges of one of the buildings, and climbed up. 

It's glowing purple eye was one of the few things seen through the heavy rain.

It focused on Cora. Singling her out because she was alone. 

It's light narrowed almost as if it focused on her. It hopped one of the rooftops, and ran up to the edge. Grabbing onto the ledge, and dropping down. Cora was simply walking and didn't have a single idea of what was going to happen.

When she stepped into the trap, the creature grabbed onto her with strength to yank her into the alleyway effortlessly. Cora let out a few screams, and fought back - but the creature was far stronger than her. It's hands were wrapped around her head, and it grasped her jaw. With one violent twist, it had completely torn her lower jaw off. Her tongue was flopping out as she let out pained screams.

The creature responded by violently hitting her head against the ground. One, two, three.... Cora's skull was shattered. A large indent formed in her head. The creature dropped her dead body, and a pool of blood followed.

However, it wasn't done yet. It walked up, and jammed it's hands into her chest. It ripped open her ribcage, before pulling out her heart, and her lungs. With it's prize in one hand, it leaped up high into the air. Jumping several rooftops before it landed right back into the water and vanished.

The rain vanished...

Meanwhile, just nearby, Marcus was having an early afternoon bike ride to work. Today wasn't a busy day either, and boss lady had let him sleep in, have him come in on the afternoon shift. With a rain slicker on over his tank top and shorts, he plowed through the rain like a machine, a wide smile on his face as he took the route fast 'n loose. The weather today was [b][i]perfect[/i][/b] for some biking, albeit the wet meant his tyres slid more than they gripped but hey that was all part of the fun! His bike was meant for all weather, in all fairness.

As he cycled along towards Haven, he heard a scream. At that, he skidded to a stop. No one else seemed to have heard it at all in the heavy downpour, and it had come from nearby...from a familiar voice...

WIth a spin of his pedals he was off again, but not heading for work. He headed instead for the source of the scream, pedaling at full tilt. As he got closer to the alleyway it came from, he turned in and saw two things: first, a body on the ground, and secondly some sort of...monster leaping up along the sides of the alley, up to the rooftop where it vanished from his sight. He ignored the second sighting and pedaled in towards the body, balancing himself on one pedal as he stopped nearby and hopped off his bike.

[color=lightgreen]"Holy shit..."[/color]

At first glance the body didn't ring any bells but her manner of dress was familiar. Didn't help much that the lower half of her face was completely gone. The gore was splattered all around her body, and strands of sinew and tendon hung from her jaw as her sightless eyes stared up into the downpour.

Her eyes. Something even more familiar about her.

Marcus looked around the alleyway. No witnesses or anything. Just the poor lady and that...thing that vanished just a second ago.

She had a satchel bag, and he rummaged around through that to find some identification. He found her wallet in there and popped it open. The name he found within sent a chill straight down his spine.

Cora Dubois. The photographer that visited Haven regularly. Caramel latte, extra caramel, extra cream, sprinkling of brown sugar on top.

[color=lightgreen]"Oh shit, Cora- "[/color]

He dropped the wallet as he scrambled away from the body of the woman he once knew by drink order, hands trembling. Marcus slowly reached for his phone, even as the realisation of what had happened sunk in.

[color=lightgreen]"H-hello? 911? I-I just found a body."[/color]