"Whom the gods love dies young." — Menander

The sky was covered with heavy dark clouds, it had light rain that accompanied it. To escape the rain people ran and tried to escape the impending heavy downpour. Many used umbrellas to protect themselves, while others used their coats as a way to protect themselves from the rain.

As people rushed to go home. Neon lights could be seen down the streets. It lightened up a bar, with its open sign and 24hrs sign. While some people rushed to go home, others decided to walk into the bar.

The interior of the bar is dimly lit with, the faces of people not too visible and clear to be seen. The bartender is up on his feet running trying to attend to all the customers.

Then the door of the bar opens up, at first no one paid any attention to who was at the door. Then a crackle of lightning streaked across the sky. Its light lit up the sky and revealed the presence of the man at the door. The man was dressed in an all-black clothing. He used a hat to cover his face.

The man said no words as pushed the door and stepped into the room. Though he was under the rain. When he had stepped in, he was neither drenched nor was he wet. The people within the turned to look at the man. Though the room was dimly lit, with various features of people being able to be seen. But no matter how hard they tried; they couldn't make out any of his features. It was like he enshrouded by the darkness and was one with it.

As he walked with bar, his presence had a paralyzing effect. The people couldn't move or nor could they speak. All their minds and body spoke the same thing.

 Danger!!!

The man walked over to the bartender, the man took a sit and took off his cowboy hat off. The man was relishing in the silence his presence brought.

The bartender came forward, his hands visibly shook as he came forward. Now in front of the man, the bartender noticed the man's silky hair. They were long and straight that they were like strings. The bartender's gaze dropping unto the unknown man's eye's which seem to be dark blue, with a kind of cat slit. The man's eyes seem to be lost for they stared at nothing and everything at the same time.

"What can I get you?" the bartender asked.

But no response could be heard from the man. Bartender turned to look around the bar as if asking for help but no one moved.

"What can I get you?" the bartender repeated again, but this time is hands going somewhere under the table.

"I don't seem to understand people sometimes" the man started.

His eyes still not focused on anything.

"Why is it that they fear what they don't understand? And destroy what they can't have?" the man said as he turned his gaze towards the bartender.

The bartender could feel the man's gaze tear into him, and as if for a split second he had seen lightning crackles within those blue eyes.

Beads of sweat started forming on his head. What had he just seen? Was that lightning? In a man's eyes? the bartender thought. It's not possible right?

The bartender's hands still reached for the cold steel under the table. His only sure way of protecting himself.

As he tried to grab the steel, his sweaty hands betrayed him as the pistol feel to the ground with a loud thud.

The bartender looked at the pistol on the ground and then stared back at the man. The bartender's heart sunk; the sweat beads got bigger. All he could do now was stare at the man before him.

He couldn't bear to tear away his gaze from the man as he could not say what will happen.

~ The next day, it's all over the news. The most popular bar downtown was destroyed last night. Some believe it was caused by the lightning of the night before which had destroyed the building, while other sources said it was caused by an electrical fire. But one thing is sure…. There were no survivors of the fire, as they were all burnt to a crisp.

Not too far away in college was Dan. A student of Orion University. Today being a school morning, Dan woke up late as usual. He rushed toward the bathroom as he tried to make up for the time lost. He rushed and turned on the shower, he took his bath and brushed hastily as he runs out of the bathroom to get ready for school.

Not completely dressed, he rushed down the stairs and headed for his class. Campus was quite busy as he ran toward the college building, his pace increased as he noticed the distance between the building and him was still large.

He ran with so much speed that he stepped on something slippery and he could feel his legs give out. His world slowly turning upside down, the earth ever getting closer to his face. But he was able to stop himself on time before he got injured.

Not wanting to stare at the ground anymore, Dan got up and continued running toward his first class of the day. Chem 340, a class he dreads. Both the course and lecturer have made his life a living hell. From tests to assignments and questions to be answered in class. All of which are not as bad as the last one. Dan having to talk in class.

Today his class starts by 8 and he was already few minutes.

Mr. Frank was never late; he always comes to his class. No matter the weather or condition of the day he would make his way to school. He was one of those Lecturers who don't mind swimming to school just so they don't miss their lecture day. Dan thought to himself.

As Dan walked to class, he noticed the hall ways were cleared with all the students having gone to their classes.

Maybe he hasn't arrived to class Dan tried to convince himself.

It's possible today is that day that he decides to come late for once. Dan thought to assure himself.

And then immediately Dan remembered that there was once Mr. Franks wife had accident. The whole class had thought the class would be cancelled. For the university usual gives leave for such cases. More than half the class didn't come. And that day half the class didn't get to write the test he gave. Ever since then no one ever missed his class anymore.

Upon almost reaching the class, he noticed no one was by the door.

Dan began holding his breathe unconsciously hoping Mr. Frank isn't around.

"Class open your text to page 40" Dan heard the familiar crooked voice.

Dan could literally feel his body run cold.

What will I do? What will I say?

Dan could literally feel his arm run moist with sweat. His breathing started accelerating.

I can do this. I'll be fine. Dan kept reassuring himself as he slowly but with dreading approached the door.

Dan came and stood by the door way. His mind ran laps with thoughts of what Mr. Frank would do to him.

Maybe I should try sneaking in? Dan thought as he looked at Mr. Frank and the distance to his desk.

I won't make it. he told himself as he realized the distance was too far to not get caught.

Beep!!!

A sound was heard in the silent class. They whole class turned to where the sound came from.

Dan too wondered who had forgotten switch to silent mode in Mr. Frank class.

He looked round the class to find out who the person, he then realized all the gazes of class was fixed at a particular person.

It was on him.

Oh no. Was all he could say to himself as Mr. Frank looked at him with great annoyance.