A blood-curling scream breaks out causing all us to jump. It sounded like a woman... only worse. "What the hell was that?" Logan says with unease. I shake my head and look around us in alarm but I can't see anything.
The rain continues to fall soaking all of us as we stand in the middle of a hanging gravesite. "We are the dishonored...the abandoned, rotting in the oblivion. For eternity we were pushed to the shadows of existence... the suns will burn as the waters run with the blood of those who stand in our way... the rise of the forgotten will come to take their rightful places!!" The shrill voice yells making our hair stand on end.
"The dishonored? The forgotten? What the hell are they talking about?" Parker asks while looking around in alarm. It has become so dark, we can hardly see anything. I quickly pull out a flashlight and flip it on. "Shit!" Logan says jumping back into me.
