<span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: comic sans ms;">   People in the crowd watched with baited breath as the show continued to its climax, each one hoping for the happy ending. The peanut gallery was full of the rich and famous, all of them dressed to impress the others. The actors on stage preformed with enthusiasm, behaving as though it was their last moments in the spotlight. Seconds turned to minutes as the play continued, the music poured from the symphony box, relaying the plot line and making hearts beat in time to the rhythm. <br/>One bullet, shot from a silent weapon, flew towards the stage, intent on harming anyone in its path. A scream rang out as the hot lead pierced the skin of a body, blood spilling out of the puncture it left in its wake. Both actor and patron, having forgotten the show, scurried, like mice, towards any exit available, hoping to make it to the outside. <br/>    Canine eyes watched in amusement as those in power stampeded over one another to saves themselves. This was why such extermination was needed, it was human nature to save one's self over helping the weaker species. This was why it was needed. <br/>A loud explosion shattered whatever peace of mind any of the people trapped in the building might have had, orange flames engulfed the large room, and all its occupants, rendering them unable to be saved.<br/><br/>Before the chaos had erupted in the main theatre, Althea Chester had scanned the audience for the one person she knew would be among them. He was regal, if that word could give him any kind of justice, and yet seemed to have an almost rogue like quality to him. He had come to every show since the company had announced their visit. She didn't know who he was, just that he came to every showing and watched her through the whole play. Each time her feet touched the stage, his eyes found her and never left, his lips lifting into a fond grin as he tracked her across the realm in which she played . The crowd might not have known the effect he had her, but when he gazed upon her, leaving trails of flames on her skin, she found it nearly impossible to concentrate on her role in the performances. <br/>    She had just spoken the soft words of comfort for her mistress on stage when the shot rang out, deafening her tender ears, and ending the life of the male lead. In the bedlam, Althea was rushed off the platform by the stagehands, along with the others. <br/>    "Come, Miss Chester, we must get you to the back." One of them told her urgently, all but dragging her with him. Her instinct told her to find the danger and take care of it violently. Stopping in her tracks, she yanked her arm out of reach and turned, only to be stopped by the thunderous roar of an explosion. The sound shook the very foundation of the theatre, causing the planks over her head to shake and loose whatever support they had originally had. <br/>Her scream overwhelmed the sound of the flames.  </span></span><br/>