To Stop the Terror, part 1 The First Sightngs

By Jesse Arvel Perkins

To Stop the Terror, part 1, The First Sightings, and part 2, The Gathering of Forces, is a action/ adventure, Sci-Fi, fantasy, urban legend set in an epic saga of a one family tree made of brothers and sister, cousins and grandfather, as they were given amazing unnatural gifts that they did not want or ask for. Then were given the responsibility and a life long battle against an unstoppable evil force, the greatest shape shifter the world has ever known, call by legends as "The Adder" who with the influence of his secret army he is able to reach every living soul on earth and with the Adder in control of every terrorist cell known to man, weather they know it or not. Alex Dollar by chance encounters an evil misfortune send him to this side of death only to wondering old prophet who gives the young man, God given gifts witch include am amazing suit that works as armor with increasable proprieties and side effects.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Jesse Arvel Perkins
• Release date: Apr 7, 2011
• ISBN: 9781452454306

Jesse Arvel Perkins

Jesse Arvel Perkins has traveled across the west and southern states growing up as a kid dreaming up stories, he started picking up classic adventure stories that led to a desire to write his own stories. He is an author of short stories, newspaper and magazine articles, and song lyrics. He studied Drama at Butte Jc Calif., and Journalism at Fresno State College before receiving a degree in electronics, moving on to Louisiana where he now lives in the little town of Benton with his wife, two kids, and a granddaughterTo Stop the Terror, part 1, the first sightings, and part 2 the gathering of forces, is a action/adventure, urban legend fantasy, set in an epic saga of a one family tree made up of brothers and sister, cousins and a grandfather,[ with the aid of devoted friends and spies. When unseen events altered their lives forever, given them great and weir powers, they are set against the deadliest shaper shifter the world has ever know, and his own hired and devoted secret army, as they plan a surety attack somewhere in Louisiana, while the Adder has set in his mind to kill all members of this family, one by one or all at once.The Hunt Begins is an action adventure fantasy, the first sighting of the Cavalry Squad have been made, the gathering of force from the great shape shifter the Adder has invaded north Louisiana, but where is the attack going to take place and when, Major Crusader has begun the hunt to find the Adder's attacking forces and he aims to stop them no matter how he has to do it.With the help of the Cavalry Squad made up of a boy that turns into a bear, a girl that flies like a fairy that strikes blue light beams into her adversary minds to put them to sleep, to a ghost like man the transform into smoke, but shoots lightning bolts out of his hands only to kill his enemy and a rocket man that burns everything that he touches, and Major Crusader the common man who became an angel at someone else orders, with the power to shoot an invisible ray that can pass through anything and erupt like3 an earth quake or seize with a iron hand unseen, and the ability to heal if he is willing to go through the pain to do it. The Adder with his ability to steal DNA of anything and to become that thing or person’s 100%, and retain his own evil heart in the process, the evil Adder has set it in his mind to finish a contract he made with a evil general some time ago, but can Major Crusader stop him, check it out.

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"Readers Favorite "(VINE VOICE) 5.0 out of 5 stars Young adults will devour this series, August 16, 2010 It is a great action/adventure/Sci-Fi/fantasy. I felt the first few chapters explaining the attack on the restaurant were very descriptive. The First Sightings is book one in the To Stop The Terror series. The tale begins with an excited reporter attempting to explain to his editor the events of the night before. The reporter was sitting at a restaurant's bar going over his notes when a group of armed men came in terrorizing the people. You would think this would be the big story the junior reporter needed to make a name for himself but there is a bigger story quickly developing. Out of the sky came a man dressed in a superhero type costume. Soon he was joined by his team including humans and bears. They made quick work of the villains. The heroes agreed to grant the reporter (Jones) an interview.

The leader of the Calvary Squad was General Douglas Astound....there is a lot more to our story than just some super power rebels running around the country getting them in trouble. After the rules were laid down and agreed to the General began to tell the story. For some reason unknown to our understanding, we as a squad and a family tree have received gifts and abilities that we did not work for. Nor, were we taught these skills ... We can stop this terror that most people are unaware of that it even exists. Throughout the interview Jones caught a glimpse of many strange creatures each with incredible abilities.

