"Never directly, but I know a lot about them," Dr. Kelman replied, thinking back to his research.

"My parents were part of an satanic group called "The Sons of Belial", the symbol of my notebook is the symbol that represented the group back in the days... I don´t know if they still use it or if the group even exist anymore, but they cursed my parents, they have some sort of pact with belial and they broke it, turning then into wrathful demons. It was an unexpected event for me. They both got killed by the GOC."

Mestiar took a pause.

"The thing is, im "curse" too, my parents made a deal with belial the day of my birth, it will give me the habilitie to stop time for a short period but with fast movement, something like that movie called "jumper" and to see visions from the future, this one works randomly by the way. The price of it... Get your sould bounded to Belial and speak no word about the deal with any insignificant mortal, or i will have to pay the consecuenses... *smiles* It´s a strange game."

"Well, this curse doesn't sound all bad," Dr. Kelman replied. "Besides, you got superpowers out of it. I just hope I don't count as 'insigninficant.'"

What did "insignificant" mean in terms of a curse anyway? What did it mean to be considered "significant?" Dr. Kelman thought about this for a while. Did it mean having an advanced knowledge of paranormal beings and events? He figured this couldn't be right. Dr. Strange was cautious about keeping his secret around people who contain and study objects and beings that shouldn't exist in this world, so it must have meant more than that. He guessed it might have had something to do with a future event, something Dr. Strange must have seen. He just hoped Dr. Strange's instincts were right.

"Anyway, we should probably get back to the radio room," he said after a few moments. "The helicopter might be here soon."

"You can go if you want, i have my ways to go back to the facility... But one more thing before you go..."

Mestiar rise from the chair, getting closer to Kelman and getting something out of his inner pocket of his jacket.
It was a well preserved ebony black crystal.

"My curse also makes me psychologicaly unstable, sometimes i feel that my body is burning with other things... But this thing helps me to control myself, to see and exit the darkness of the curse, leaving just the profits of it... This is The Holder of Shadow, and the foundation is working to get the other holders."

"If you want to leave now... You can do it, and if they ask, we were talking about ghost stories and stuff" Mestiar said, taking again his seat, he took his notebook again, writing of the unknown, the symbol started to glow.

"Well, it wouldn't be a lie. We were talking about ghost stories to begin with. It just wouldn't be the whole truth," Dr kelman said with a smile. He was just about to turn towards the door when he noticed the notebook. "Hey, is your book supposed to do that?"

"I could explain to you the meaning of this book, but since you want to take the helicopter it would have to be in another ocassion. And about the glow... Maybe something interesting will happen today."

"Ok, then. I'll see you later," said Dr. Kelman before leaving the room. As he walked down the halls, the words echoed in his head. Maybe something interesting will happen today. With Dr. Strange's version of "interesting," it had just as much of a chance of being bad as it did good. Despite this thought, he figured there wouldn't be anything to worry about for a while. He got back to the radio room and opened the door. "When will the helicopter get here?" he asked after sitting down.

Slade saw his family in the room, they began to scream, twitch, and melt. Their flesh fell apart and piled up on the floor. Anna grabbed his arm.

"CPT. Grevik, are you alright?"

He snapped out of it for a second. He looked to her.

"Get everyone in this room, out now. Take the gun out of my pocket, and keep it with you."

"I already have one."

"It's not for you." He replied.

She understood. She turned to the staff, showed her badge, and spoke

"You need to leave this room immediately."

One of the doctors replied.

"But, He's Our-"

"NOW!" Slade yelled.

Everyone left the room, leaving him Anna, Gale, and the man.

Slade walked to a cabinet. Grabbed sterilizing alcohol and took a swig. He gagged and nearly vomited, it kept it down. The man continued to speak.

"You must feel so useless. Coming in just to see them die. You failed them, and they hate you for it.

"FUCK OFF!"

He drank again. This time nearly the whole bottle, hoping that it wouldn't kill him. He felt nearly unconscious.

Anna began to see her father. His stomach was torn open and his insides hung out. His heart was still beating.

"Dad?"

Slade noticed her being affected. Though it took him a moment to figure it out.

"Anna .... le-leave now."

"Bu-"

"Tr-trust me."

"Okay Grevik."

She turned, and left to go inform Delta-7 of the situation.

Slade walked towards Gale. The man was hardly noticeable at this point, but Slade felt as if he was going to die. He picked him up, and dropped him. Then dragged him out of the room. When he made it out of the room he collapsed. However Delta-7 was waiting for them.

"Take us to- to the Facility."

He blacked out.

Out. Finally out, and the man had dissapeared. Gale could care less where he had gone. He was picked by Slade, then very nearly dropped. Luckily, the MTF in the room helped him. Slade fell unconsious, the alcohol was smart, in a very strange way. It had blocked his emotions. Why hadn't he thought of that? He was transported out of the hospital and he heard many yells. The facility was secure and all that ws left was rest. That and Heathen and Maynard. Later, rest came first.

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A massive transport helicopter flew through the darkening night. In it were several doctors, one being Doctor Finlay. She'd been moved from a neaby site, number 37 to be exact. She was interested in this facility. It was then that the heli landed. She looked, the facility was small. She questioned the pilot on this.

"Just a temporary facility, there's some other doctors and scientists that need picking up"

Finlay rose an eyebrow at this, but didn't bother to question. The pilot began to relay a message on the radio, "All foundation personell, please exit for drop-off at the facility"