Rain. It feels good. It relaxes me. Yes, this is good. I lie half-awake, half asleep, feeling and seeing through a hazy world. I feel totally relaxed.

But something nags at me out of the back of my mind. Something I should be doing, or something I should be aware of, I'm not sure which. But the rain feels so good. I could just lie here forever.

-BOOM-

The crack of the thunder snaps me awake. My eyes open. I am behind a bush, which shields me from most of the rain. Then it all comes back to me. The break-in, the Stand User, the Stand itself.

And being teleported halfway across the Earth.

[AUUUUUUUUUUUUGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHH!] I scream. I take to the air, not knowing, not caring, buffeted by the wind, drenched by the rain. I cry to the heavens, scream my anguish. I fly madly, barely able to see through the pouring rain. I am lost, alone, what can I do?!

I fly, zigzagging around trees and bushes, following no particular path, screaming my pain, until I can fly no more and I alight on a branch. I try to control myself, to suppress my fright, my anxiety.

Completely soaked by the rain, my scarf heavy with rain, my mind racing, my body quivering, I try to think rationally, but all that I can think of is how cold I am. I think a fire would help. A fire would warm me up, and help me think rationally.

-BOOM-

Hail starts banging off my helmet, in addition to the rain, again making me realize there will be no fires out here, in the pouring rain.

I start getting angry. Angrier and angrier, I begin to shake with barely suppressed rage. Killing something would feel nice. It would make me feel a lot better.

I take to the air, to find a victim.

Jacob and Christina Morris walked through Central Park in the rain. Jacob held the umbrella and Christina, his wife of one year snuggled against him. Christina was heavy with child, and the doctors suspected it was twins, and she'd be due in another month or so. Jacob was given a raise to support his growing family, and they were looking at a house in the suburbs, rather than the four-room apartment in Brooklyn.

Dinner had been a splendid affair at the Rose Garden, a nice restaurant on the edge of the Park. And now, they were taking a leisurely walk through Central Park. It was gorgeous, no matter the weather.

Something flew past them and alighted on a tree. Jacob looked up and was surprised. It was a hawk. You didn't see many hawks in New York, except for the ones at the zoo. But what was stranger, was it was wearing a helmet and a scarf.

"Hey, Chris," Jacob said, pointing. "Look at that." Christina looked up and made a 'hmm' noise, "Maybe its an escaped circus animal, or something."

A husband and wife. And what's more, the wife appears to be pregnant. Killing them would be so very satisfactory. I watch them go, my eyes fixed on them as they walk past me. They look at me for a moment, then go back to cuddling and talking.

I take flight and soar towards them. "TSEEEEEEEEEEEEEERRRRRRRRR!" The man whips around. "Holy hell, get down!" He cries, pushing his wife to the ground, in time to save her, but he leaves himself open for my talons to rake across his face. He falls back and screams. I do a midair turn and charge again. The woman screams for her husband, who stumbles blindly, trying to wipe the blood from his eyes. I hit him in the back of the head with my talons, knocking off a chunk of hair, and some flesh. The man is knocked down.

The woman screams in the rain for her husband, lying there in the path, who is quickly loosing consciousness. The woman's screams annoy me. I condense the rain into an Ice Lance and throw it at her. It hits her right in her bloated belly. If it didn't kill her, her child is now dead for certain. The woman gives a wet gasp of horror, pain, and suffering intermingled before passing out.

The man stands up, and sees the Ice Lance sticking out of his wife's belly. I perch on her chest and take a few quick pecks at her eyes

"You.goddamn bird!" The man screams. "I'LL KILL YOU!" He grabs a wet stick from the ground and charges me. I react very calmly and stick an Ice Lance in his face. There is a moment of surprise on his face as the ice materializes seemingly out of thin air, since he cannot see Horus, right before the ice punctures his face and goes right through. Death is instantaneous.

There is something about death.killing. It holds a certain appeal. You kill someone, someone much better than you, you can look straight at his mouldering corpse, and say, with all certainty 'I am better than you. I killed you. You are nothing now. I beat you'. Then you can walk away feeling good about yourself, and laughing at the poor sap you just killed. Even the words 'kill' and 'death' sounds nice. They have a certain ring to them, don't you think?

I continue pecking the woman's eyes, through the eyelids, and get a somewhat decent meal. Mmmmm.eyes.

When the woman's eyes are completely gone, I notice the rain stopped while I was eating. Now maybe I can get a decent look around. My spirits lighten somewhat. I still have a feeling of dread in my gut, far from Lord Dio, lost in a strange land.it is very frightening. But if I can find out where I am, then perhaps I can find a way back to the mansion, to Egypt.

I take flight from the woman's corpse and fly out, over the sea of trees, into the smoggy air of this city. I fly between skyscrapers, looking for some clue, something that will tell me where I am.

Then, there it is. A bay, a giant bay. There are two islands out in the water. One is fairly large, the other smaller, but a giant statue of a woman, holding a torch dominates it. Then it hits me. This must be America.New York City, to be exact. Either that, or this is Rio de Janeiro and that's Christ the Redeemer, but I highly doubt that.

My gut twists into a knot. This is not good. Egypt lies far across the ocean, farther than I can travel. And I no nothing about New York, and Lord Dio is not here to guide me! I'm alone.all alone.I feel fear, an emotion virtually alien to me. It wells up inside me, and I land on a skyscraper in the fading light of the day, for fear that I would become dizzy and fall. I do not know what to do! I am lost! What in the Nine Hells CAN I do? And then a thought hits me. I'll do what I always do. What I do best.

Kill. Kill and kill and kill and kill and KILL until I figure out a way to get out of here.

I take flight back to the forest park in search of new victims.