The General went back to the beginning when Elizabeth was widowed and raped. She was already carrying her husband's child. The family curse was evident in the child when he was born. It seemed as he were filled with evil I won't share more of the plot because I don't want to ruin it for the readers.

To STOP The TERROR©

The First Sightings: Part 1, and part 2 The Gathering of Forces

written by

Jesse Arvel Perkins

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The First Sightings: Part One

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For My Son, Jacob, Because He Always Believes!

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Chapter 1

Ring, ring, went the sound of the phone blaring into his ears, (Its 2:00 a.m. Central Standard Time). Hello, who in the world is calling me this early in the morning?

Chief I said trying not to sound too excited on the

phone."

Yes, who is calling me?

You know me, Randy Jones.

The Chief Editor of features shook his head to clear his mind, then he said, Oh yes, Jones, I know who you are kid, he gave a small laugh. Ha, [he thought he had me going for a second or two.] Hey, did I or did I not send you on that assignment, he boasted? Of course you did, yes, that’s right boss. And, that is why I am calling you."

I could tell that Smith was listening to me impatiently by his nervous breathing on the other end of the phone line. He said to me then, Okay, make it quick, Jones. I am a busy man, and I need to get some sleep before I have to leave for the office. I then responded, Okay, boss I will, but you’re really going to like this! Smith said, Okay kid, but you had better make it good.

I said, Okay, first off, I am here down in Shreveport and Bossier City, Louisiana, I am investigating these mysterious murders that occurred down here in the past few months, sir. This is just what you, your self told me to do. Smith started to think over what he should say to me; his young reporter. Smith cleared his throat a moment, and paused, and then he said, Okay, kid, I know you’re young in age, but I have faith in you. Although you are young and are still new at the news game, you did some fine work on the stories you did up here, so, I gave you a break. When word came in about those murders going on down there, I let you venture out of the state, so you could see what you could dig up.

I told Smith, Thanks, Sir, You won’t be sorry that you gave me this chance, sir. Smith leaned back in his chair, and punched on the speakerphone. With the excitement of what I had discovered, I began to relate my story.

It all started about 11:30 p.m. last night. I was setting at the counter in Betty’s all- night pancake house; it was located near the center of the town. I was having some coffee. Even though the name implies there were pancakes sold there, you could order a number of amazing Louisiana dishes that would more than satisfy your breakfast dream wishes. Let me say sir, the building itself was shaped in a modern Dutch look, made out of stucco and wood trim. The trim was painted in a soft blue, with the rest of the building in a soft brown …

Hey, wait a minute kid Smith said, what does this have to do with the story? I understand you are concerned boss. But, the way the restaurant is configured is very important to what I am about to tell you. OK kid, I‘ll let you get on with your story, he answered. [I bet he was smiling to himself at the time.]

Now, where was I, Oh, yes? The important thing is the inside of the place was shaped in a huge H", of a fashion. [The front doors had etched glass windows that displayed a farmer with his mule team plowing his farm towards the setting of the sun in the background. As you entered the doors, to either side of you, the doors had the same farm scene on heavy glass, separating the two sections of the restaurant was the smoking and non-smoking sections.

The waiting area lined with two red leather benches up against the wooden and glass partitions, these partitions separating the main sections of the restaurant. The reserved podium and cashier counter placed next to the benches, with the reserved to the left and the cash register to the right.] There was no one there at the reservation stand this time of

night, but there was one person at the cash register counter. At the cash register counter, there stood a young woman, slim in frame, with coal black hair in the shape of a crescent silhouette. Her dark blue eyes and rosy cheeks were startling against her creamy smooth skin. Yes, she was striking at a glance.

The building was in a huge H’ shape with the front doors at the bottom of the huge H, with a barrier hiding the kitchen. As the customers came in, and passed the cashier, they would come to the cross section of the huge H", where they would be facing this barrier. From this point, the customer would turn left or right, depending on if he smoked. The left was the no smoking section and to the right was pancake and smoker’s heaven.

