Grief

[Desman Black]

“WooOOOAAAHhhh…”
As Desman appeared in the grayscale room, vines littered and entangle about the place, Desman felt off. He didn’t remember being here, yet it felt like he knew it.

His hand naturally drew to the vines, caressing it as he walked around the room, seeing clearly the small gaps he could crawl through… A pressense drawing him closer until a vibrate orange flower caught his eye.

The more Desman leant down, the more he felt the attraction. Soon, he had picked up the flower.

“Arrggghhh!!!” He mind filled with thoughts, memories he didn’t remember having. The cybermen, the sea bodies across tier 6, the fighting. *puff* *puff* *’I have to contact Jak.’

Running out of the werehouse, his head pounding beyond comprehension, the man lifted a phone out of his pocket, he doesn’t know how it got there, but he couldn’t care less. “Phone! Call Jak!”

“I’m sorry. The person you have tried to contact is not available right now, please leave a message after the beep. *beep*”

“Jak! It's me, Desman! I need any info you have on the whereabouts of Morene, Dante, or Zedd. NOW!”

[Storyteller]

Desman stared at the phone.

In the distance, he heard a sound.

A warbling sound.

Sirens.

For him?

Or was he just being paranoid?

[Desman Black]

Desman looked at his phone before quickly putting it away. He had no time for Jak's questioning at the moment, he needed to find those people, something compelled him to, like he was missing something and they had it, the answers.

But where should he start looking...it’s not like they would still be here… maybe he could…

That was when his thoughts were interrupted by something rustling in the wind, the culprit flying by onto his face.

Taking the poster off his face, he read it, an interest growing inside him. ‘Dante’s Abyss’ wasn’t that where he met Ash? The other guys were competing to. That’s it, where to start looking, for everyone, including Ash.

And with that he raced off to where the poster said he could sign up.