Morgan listened with rapt attention as everyone introduced themselves and as Cian explained things. He had a small napkin in front of him with a pen in his right hand. Jotting down little notes for himself and the occasional scribble as it helped him to focus.

When the dark-haired man began to talk about how long it had been since the Graces had vanished, Morgan immediately almost spoke aloud that it had indeed only been a week, but as he shifted in his seat the quiet rattle of the pill bottle stole his attention away from the conversation at hand.

[i]A week?[/i]

No. No that wasn't possible. He has not taken any of his pills in at least three weeks. So why did his mind immediately want to shout out it had only been a week? As the gears in Morgan's mind spun, the lights in the ceiling began to flicker out their message. Something that easily flew over Morgan's head as he knew nothing about Morse code. He did note that it seemed to have a pattern to it but before he could ask just what was going on.

Everything and everyone vanished.

His blue eyes nearly bulged out of head when he noticed his dead mother and father standing before him. Slowly he reached forward, his hand grasping for his smiling mother when she vanished. As quickly as she had appeared. Morgan's lip quivered as his eyes darted towards his father and witnessed the smiling strong man that Morgan knew in his childhood slowly began to deterotiate into what he was now. Clutching that damned brown bottle like it was his only life line.

Morgan could see his fathers disdain in his eyes as slowly the man before him began to transform. His body morphing and shrinking into a larger then life persona of a football player wearing green jersey marked 25. 

As the player barreled towards him like a train. Morgan could feel his spine. It was like It had caught on fire and his legs were becoming jelly but before the player crashed into him, he felt himself jolted.

Brought back to reality by a fleeing Carl who had bumped the table. Morgan glanced around. Many in the room still seemed out of it while Cian himself seemed bewildered by what he was looking at on the white board. Morgan recalled a story he had read about a demon that chose to attack those who grouped up against them. Trying to break them apart before they could be a threat. His eyes glanced towards the open door where Carl had left. 

They had not even formed yet. If they fell apart now it would be over before it began. Ignoring the hectic writing Morgan gritted his teeth. Side effects huh? Would powers be a better word for it? Gripping his left hand so tightly he could feel his nails digging into his skin drawing blood.

Pain.

This was a good ground. If Morgan could become glue, he would be the bond. What better way to fight the dark then with sunshine after all?  Outstreching his right hand he rised it into the air like someone grasping for the sun and focused as he felt the power that he had acquired from Grace began to travel to his open palm.

It started as a dim soft glow and as Morgan added more strength to it the light began to brighten. He could feel the darkness that still clung to the outskirts of his mind fleeing. The room began to be washed in light. It was a brightness that caused the dim fluorescent lights to bow their heads in shame.

He could feel it. That warm intoxicating bliss that ravaged his body, trying to overwhelm him.  He assumed the others could feel it in a much more muted sense as they all began to stir but seemed eased in comparison to how they had been seconds before.

As the last person came out of the nightmare the red haired man closed his palm making the light dissipate as a silent sob escaped his lips as his head bowed towards the table, his mane of hair blocking his face. Tears ran down his face. His  blue eyes could only barely be seen as he watched Cian talk.

[color=527D9A]“We [i]aren’t[/i] alone,”[/color] Cian said. [color=527D9A]“That’s for goddamn sure.”[/color] He glanced back at the others. [color=527D9A]“’Cause there’s us. We got each other. And we’re watching now too.”[/color]

He uncapped the pen and wrote on the board again.

[i]THE NEIGHBORHOOD WATCH[/i]


[color=527D9A]“We’ve got to get to the bottom of this. ‘Cause now I feel like it’s personal, and I’ll be damned if I’m gonna sit here be mocked. We’re the Watch. We’ll figure out what’s behind all of this, if y’all will join me.”[/color] exclaimed Cian resolutely.

Morgan's voice rang out first in the stillness full of determination.

[color=03ddfb]“I will be your light in the dark.”[/color]