At the corner of the kitchen, there were gaps in the barrier, these gaps created a passageway into the kitchen and the office in the back. Deeper in the back of the restaurant and towards the south end of the building, were the restrooms, and the door to the outside of the restaurant stood on the way to the restrooms, to the left and the backend of the counter lead to the emergency exit door.

In each section of the restaurant line with booths that hug the walls with cream color seats of leather benches, with maple wood veneer tabletops, polished to a fine luster. Each table had four chairs tucked under the table edges, a combination of the nice wood grain and the creamy seat cushions. The counters and walls of the kitchen filled with the normal supplies, such as salt, and peppershakers and stainless steel napkin boxes.

As for me, I sat at the counter in the non-smoking section. Two other men sat at the counter beside me. With one man on each side of me, they both were ordering breakfast.

From the look in their eyes, it was easy to assume they were thinking something like, I’ve been up too many nights like this before. It could be something in their lives that keep troubling them to the wee hours of the night. It could be a deadline, or they could be worried about someone they love, how they might be getting along. Late night worries came to all of us sometimes.

The late hour of the night found about twenty people altogether throughout the building. At the time, I could not see all twenty people at once. Some were in the smoking section, some going in and out the kitchen, some in the restrooms, and then the people in the office in the back of the restaurant. Later I had the opportunity to count all of those in the building. Smith interrupted me as he asked, What made the people in the other parts of the building, comes over to your side of the restaurant?"

The men, boss, because of the men! Then Smith, without a clue as to what was going and what I was going to say next, asked me, The men? What men? That is when I had to smile to myself. The men – I am trying to tell you about the men, sir, I said. Smith, gritting his teeth, and exasperated, said, Okay, okay, go ahead with your report Jones.

I continued with my report, "I was having a late night cup of coffee at Betty’s place. I was going over my notes. I had written down the leads I had found to this story of the mysterious

murders, taken place down here in the past seven months. The police seem to have no answers to why these people were murdered; there was no real connection between them at this time. That is, except that more then half of them have no real reason for being knocked off. No money was taken, and no property stolen. Some folks murdered in their homes; others slain in very public places, with no trace of who was at work committing these murders. Those who were murdered were from all lifestyles, from police to fry cooks, from road workers to men in the Armed Forces. Each of them had been killed in a number of ways, with still no suspects with enough evidence to make an arrest."

Even this story has become a side story to what I have uncovered, and what I have witnessed for myself in the past hour. at about this point, the chief could not contain himself any longer. He exploded upon me, How in the world can there be a better story than a story about a bunch of mysterious murders taking place that might be linked together?! I knew what he met, and I understood his logic. I assured him with a much confidence in my voice as I could convey with my words. I said, These murders might be linked to what happened to my situation here tonight. Smith then eased himself back down into his easy chair by the bed. He closed his eyes, trying to cool off and said, Oh, go on Jones, What do you have?"

I went on; at that time of the night, sitting at the counter, drinking my coffee, it was quite dark outside the building except for the lights outside that was a part of the building setup. The street lamps were visible further out way beyond the building. The night itself was not in total darkness, you could see clouds gathering and separating out in the distance on this late December night. It was a calm and peaceful, winter night; At least that was what I thought."

I was thinking about these things and gazing out the window near the front of the sidewalk outside, when four huge black men wearing heavy overcoats started filing into the café like gangbusters. From the looks on there faces, there was serious intent on their minds. A thought of fear jolted me, and I realized we were in big trouble.

In the next moment, I found out that my gut feeling was telling me the truth. As soon as the first guy came into the café, he charged over to the cashier, he moved on her like a runaway train! He brought up his gun out from under his overcoat, leveling it between the eyes of the cashier. When the slender young woman saw his gun pointed at her eyes, the terror of the moment took a hold of her. The young woman, out of fear, fainted back into the wall behind her. The gunman would have none of it; he made his rush to her, reached out with his right hand, and in one motion, he had bent over the counter, [because he was tall enough to do this.] He grabbed the cashier by her midsection as she was fainting and falling away. He wrapped his arm around her waist with a violent force almost breaking her shoulder blades, while bringing her body up over the counter and over his right shoulder muscle.

