Drew's eyes widened, and his body slowly doubled over in pain.  Even though that he couldn't feel the shady warrior in the area, he couldn't shake his aura.  Just bumping shoulders sent a death wave through Drew. 

    "Drew!  Drew that man is dead."
    Drew quickly shook off the feeling, putting it in the back of his mind for now.  Drew quickly looked at his watch, trying to change the subject.  
    "CRAP! Uh look at the time, I'm late for work."  Drew yelled running in the opposite direction of the crowd. 
    Kioka just stood there trying to collect all of her thoughts.  Drew, whats happened to you?  When we were kids you cold never get away, you throw caution to the wind, but ever since three years ago, I feel you....you scare me.

    Grior opened a sliding door into a white apartment building with essential table, fold out couch, and shelfs.  Sitting in a recliner is a elderly woman, and lying on the couch was a man with a beard, and a stern look on his head.  In the kitchen was a woman with long black hair. 
    "Hello Rick, Utama, Nan." Grior announced taking off his shoes, and walking to the back room. 
    The big man, Rick got up from the couch stretching.
    "Did you have a good hunt?" 
    "It wasn't a hunt, the retard opened attack in plain daylight, I know the rules, but what else was I supposed to do.  And tell Boogyman if he wants more efficient work, than he should stop watching me."
     Utama, the elderly woman added a comment.
    "We are but simple gang members, not messengers.  Besides he's in your room waiting."

    Grior turned around, and kept walking down the hall, and opened the door on the right side, at the very end of the hallway.  The room was filtered in sunlight, with a computer, TV, and mat on the floor in the corner, next to a small stand with a bamboo plant on it. 
    Right across from Grior was a man, nothing about him was visible except for his eys, and wheelchair. 

    "Grior, you have two, thats enough." The old raspy voice filled Grior's ears, and the shape of what looked like old, sharp nailed hands reached out. 
    Grior unlatched Punk's key-chain and handed it to the old man. 
    "How did the skull and crossbones chain work?"
    "Nicely." Grior managed to get out.  The dark aura was putting him out.  All he could do is absorb it. 
    "Now go after Drew, the carrier you bumped into today.  He posses a huge threat."
    Grior used the last bit of energy, and nodded his head in consent.  Finally the man just vanished, and Grior laid on the floor lifeless, forced to absorb Boogyman's darkness, his legacy.

    Drew walked out of the shop, dreched in sweat, and waving at figures of the rest of the warriors.  The workshop lights went out, and the sreet lights came on.  Drew dropped to the ground coughing.  Grior's sense was back in the area.  And it was worse than ever. 
    "My name is Grior Drew.  Take it in, Its the last you'll know on this earth."
    A voice filled Drew's ears, but struggling around, he saw nobody.  He finally managed to get up, as something stronger came into the area. 
    "Drew HEY!!" Kioka yelled running for him. 
    "Uh.  Kioka, what?"
    "I wanted to see you after work, you ran off so fast after the final earlier."

Before Drew could speak a reply, he pushed Kioka out of the way, and grabbed the key-chain, with a sword, the exact same as Grior's to fallow.  Drew lifted his blade, and the ground cracked underneath as Griors gun locked with Drew's blade. 

    "Poison shot number one.  Heh when I'm done with you shes next."

Continuity

To many details left unchecked, should lead to an exreme battle of witts.  Chapter 3 coming soon.