K3

All was over, but then help came, a blast and a strange purple gas filled the air. The beasts sent up a sparocious howl, which roared over the forest, among the wooden canopy, far into the woods, swallowed in by the dark. But even in the dark the bodily images of men could be seen, the light of the moon fell on their glowing guns, as they watched the corpse where it laid, gleaming white in the night, a torn pile of bones and blood. Death was gone and left no prints, not even its smell…. but a faint signature in the steely eyes of Mark's ghoulish head….

"We were too late" a gas mask muffled voice said in the brittle cold air ....

"What's the use" another sputtered "he could have still being killed if we delivered him to Boss K"

"What got into his thick skull to open the tube anyway" another fumed

"Hmmmm… Mad men have their way around things"

"Yes... I know but what was he thinking" there was a silent pause, then a voice sighed…

"Spreading mass mayhem I think… We've done our best…let's get out of here. They could still be around" there was a retreading rustle and all was silent again. The moon hid softly behind the murder, into its blanket of clouds, shaded by the blue sky. There was a pattering of liquid on the leaves, and then rain came tumbling down, pouring it content into the floor. Like the switch was turn, the forest became alive, the croaking of frogs could be heard, the chirping of crickets, the harsh hooting of owls. The forest activities carried on, like nothing happen. Night became darker as dawn approached swallowing up the last sight of the rain washed corpse. A cold withdrawn sigh seeped out of the woods, accompanied by the words.

"Doggone"