The man passed the cashier‘s counter then turned to his right, leading to the smoking section. He entered the area; he saw the booths that hugged against the wall, He came to a nearby empty bench, with a thud; he threw the girl on the cushion. She remained silent, and passed out --- or worse. In the same moment that the gunman moved beyond the cash register, and turned to the north, there came another gunman. The second gunman was a tall, black man with roughness about his edges. He literally had several scars over his eyebrows and on the sides of his face long jagged scars across his cheeks. It looked like he might have been tortured at some time in the past.

This was the second person to enter the post. The spot just vacated by the first gunman, like the first gunman, he did not stay stationary, and he moved to the gap in the barrier on the north side corner, here he entered the kitchen area. Once inside the kitchen, he was on his way running towards the back of the kitchen, the office, the small lounge room, and the restrooms.

In the moment the second gunman moved towards the back of the kitchen, the first gunman took control of the smoking area. He began to wave his handgun about, pointing it, from one person to the next, intent on intimidating those folks in this area. His intentions were very effective as everyone was speechless to the point that some women in this section even started to cry. A third gunman went through the double glass doors. It was easy to see at once that this guy was the leader, as he began to bark out orders for the others to report back to him. As he yelled, report! He did not care if he drew attention to himself, as he spoke his harsh command, echoing a strong, violent power to his voice.

There came a voice of anger, but in respect to this man, Smoking is down, to indicate that the gunman in that area was in full control. Again, he cried out like a lion, facing head-on towards the kitchen. His roar was razor sharp with a killing edge to it. Report, Number Two! Without any hesitation, the words, Still shopping" from a little thinner voice than the first two, but just as deadly. The leader listened for number two’s answer. A fourth gunman passing through the front doors into the restaurant, the fourth gunman was of tremendous size. The size of this fellow took up the whole place in between the two waiting at the counters, and he even made the other huge men look like children in proportion to him. He stood, maybe close to four hundred pounds. He looked like his head rested on four huge springs know as his neck, while the rest of his body was even worse. He looked like a small mountain walking on a couple of tree trunks for legs.

The giant moved in place then turned to faced the double doors, he brought up a sawed off shotgun to a comfortable position folding his arms together. He was Eveready to bring the shotgun into action when needed. No one was getting past this person once he was in place. His friendly chunky face could not hide the murdering he had on his mind, the evil mirrored in his eyes. The leader of the gunmen moved on knowing the big man was on guard, while the second man was encountering those in the kitchen.

The leader moved into the south side of the kitchen, while the first gunman was taking action in the smoking area shouting, Move out onto the floor and do it quick! You, come here."

He was speaking directly to those setting at the tables and booth within his eyesight. Move towards me! he said with hate in his voice. He then turned his attention to the

man sitting at the counter, who was back behind him, and to his right. He stares at the man with hate burning in his eyes. He pointed his gun at the man then said get over here!" The man shot his hands up into the air, nearly jumped off the stoo1 and ran over to the gunman where he cowered low to show the gunman his submission, the man went to the gangster feet. Now there could be heard crying all over the building, from the women and some of the men. It was just one of those things; people are not prepared for this kind of violence against them. No one is supposed to have this happen to him or her anyway.

The second gunman had entered the kitchen, passing the barrier; he looked to the left where the cook should have been. However, the cook had other ideas; he thought that he might surprise the gunman and play the hero. The cook thought he might jump out from a hiding place, but he slipped on a huge stack of potato bags then stumble against a bushel of onions on the right, behind the rooming gunman. With a steel pot high in the air, with both hands the cook swung at the back of the gunman’s head. Out of the corner of his eyes, the gunman caught sight of the cook coming up from behind. In the flash of a second, the gunman moved back and to his left, side stepping the cook’s downward swing. The gunman with one of his own violent strike came down smashing the backbones of the cook’s neck with gun butt. The cook crumbles to the floor, his eyes rolling back into the man’s head. The pot fell through the air, loudly bouncing banging on the nearby freezer then crashing onto the floor, where it, swirled around. It took the pot some time to come to a final stop.

