[b]Luther[/b] [i]Sophob stalked me and Anna as we ran down the hallway. Suddenly, the lights shut off. “What’s happening?” Anna’s voice was quivering in fear. I wanted to hold her right and tell her everything was gonna be okay, that we would get out of this. But the bodies the seemed to fly past us as we ran told a different story. I gripped her hand tighter and kept running. “I don’t know, but we’re getting a vial of Z13 and getting out of here.” My voice was almost as shaky as hers. I composed myself and turned the corner, practically dragging Anna with me as she barely kept up. “The lab!” Her voice picked up a little more joy and excitement. I was determined to get her out. I realized I no longer heard the footsteps behind us and stopped in my tracks. I slowly tuned around, and reluctantly Anna did the same. Sophob stood down the hallway, only a few feet away from us. He wasn’t attacking though. I didn’t question it, and turned to run the other way when I stopped cold. He stood right in front of me as well. I backed away and held Anna’s hand tight. “What do you want?” I did my best to keep my voice calm through my fear. Sophob chuckled a deep, disturbing laugh that sent chills down my spine. “Hehehehehe...how about I explain myself first,” he began pacing in front of us as he said this, taunting us. His hand reached for his face as he did so, tearing off skin like it was clothes from his body. He tore and tore, until before us stood a much older man. Or so he looked. His red hair flowed into a thick beard, and age had obviously taken the youth from his face that he once had. A scar ran across his face, revealing a translucent eye. His eyes glowed a fierce gold, it looked as if they had seen so much pain...and enjoyed every last bit of it. He finally finished, and a beautiful sword appeared in his hand as he held it to us. “My name is Phobos, god of fear. And I’m going to need your life force if I’m to finish my little project. You’re strong, smart, and competent. Perfect for my soon to be creature.” He raised his sword to strike me down, and I held up my hands to brace for the attack. Suddenly, the door next to us was busted down and blown into Phobos, knocking him against the wall. His projection disappeared, giving us time to escape. We stood for a moment looking into the smoking room, and out of it stepped Mr. Stark. He held his hand coated in armor, and the whole thing glowed a beautiful orange. “Anna, Luther. Let’s get the hell outta here, please?”[/i]