The door slowly opens and a man in an orange suit drags his feet. Both his wrist and ankles are chained, but this old man seemed to make a dark chuckle sound. He shuffles his way down a florescent lit hallway. Finally stopping at a Guard, the old man waits as the guard opens the door. After opening the door, the guard unlocks the old man's chains.

Once the chains were off, the old man steps into a cell. A small 3x5' cell with a bed, sink, and toilet. The old man scans the room and stops his gaze at a letter sitting on the bed. He tilts his head and then sits down next to it. The guard calls on the radio as he locks the door back in place.

He examines the letter. Nothing is written on the envelope. There is a little item inside sliding around inside the envelope. He rips one side and alouds the a card to fall into his hand. As he examines the card, he lets out a joyful evil laugh.

The guard turns around. He views through the window and asks, "What is so funny? You maniac."

"Oh nothing, just planning on having a visitor soon," chuckling as he brushes back his green hair.

The guard rolls his eyes. Turning back around as he views the empty hallway. Things are quiet except for the evil chuckles coming from the old mad man.

Across the street from the precinct a dark figure in a alleyway appears. It turns and says, " Is everything ready?"

Another figure appears replying, "Yes boss, we are good to go."

The figure begins to kneel, as a small black dog arrives at it's feet. The figure passes a dark cylinder to the dog. As the figure raises, he points toward the precinct. The little black dog scurries across the street to the precinct door. The door opens as an officer exits. The officer doesn't notice the dog, and he waddles inside.

Once inside the precinct, the dog moves quickly and remains out of sight. He makes his way to the front desk. Slipping through the bars of a wooden fence, and managing the black cylinder the whole way. He comes to a clearing where he can see the steps leading to the lower area. Sitting down in the middle of the floor. Waiting patiently as he holds the black cylinder in his jaws.

An officer finishes typing his report. He grabs the rest of the files with a folder. Raising from his desk, he sees another desk with donuts and drinks on it. Scooping up a water bottle on his route to the copier. He stop suddenly to find a strange looking dog sitting in the floor. A black Yorkie wearing a blue shirt along with a strand of hair dyed blue on top. The dog was sitting perfectly holding a toy the officer figured. "Hey Manning, what's with this dog?"

Suddenly the dog gave an evil glare and tosses the cylinder into the air. Making a mad dash for the stairs and disappearing before the black cylinder started to fall. Then into a second of descending, the cylinder explodes as it stuns everyone in the room. This stun grenade sets off the sprinkler system. Though apon contact with the skin, people began to feel a burning sensation. The water had been replaced with acid. Everybody in range of the ceiling extinguishers dropped on the floor crying in horrible pain. As the front door opened and a group of men walked in all dressed in black tactical gear.

"No survivors," ordered the leader. Three men moved and cocked their automatic weapons. Walking up to every screaming person and shooting them in the head. Scanning for anyone and shooting them as well. Those who didn't get struck with acid were blinded and disoriented. Each one was shot in the head, and the room grew quiet.

The leader makes his way down the stairs. He takes off his head scarf. Dark blue hair falls down to his shoulders. He stops at the bottom and chuckles as he pets the dog. The dog enjoys the rub and immediately runs back upstairs. The other three come down the stairs. Passing the leader and executing guards in accurate fashion.

The door down the hallway opens, the guard looks but sees nothing. The guard walks down the hall, stopping at the door to examine. In a moment, a man in a black tackle suit, dark blue hair, and black makeup shows up right in front of the guard. He reaches into his hair and pulls out a long black spike with his right hand. Circling his arm, he stabs the guard in the left side of his neck. Then circling again and stabs the opposite side of the neck. The guard stands in a stunned and silent position. The blue haired man pulls the spike out of the guard's neck. It sends blood to design the wall as the guard drops effortlessly. The blue haired man walks down the hallway like a demon descending into hell.

He stops at the window and looks inside. Seeing the old man with green hair sitting their admiring the wall. He knocks and says, "Hey old man, the fruit look doesn't suit you."

He breaks the glass of the window, and tosses a bag inside. The old man begins to open the bag. A brand new purple custome suit was inside. "It's been a long time, though I remember this scene differently. You being on the outside and me being in the cell," ridicules the blue haired man.

The three men showed up at the end of the hall. The blue haired man opens the door, and the old man steps out the cell like he won a fashion show. "You men take the old man to the hideout," he commands, and then turns to the old man, "I'll see you soon BJ, but I've got a dinner date with your opposite."

They both looked at each other as if to have a staring contest. Neither one moved for a minute, and the both gave the craziest laugh. Like that sudden second cued them to enjoy themselves on the spot. The old man walks off, and disappears with the three men into the darkness. As the blue haired man walks into the cell and sits on the bed. He flips his hair behind his head. Finally exposing is face. A light skinned black man with black lipstick, and black makeup over his eyes. His eyes gave you the feeling of pain, suffering, and terrible. As his lips gave you a sweet majestic sight emitting seduction, love, and flawlessness. An average sized medium built man just waiting for his guest.