The gunman did not wait to watch to see what happened to the cook’s pot. He viciously grabbed the cook by the wrist jerked, and dragged him on the kitchen floor into the front of the restaurant, beyond the barrier. He deposited the comatose man onto the floor of the restaurant. The killer came to the big man guarding the front door.

Keep an eye on him, I have to get back to the back fast! he said. Without waiting for an answer from the big man, he turned to the kitchen and ran at top speed to the back of the building. In the meantime the cook lay bleeding from the wound he had received in the back of the neck. His face was lying against the floor and his body twisted up like a pretzel from the dragging he took.

The big man, for a moment turned his head to check to see if the cook was going to stir awake or move. The cook never moved, but remained very still. At that moment, the huge man just seemed to smile to himself as he turned back to keep his attention towards the front door. As far as he was concerned, the big man thought it was no sweat off his chunky nose.

With his men in place, one in the smoking section moving the folks like cows in the other side. Another one man working his way back through the kitchen, while the mountain of a man an unmovable force at the front door, with one more gunman just outside the back door, hiding near the huge blue trash can. The leader and all his men were spread out for whatever it was he had planned in mind. A robbery was what first came to my mind, maybe not. It occurred to me that there might not be lot of money at this time in the restaurant to make it worthwhile to rob, unless I was missing something. At that moment, the thought came to me that this might be turning out to be some type of hostage situation or prisoner exchange demands might be coming up. If that was to be, then we were in big trouble.

Suddenly there came a shout from the back of the kitchen, Got food, soap, and office supplies! I believe it meant that the man running to the back of the building had rounded up and captured the other cook, the dishwasher, and others in the office area.

Meanwhile, the leader moved deeper into my section. There were a few people sitting at the counter, as I said, I was one of them. There were folks sitting in the booths against the wall, while some sat in the middle area at the tables. [The waitress took the orders while, buss boy came behind clearing the tables.] As the buss boy was clearing one of the booths and the waitress was pouring coffee, when the leader of the gunmen came into our section. The fear could be seen sweep over their faces, they know they were about to get hurt.

The gunman moved from person to person with a smooth swinging motion of his weapon in front of each person, he would smile with a wide-tooth grin and say in a very serious tone, Move now! The first people he came to were a young couple. The young man still had on his black tux and the young lady looked lovely in her jasper green evening dress. The two had gone to a party earlier in the evening, but now they were partied out. They were now trying to have some quiet time alone, this was not it.

The gunman walked slowly through the area; He approached a couple seated closest to the front window. Their table was close to the end of the glass and wood partition, which extended out from the vestibule creating this section. The gunman moved up close to them as he growled, Get up and move closer to me, so I can watch you! He then turned towards a couple in a booth next to the south wall, You there! Get up and move to the same table as those from the front are now sitting. An older couple was sitting where he had pointed. They had a look as if they have been traveling a long road. Their clothes were clean but wrinkled from the wares of the long trip. The old man’s hair shaken up a little and his eyes were a little blood shot at the corners.

They began to respond to the gunman’s demands at a slower pace than the others, as they clung to each other, arm in arm. Their slow response and actions, were not fast enough, the gunman shoved the old man in the back with the armed man’s forearm, pushing the old man to stumble and fall to the floor. The old man barely caught himself from falling on his face. As he grabbed the table’s edge the older fellow slammed his chin into the back of a chair. He hit the chair; it caused his head to snap back, and to bite down on his tongue, cutting his tongue and lip. The old man’s mouth at once was full of blood. His wife, was pushed along with him when he stumbled, she was not fast enough, nor strong enough to stop he fall. She could only help her man up from the floor. The gunman just stepped back as the old woman labored to help her life-long friend. She grabbed him from behind and tried to support his elbows and back so he could climb up into the chair. All the old man could do was to hold his mouth in the palm of his hands. He winced and closed his eyes as he tried hard to hold back his tears of pain from his eyes, as he groaned deeply to himself. His wife grabbed the stainless steel box of napkins to help her husband, and to stop bleeding from his mouth. She reached around his head with a hug with her left hand, while she moped up his bleeding mouth tenderly only as a loving wife could.

