[quote=@dragonmancer]
Jackal his behind a dumpster. his heart was racing but his eyes were wild and bore a wicked grin. In his palm was a handful of cash. "Where did he go?!" Yelled one thug, armed with a baseball bat. "In here!" Shouted another, darting into the dark alleyway with his knife drawn. Jackal snickered silently and waited. Footsteps raced, and at the right moment the first thug found his face bashed by a trashcan lid. Jackal, on the other end, lifted the lid and slammed it over his head, knocking him out. 

The other thug tried to swing at him with a baseball bat, but jackal dodged. However he made an error, and slipped onto his back. The thug was about to bash him in, but he suddenly burst into flames. The thug screamed into the empty street trying to put himself out. Jackal could see a black shadowy dragon whisp to his side. He stared at the beast for a good while, the thug didnt say anything about this monster either. Jackal got up carefully, and started backing away. The dragon continued to follow him, not aggressively,however. It lingered near him like a gentle breeze. He would hold his hand out carefully to the beast, staring at its white empty eyes, and the dragon stared back, shrinking and morphing into a more serpentine form, then coiled up his arm and mounted onto his shoulder. Jackal was both suprised and confused by this apparition-like creature, and unsure of what to do with it. He looked at his surroundings, an empty alley al around him.

[i]Where did you come from? [/i] he thought.
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Quincy was walking down the sidewalk, his arms clutched at his sides, with his grip tightened like a vice. His eyes were dilated, bags hanging low under his eyelids and darting all around to the brick and mortar buildings of the old district of Mercer City. He couldn't stop looking as he has been on edge ever since the dreams started. The dreams where he is standing alone in a vast wasteland, void of trees, landscapes, or even people. Well, he would be alone, if not for the other two figures standing before him. He could only see their silhouettes, but he can feel that they are probably not ordinary people. And what is even more terrifying about these dreams is that the figures spoke to him, with a voice that would chill even the toughest of men to their very core.

 "Tell them, I will rise again. And I will, its already beginning. I can my feel my power growing again, as the chaos feed me evermore. And you will tell them, because I will never stop reminding you of my coming ascension to the throne of the world once more. You will not escape my grasp, and your mind will succumb to me, its only a matter of time." 

Then the dream always end with Quincy jolting awake in a cold sweat. And its been 2 days since he could get any sleep and he can feel it getting to him. And he knows that if he goes to sleep again, he will see them in his dreams, and it will get worse. Sudden;y, Quincy's train of thought is brought to a sudden stop when he sees a man rushing out into the street, covered head to toe in flames. He tensed up at the sight of the man rolling in the middle of the road, desperately trying to extinguish the flames and failing. He rushed behind the nearest building, pulled out his phone and called for medical services. 

[color=f7941d]"Hello, I need an ambulance here immediately! There is a ma-oh god! He's on fire and rolling all over the street!!" [/color]

[color=00aeef]"Where are you, sir?" The response operator said.[/color]

[color=f7941d]"I'm near the corner of...Maple and Hemmmingsway. Please hurry, I don't think he will make it!!"[/color]
 
[color=00aeef]"Calm down sir, we will try to get a vehicle to your location, it will tough, but we'll try."[/color] 

[color=f7941d]"Please tell them to hurry!!"[/color]

[color=00aeef]"Sir I wish I could, but we are a bit behind as we are getting more calls than we can answer." [/color]

[color=f7941d]"So, it might be a while...?" [/color]

[color=00aeef]"I certainly hope not, sir. What's your name?" 
[/color]
[color=f7941d]"Quincy, Quincy Weaver."[/color] 

[color=00aeef]"Okay Quincy, what happened?"[/color]
 
[color=f7941d]"I don't know! I was walking down the street and I saw a man dart from an alleyway and into the street while he was on fire."
 [/color]
[color=00aeef]"You don't know how he got on fire?"
[/color]
[color=f7941d]"No! No I don't!"
 [/color]
[color=00aeef]"Well Quincy, I just got word that the ambulance is approaching Maple and Hemmingsway and should be there soon."
 [/color]
[color=f7941d]"Oh my god, thank you! Thank you!"
 [/color]
[color=00aeef]"You're welcome, sir. And if anything else should come up, let us know."
 [/color]
[color=f7941d]"I will, thank you."[/color]

Quincy pressed the end button and put his phone just as the wail of a siren was heard in the air. A blue and white ambulance from the Mercer city hospital came screeching to a halt in front of the burning man as they put him out with fire extinguishers and proceed to tend to his injuries while others got the stretcher ready to take him back to the hospital. Quincy watched, hoping the man would make a speedy recovery, but he couldn't help shake the feeling that the figures from his dreams were talking about this. This is the chaos that they were talking about, and this might be their doing. But who were they? And why were they doing this? Quincy soon has questions running through his mind faster than a road runner. But all signs pointed to one thing: if he were to get the answers he need, he would have to take a snooze.