WHO ARE YOU?

Prologue

No one is sure how hell broke lose among man, yet here it happened, here red firey hazes of houses burned, the non-believers screamed, and the believers weeped... weeped in warning more was to come (for they believed it wouldn't stop, the fire would spread, countryside to country side, across the oceans) for the world would, most certainl, end in the frozen hatred burning the fires of this hell.

Matthew held Kumajirou under one arm, holding grandmother Joan's hand in the other. If he could have taken much else he would have. They waited, along with the rest of the crowd, anxious and tensed, what if the police were wrong? What if they were being lied to, sacrificed for the common good? Matthew held his bear tighter, sofocating his bear in fear, his grandmother was happy he thought. She was oblivous, dementia and taken her lucidity, and now Matthew cared for her, even though he wasn't an adult yet. As nervous as he was he focused on her misplaced smile. She turned to him and unexpectedly whispered, "Always remember the spirit of the Maple leaf, Mattie boy!" Matthew opened his mouth to laugh, his grandmother always knew how to cheer him up.

All was red, then black. Thats all Matthew Williams, lone survivour of the reffugee camp incident, could remember from that year.