The gunman looked over his group, and then he told the waitress and the buss boy to set down at the table next to the old couple. Straight away, the two moved to the table, fearing the worst.

The gunman then turned to the counter; suddenly my heart skipped a beat, he came close to the counter. I was frozen. I could hardly breathe. I could feel heat shooting up the side of my face. I cold feel the sweat starting to drip off my face, and my skin began to feel like it was crawling. The gunman faced the small bald-headed Pakistani man setting in front and to the right of me at the counter. All my painful thoughts turned to relief as the gunman moved a step away from me and towards the small man next to me. I started to breathe again a little. The man was small and thin; He looked to be of a Pakistani national, Other than his nationality, there was nothing special about the man that would draw your attention to him beyond your average Joe on the street. He looked a little shy or maybe it was the fear on his face, or what could be a sign of great intelligences. One thing for sure, all the time I was drinking my coffee, and going over my notes, and sitting next to this small man, he waited for his breakfast to come, he did not say a word. Only once, I thought I saw him talking to himself.

I did not think he was crazy, Only, I thought he might have some trouble on his mind that he had to get through it. I never thought he might actually be talking to someone, because, there was no cell phone in his hands.

The small man looked to be about 5 ft. 5 inches, maybe weighing in a total of 110 pounds. He had a kind of a crest to his balding head, and a slightly covered down nose, with narrow eyes that seem to sprinkle from the kindness and keen mind behind them. [I could be wrong and he could have something to hide.] The small man was dressed in a brown gabardine suit that was a little too long at the sleeves and pant legs. The whole time he ate his pancakes, he held tight to a brown, hardbound leather briefcase at his side.

When the small man saw the tall black leader of the gunmen step close to him, fear rose in his face, but only for a brief second and then his composure returned to him, it looked like confidence surface on his face. Even a tiny corner of his mouth turned up slightly to become a smile. I thought right then, what a crazy guy, doesn’t he think he is going to get something started that he could not possibly stop. I could see that there was no escape for the little man. There was no rescue on the way for him, just the end of the little man’s life. I thought I could be next, as I was the one setting next to him. The gunman looked the little man over, never touching him, but instead he brought up his big automatic and pointed his gun into the face of the smaller man no more that five inches from the little man’s eyes. The leader seem to be taking a great deal of pleasure leaning forward, his own face so close to the little man’s face, smiling a growl at the little man. This time the little man was shaken visibly now. The little man in a rush of anger held up the case very close to his chest, as tight as he could with all his might.

I knew for sure then that something bad was going to happen when the Pakistani man refused to give up the case. It was self evident that the gunman wanted what the little man was clutching. In the next heartbeat, the gunman did indeed pull the trigger of his automatic. [In the time it took the gunman to pull the trigger, unforeseen phenomena had taken place.] In a fraction of a second of the time it took for the trigger to be pulled, something caught the gunman’s eye, just enough to cause him to flinch a split second before pulling the trigger all the way back.

The gunman caught sight of someone or something dropping out of the night sky, landing just outside the front window. [From there on, everything seemed to go into hyper drive.] Everything went so fast it was almost as if everyone on the inside of the building was moving in slow motion. What really happened was this; [a man in a royal blue bodysuit with sunflower yellow had jumped out of the night sky.] I know that sounds crazy, but it is true. I could not believe it ether. Nevertheless, there he was, outside the window on the sidewalk.

The man in the blue came down to land, bent into a very low crouch. A way his body could absorb some of the impact his body made as he feet landed onto the ground. He at once rose up slightly, and moved into a slightly bent stance, a karate-fighting stance. He then stood upright in a relaxed position, with his hands coming up into position as to defend himself from any would-be attackers. He placed his feet apart, with one foot moving forward and one foot was back behind his hips. During this time, his feet stayed balanced on the balls of his feet.

