"Why did you help me?" I ask the cop.

"My mother was one of the people in the park that night. I was her ride home. Half an hour after she was supposed to call me, I got worried and went to the park. There were two fiery trails and molten bodies everywhere. I couldn't tell which one was her until I found a molten corpse with the watch I got her for her birthday next to it."

"Oh, my God, I'm so sorry," I say. "This was my fault. I made him that way. He's like that because I made us get struck by lightning. It's my fault. He came after me. He's lost every aspect of the person he was."

"You? Why di-- oh, my god. I helped you! I fought for you! I broke you out of prison!" she exclaims.

"Wait, stop. I... I didn't mean for it to turn out like this, I swear. Please, I'm sorry-- " I apologize.

"'Sorry' won't bring my mother back," she stated.

I sigh. This probably won't end with us being friends.

"But it will start an alliance. Jesse Roberts." She reaches out to shake my hand. I take back what I thought just now. I shake her hand.

"I would introduce myself, but you already know my name," I say. She grins.

"Now, let's find Mr. Robinson. I swear to God, by the end of June, the Robinson family line will end." We grin at each other. Suddenly, David bursts through my window , grabs Jesse, then bolts out of my house.

"Jesse!" I call out. I chase after him, lightning trailing behind both of us. He's running while gripping Jesse by the wrist. I run harder, faster, stronger than ever. I'm catching up to him, closer and closer. He stops all of a sudden and grips me by the throat, raising me above his head. He's still holding Jesse in the other hand.

"Like my new armor, Keith?" he asks. I look down to see that he has on gauntlets, shoulder pads, thigh armor, and boots all made out of a hard, shiny, yellow substance.

"Pure gold," David clarifies.

"David, please don't-- " I sputter.

"MY NAME IS NOT DAVID!!!" he screamed. "I am... the Reaper."

He threw me to the ground and took off with Jesse. I was left laying on the ground, coughing and squirming on the ground until I could breathe again. I got up slowly. I'm getting Jesse back. No matter what the cost.