[ferretchucker]

Driving across town. Jack burrows was leaking with sweat. He would be dragging himself back into this all, he knew it. He had just learnt to control his curse, now it would be coming back. The fear, the anger. The hate. Overhead the sun was begining to sink. They would strike again. He couldn't ignore it. If the Clan were returning, he had to stop them. Bark, Chantal and Skimmy couldn't do it alone. He was just arriving. As he looked up at the warehouse, the screams from last time he had been with these people returned to his head. He looked to his side. His gun was still there. when he looked up, he just caught the glimpse of a silver car pull out infront before he collided with it. He slammed his head on the wheel. He looked up to see the damage, but what see saw horrifed him more than 1000 dead bodies. The twins were back. They couldn't be! He had killed them. Back with the bomb! He had killed them! But here they were, smiling sinisterly, guns raised. Ready to shoot.