It would have been a beautiful night to gaze at the many stars, out in the country away from the city lights. Yes, it would have been a lovely night but the storms clouds were covering up the beauty with their blanket of rain forming to drop down on the suspected grounds and suspected persons. One in particular was on the chase or more of a search for someone. His years of experience has only gained one lead to where his target may have hid and he was determined to reach the destination. Even if the hands of fate would throw a thunder storm in his way.
The brown trench coat was his first defense against the harsh wind and rain, his red tie flying over one shoulder to the next with each step. He would not stop his journey, he would not falter. His lit cigarette was now drenched as he yanked it from his mouth and let the wind take it away as if it were his own past. He had hope it would take him further than that cigarette. He was disrupted when a loud bang had ruptured his train of thought and a flash of light from the lightening had brighten the path laid out in front of him. In the distance he could see his destination, the hotel.
The hotel seemed like a weird idea to have in a place that had no main roads or streets, sort of tucked away from the rest of the world. A good place to hide, he thought as he made it to the entrance of the hotel to notice that there was a canopy above him that blocked the flooding rain down on him. He shook the remaining drops that did not seem to make it through his coat and pushed open the door to a warm and lit hallway. The hallway was narrow with candles leading the way to the main lobby where the front desk stood. He saw that no one was there at the moment and rang the bell for the help. Must be sleeping. "Hello, my name is Marcus Brightwood. I believe I have a room this evening." He called out hoping that someone would hear him.
He could not see it or feel it but it would seem that fate had other plans for Marcus on this particular evening. One that would change the world...
