A squad car exploded in a ball of flame flipping the vehicle onto its side, scattering the grouped together police force. Many of the officers swore and cussed as they found articles of clothing set ablaze by the blast or their firearms lying out of reach for the moment. Michael smiled dementedly at the sight of such chaos and the sound of screams. "Dies iræ! dies illa, solvet sæclum in favilla, teste David cum Sibylla!" He shouted into the nighttime sky, arms outstretched as if inviting the gods above to strike him down, the police looked at him fearful, though they didn't know what he had said the message was clear. They were nothing but mere ants under his boot to him.

"Quantus tremor est futurus, quando judex est venturus, cuncta stricte discussurus!" He sang out to his fear struck audience making gestures in the air with his hands as if he were conducting an invisible symphony. "Quantus tremor est futurus, quando judex est venturus, cuncta stricte discussurus!" he continued his voice seemly roaring in the quiet nighttime even thought he spoke softly and quietly. Suddenly he raised his arms high above his head like a mad preacher addressing the conjugation shouting to the frightened police, "And thus the heavens fell!"

As soon as the words left his lips another of the black and white cars was launched high into the air as its gas tank exploded violently. From the flames of the explosion came three small twig like beings ablaze with a hellish fire. They raced forward through the crowd of sprawling men in blue towards the other cars, a twisted childish laugh ushering from them. The few of the police officers who could still force their bodies to move did, running as far as they could as fast as they could from the site, all others were consumed by flames as the remaining squad cars erupted into balls of ignited gasoline. Those who had ran quickly grabbed what weapons they could find opening fire at the giggling aflame stickmen.

Over the crackling of the car fires and the bangs of gunfire a sadistic laugh roared as its owner stood at his doorstep, having not moved since the beginning of this demonic destruction and hellish glee. Michael looked up at the sky giving one last chorus of laughter as his ungodly minions devoured what was left of the law enforcers in flames.

Once his laughter had ceased he looked at the scorched skeletons of both man and machine alike with a satisfied look, slightly proud of the horrors he had done to his fellow men. He silently walked to his garage door and lifted it open with a grunt. Moments later a mechanical roar ushered forth from the dark space before a black chopper motorcycle shot into the night. It raced down the empty street as if the devil himself was on its tail, the three stickmen still ablaze running beside him. He disappeared into the cold Nevadan night leaving the still smoking corpses and quivering sister at the twice damned house. Only one thought echoing through the riders mind, 'I'm coming Sara. Get ready for me, for something wicked that way comes.'