Jackson Gearheart stumbled through the darkness of the back alleys in San Diego, California. He gripped his side in pain, groaning as he ran. He could hear it's footsteps behind him, whatever it was that attacked him. Was this really happening to him, why? He crashed into a trashcan and fell to his belly, now to tired to even stand he began crawling to the open road. "This is really fun, isn't it Jackie?" Sloan asked stalking after his prey, his eyes blood red and tendrils shooting from back, his teeth a gnashing maw. Jack looked over his shoulder and crawled even faster, but not fast enough. A tendril wrapped around his ankle and pulled him back, know being held upside down and staring at a smiling Sloan, he closed his eyes and braced for the worst. "Well, I guess that's it for you then." Sloan said cheerfully and opened his mouth to reveal several rows of razor sharp teeth. Jack clenched and waited for the end, but the end did not come. After several minuets, Jack noticed Sloan had disappeared, he was safe at least for while. He closed his eyes and sank into unconsciousness.