In an instant, I saw this man in the blue suit. I saw little at the time; however Later, I learned more about what I saw in that instant. This blue suit or costume was a remarkable sight in itself. It was made of a material unknown to me, but it looked like it might be of something I had seen or touched before, it had the look of soft silk, but moved as his muscles moved like spandex in all the right places.

[On his chest was this huge set of angle like wings of sunflower yellow outlined in color of orange poppy flowers. at the edge of his rock hard chest muscles, coming to an inward point at the top of each of his chest muscles. From his chest muscles, it tapered in and down to the point of the inside of his chest bone, and then came straight across connecting together. In between the gap of the two wings, a small-embroidered red eagle in a side view- an attacking position.] At the bottom of his chest muscles, and directly under his inside chest bone was a triangle of yellow. The orange ribbon outlined it with the upper part of the line edging across his chest muscles. He wore a mask of royal blue designed with a cut to cover his nose and cheeks, across the center of his mouth and back towards the bottom of his ears, and just past the back of his head, with yellow dashes just above his nostrils holes. His eyes covered in a yellow film shaped like feathers, with the end pointing outward. The man in blue had yellow gloves, with three blue stripes that went down from the in-between notches of his knuckles traveled down the back of his hand and arm to point where the gloves ended. A bright yellow V, inside of his ribs tapered to a point at the middle of his crotch. The V cut across his chest, under his ribs, and back behind his back where there was another deep bright yellow V cut in the same fashion, down the center of his back. He wore boots of bright sunflower yellow with the same V shape at the knees, cut out in the front and back, with a fiery orange red belt circling his body at the waist.]

The man in blue had thick wavy dark brown hair. His forehead was of a white man’s skin showing over the edge at the top of his mask. His lips chin and jaw showed below the cover of his mask. The stranger stood close to six feet tall, and looked as if he weighed close to 200 pounds. When he made his landing, the trigger was pulled; the man in blue moved faster in action than the gunman. With his empty hands pointing towards the gunman inside the restaurant, as if he had a gun of his own, he too, pulled an invisible trigger.

Then something happened, which was even more amazing than anything that had happened before. What seems like an invisible heat wave the size of the man’s hand shot off his gloved hand, creating a sound of a rushing wind, at lighting speed! The invisible force raced cutting through the night air, visibly parting the air away. The powerful energy force instantly made contact with the front window. As the powerful force field made contact with the window, the window did not break. Instead, the heat wave passing through the window the force field for one instant became one with the window, as it passed through the restaurant, leaving the window intact.

In the instant the bullet had passed out of the chamber of the gun, the force field made its impact with the rushing bullet. The force field also made contact with the gun and the gunman, instantly freezing all three into a suspended animation where none of the three could move.

At the very moment, the force field passed through the window, out the front doors, another amazing occurrence took place! A whirling twisting gust of black smoke began to filter itself through the gap of the closed front door. The black smoke intensify grow vigorously on the inside of the doors. The smoke fills the vestibule and rose higher and higher into the air of the café, the smoke covered the doors from one corner to the other. It was as if the vestibule was on fire, the smoke was there, but there was no fire. It began to transform into shapes and forms, then out of the smoke there appeared two balls of fire, blazing white-blue flames. The smoke continues moved as if it was alive, blanketing up and down until the smoke smooth out the shape, stretched out tall, and thin a man appeared. He was cloaked in a dark purple, the truth the smoke itself had became a man.

[Now if you had time to stare at this being, you would have seen the man wore this long and beautiful purple cloak made out of some heavy type of silk that gathered and looped at the bottom, traveling up the cloak to the shoulders, it seemed to lie across his shoulders and down to his collarbone, where the line of it went across and under his chin. Under the edge of his cloak on his chest was a teal blue figure outline in the shape of what might look like a ghost with the arms stretched out with the form draping down onto the top of his chest muscles.] The blazing eyes of white–blue where hidden behind teal blue ultra thin leather mask, sewed together that covered the cheekbones and jaws, and the end of his nose and down under the chin and sewn to the side panels, included lazy triangle shape eye sockets. All this enclosed in the shadows of a hood that was a part of the cloak, shaped like that of a gnome or goblin.]

