[center][img]https://vignette.wikia.nocookie.net/marveldatabase/images/9/99/MoonKnight.png/revision/latest?cb=20150218201439[/img][/center] With the meal over, the three friends gathered in a lounge room with a massive TV. Marc licked his fingers again. Jean Paul looked on in disgust. [color=0054a6][b]“I’m starting to get the distinct feeling Marc was onto something, just before-- THAT happened.”[/b][/color] Jean Paul started. [b]“Why are you talking about me like I can’t hear you?”[/b] [color=ed1c24][b]“Do you remember what you were talking about before the meal, Marc?”[/b][/color] Marc rocked back in his chair. [b]“Don’t worry about it, sweetcheeks. I was talking about shit I didn’t know anything about. I’m a’right now. Don’t worry about it.”[/b] [color=ed1c24][b]“Sweetcheeks?!”[/b][/color] Marlene stood up and crossed her arms in front of herself in anger. [b]“It’s all OK. Samuels and Nedda are OK. This place is fine. I’ve been here before. If Samuels tells you to make yourself at home, make yourself at home.”[/b] With that, Marc grabbed the remote and turned the television on. He hit the buttons with the intention of selecting a channel amongst the movie package, but through an error put it on the evening news. “--where SWAT have now pinned down the animal on the rooftops in our own Lincoln Park. Police have advised local residents to stay indoors and away from doors and windows.--” Marc raised the remote to change the channel. “--So far the death toll is at 8, with a further dozen wounded innocent civilians.” Marc’s left brow twitched. He inhaled sharply. [color=ed1c24][b]“Good God, that’s horrible!”[/b][/color] Marlene exclaimed. “Police have still publicly refused to speculate on the nature of the creature with the press. But we have live interviews of survivors with our own Denise Taylor… Denise?” Marc got to his feet and left the room without a word. “He--he was like a bear crossed with, like a giant wolf or something!” “He? Are you sure it wasn’t a she?” “Well, yeah. Pretty sure. He was wearing busted up cheap men’s jeans after all…” “Je-- what?” Marlene and Jean Paul heard a loud metallic clanking sound. Samuels ran into the room. [color=39b54e]“Where is he?!”[/color] [color=ed1c24][b]“Who?”[/b][/color] [color=39b54e]“Marc Spector!”[/color] [color=ed1c24][b]“Calm down, he probably just went to the bathroom or something. He’s probably feeling messed up after what you did to him...”[/b][/color] Marlene answered bitterly. [color=39b54e]“What I di-- I didn’t do anything to him tha--”[/color] Samuels looked at the television. “--I don’t care what the police say. It was a goddamn werewolf. Sure as you’re standing in front of me!” [color=39b54e]“Shit. How many?”[/color] Samuels rubbed his forehead and grabbed the bridge of his nose. [color=0054a6][b]“How many what?”[/b][/color] [color=39b54e]“How many did they say died?”[/color] [color=ed1c24][b]“8. With another dozen wounded.”[/b][/color] [color=39b54e]“And they said 'innocents', right? Shit. Come on, we’re going for a drive.”[/color] Below the level of the house, a white hang glider flew out of the cliff face, seemingly through bare rock. As a figure dressed all in white caught the updrafts, before turning back around on a heading towards Lincoln Park. Its wings shaped like a crescent as it seemingly hung in the air on the turn. [center][h1][b]🌑 🌒 🌓 🌔 🌕 🌖 🌗 🌘 🌑[/b][/h1][/center]