Blacker than tar. Sometimes his sleep held no secrets or escapes. It was just a void. A place where he could pretend the world had stopped turning and everything had become less than dust. But it didn't last long. Distant hollow echoes began to fill his head, faint at first but quickly growing into a cacophony of whispers, sobbing pleas, agonized screams. He wanted to cover his ears, but there were no hands to move and no ears to cover. He didn't exist here like he did on Earth. He could endure their suffering. He needed rest and nothing they could say or do would change their fates.<br/><br/>So he waited.<br/><br/>The voices rose up in defiance, howling and deafening. They shouted at him, no longer pleading or plotting but petty and threatening. They would tear him apart if they could, but he didn't exist here like he did on Earth. They didn't exist at all. He could endure their suffering.<br/><br/>The sound became a sickening chorus. Trying to ruin his mind with their hateful alliance. What pity he had for them had turned to mutual hatred as they worked to spread their misery. They were not going to trick him. He held on, just a little longer.<br/><br/>A screech pierced his eardrums. The bus jolted to a halt, just as he jolted awake. His heart beat against his chest and his vision became grotesquely lucid as he looked about. His nose burned and his mouth tasted awful. His body itched like insects were crawling under his clothes, but he restrained himself from scratching. He stood up, throwing his bag over his shoulder as he made his way to the front of the bus.<br/><br/>For the first time, Flynn managed to look around at the people around him. It was like a nightmare circus. A grey-leathery skinned bat creature sauntered off the bus with a demented look in its beady black eyes as it checked over the security agents that ushered it away. A gaunt black-suited figure wearing a gas mask was moved next. With his worn red buffalo-cheque button up, oversized dirty brown t-shirt, and black jeans, he looked like some plain college hipster compared to these guys. The scratch on his forehead and the limp might as well have been from a skateboard wipeout.<br/><br/>He ducked as he made his way off the bus. A large force of armed soldiers stood on either side, creating a corridor to walk through. Tall walls directed them towards a massive building that looked like a ... school? What was this, compulsory reform academy?<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">Kids all around pissing themselves trying to get into college and a buncha garbage goes for free.</span>He chuckled to himself.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">America.</span><br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold">"Dude are you albino?"</span>a voice a few feet ahead of him broke him from his thoughts as it jabbed at a... thing just in front of him. The guy looked so pleased with his half-joke, but it just sounded like some kid asking dumb questions. The creature didn't respond. Maybe it couldn't speak? Maybe it didn't really care what the guy had to say. Flynn was maybe an inch or so taller than the winged creature but he could tell the guy infront of both of them was both smaller and less unstable.<br/><br/>"Dude!" Flynn copied, leaning over to look the guy in the face.<br/><br/>"You don't know who this is? You know this guy is notorious, right?" he spoke conspiratorily.<br/><br/>The guy furrowed his brow in confusion as he looked the winged-'dude' over once more "y-yeah, looks kinda familiar... What he do?" the guy looked worried, shifting his gaze between the two of them uneasily.<br/><br/>"Call him the 'Angel of judgement'," he started "He gets into your head, learns about your sins and decides what to do with you,"<br/><br/>The boy looked angry all of a sudden but before he had time to speak Flynn gripped his head and bent over grunting in pain.<br/><br/>"He's trying to. stop me." he grunted noisily "Damien Morello! Killed his sister, thinks there's a monster in his head... he's just a weak-minded-  AGH! burn in hell with his father."<br/><br/>The boy let out a rage-filled yell before lunging at the two of them. Several coils stuck right in his neck and back and his body spasmed as electricity coursed through him. He slumped to the ground with a heavy thud and his body was dragged off.<br/><br/>Flynn straightened up and scooped up the boy's bag as the line was moved forward as if nothing had happened "nice job, 'dude'"