This mysterious person moved in his cloak that momentarily separated, and opened up enough to reveal that he wore some type of purple body suit as well. A gun holster strapped to his left leg, looking some form of an ultra modern Lugar. As he stretched out his right hand, I could see a thin, black glove. And on his wrist, he wore a weird looking leather watch band with two tiny dart launchers on its side, tipped violet red in color. This particular individual was lethal to the gels. This might get you started thinking, What else does this guy have hidden in that cloak of his that could kill a man in such a short order? It was staggering to think that all this was smoke only a second ago.

As the tall-cloaked man had emerged out of the cloud of smoke, he stepped forward at once and seized the huge, black man by the throat with his two, gloved hands. The tall, thin man squished the big man’s throat with such force it was like ten vice-grip pliers clamped down on the big man’s throat. There was little hope for the big man to escape from this black-gloved demon in the purple cloak. The man in the cloak moved out of the black cloud, attacking the big man so fast, it came as a complete surprise. He caught the huge gunman off guard; it gave him no time to react to the attacker. The huge man struggled violently to escape the much thinner and shorter man’s grip. He thrashed about with his tree-limb-sized arms, but the pain the cloaked man was delivering was unbearable. He tried desperately to reach out and break the iron grip of the shorter man standing in front of him. It would have normally been easy enough for a man of his size and strength to break loose, but this time he was denied this control. The pain put to the huge man caused his eyes to bulge out from the intense pressure applied to the man’s neck.

The big man coughed and choked, just trying to get some air into his windpipe, the shorter man paid no attention to what the big man did or did not do. Instead, the smaller and thinner man lifts up the 360-pound man slowly. Before he knew what had happened, the man in the purple cloak had taken one hand away from the black man’s throat. He then took the shotgun out of the big man’s hands with ease, as if he was a child.

The big man could not take it any more, his eyes slowly rolled back into his head, and his body went limp in the outstretched hand of this supernatural being. As if he was an afterthought, the cloaked figure literally threw the big man to the floor. It was the giant of a man this time, landed with a bang against the wall of the kitchen barricade. When the ghost-like man was done taking the big man apart, he then moved to the smoking area of the building. In this moment, there came a tearing sound from the back door on the southwest side of restaurant. The gunman must have hide behind the big blue trash can where it entered the hallway close to the restrooms. The other gunmen were busy with the customers. This man positioned, most likely, a safeguard against any escapees. The number two gunman to enter the restaurant was coming by the back door. He passed through the hallway, and shoved the office manager, dishwasher, and the other waitress, into the same hallway.

These two characters had no idea what had just happened to their leader or the huge mountain of a man in the front of the building. However, they soon would know for themselves. All of a sudden ten huge holes blow through the steel door like there was a machine gun shooting the bullets into it. This, in turn, created ten steel projectiles that went flying, ricocheting off the walls and floor, barely missing the folks in the restaurant area closest to the back door.

In their place, the projectiles went flying down the hall; there appeared ten huge, seven- inch claws poking through the holes in the back door. The door torn off its hinges, as if some giant hand seized the door made of Styrofoam. The ripping sound echoing throughout this side of the café, as the door tore apart; the whole sight had stunned the gunman guarding the back door. This development was so unexpected by the terrorist that it gave him no time to react to get out of the way of the falling door. As the door torn away it was shoved forward flying through the air and down the hallway. It slammed into the back of the gunman as he was running, trying to find a way from being hit by the flying steel door.

The door hit him with such force that it caused the man and the door to be airborne together, sending both of them flying down about ten feet from the back door. As the gunman hit the floor, the steel door fell on top of him, pinning him to the floor, his face slides across the hard wood floor. The force of the bear claw left deep imprints on the outside of the door. A huge, thunderous roar and growing echo from the back door, a 10-foot grizzly bear came waddling down the hall following the great roar. The bear roared as it stood up, walking on its hind legs. The bear’s huge shaggy form