Midwestern thunderstorms are beautiful, a brilliant sight to behold in the waking world.

When one is trying to sleep, however, they can bring forth the worst of memories.

Lightning crashes, and his old partner dies.

"KRAGGER! KRAGGER!"

The thunder that rolls afterwards sounds like a hail of grenades.

"It's a flashzone. Kill everything that ( Read more... )

( My Katar... )

There's only one voice in my head now. It's my OWN.

It's like an old friend I haven't heard from in years.

I don't know him anymore.