(Standing there in that dark hallway, watching the enemy advance upon them, knowing only 3 other people were standing with him, Jory felt a sense of dread..no..down right frightful fear rip thru his body like a rolling thunderstorm over a prairie. For those who are reading this and wondering what Jory is talking about, Jory also known as UEF Superstar ShadowDM has been known to be one of the most demented forces to ever grace the UEF scene. From being possessed by a demon from Hell to battling against vampires and werewolves Jory has always found himself in situations you'd really only hear about if you read a science-fiction book. because of these events Jory was able to find out that himself and Kerri Storm, also known as UEF Superstar Rain have the power of a Necroscope, or one with the ability to talk to and command the spirits of the dead. His ability has led him to the Queen Mary, a former war ship now docked off the coast of California and used has a hotel. It is said this ship is one of if not the most haunted spot in America and Jory can attest to that. In his journey there he was accompanied by his best friend and UEF Legend Scotty Dillon aka Scorpion who helped him discover that the demon who had been haunting them and everyone close to Jory was acually just an unwilling pawn in a much greater battle and infact acually wanted to work alongside Jory in ridding their lives of these fowl things. Zedd, as he now calls himself, brought along some warriors in their bid to fight against evil. 3 vampires, several werewolves and wereleopards..as well as wererats, and 3 assassins who are former thugs from the street who worked for Zedd in helping him take over Jory. With the werewolf Jamil, the vampire Asher, and Scotty by his side, Jory stares down a vampire and a werewolf leading a group of zombies right towards them and all Jory can do is stare in wonderment at the gruesome sight of bloody, rotten, decapitated bodies and hungry for blood souls inching their way towards one more kill. Before the enemy approaches Jory he remembers that Zedd had given him a dagger to defend himself. Though it isnt much against the forces of the evil, its still better then nothing. Jory quickly takes the strap off of the sheeth and pulls out his dagger just in time to see the vampire and werewolf ditch their fellow campanions and leap towards Scotty & Jory. In the blink of an eye Jory was on his back with a drooling vampire trying to get to his neck, the power and force of the vampire was almost too much to compete with. Knowing that now was definately not the time to die, Jory gripped his dagger and plunged it into the side of the vampire with enough force that it knocked the vampire right off of him and into a screaming fit on the floor. As he watched the vampire start to recover from the wound he saw from the corner of his eye several zombies ready to dive right onto him. Jory shifted his weight to his back and did a jumping spring from the ground into a fighting position and started hacking away at the walking un-dead, severing their arms or puncturing their chest, but they kept coming. In the background Jory could hear the grunting sounds coming from his three battle companions as they fought back as well, it sounded as though they were more outnumbered then Jory was though, and Jory feared for their safety. Jory drove his dagger right into the throat of a zombie who thought to bum rush him while distracted only to be jumped behind by the vampire he had stabbed earlier. In desperation Jory flipped him over his shoulder and in one fast movement spun his dagger into the air slashing thru and severing the neck of a zombie coming up from behind him. Jory was more prepared this time as the vampire rose to his feet and Jory gave him a swift knee to the gut followed by digging his dagger into the back of the vampire, the monster only flinched at this attack and once again lunged for Jory's throat but with a quick sidestep Jory was able to get out of the way just intime and counterattack with a quick jab to the black heart of the beast with his now deadly blade. Figting off attempts from the other zombies with his free arm, Jory watched the vampire let out a terrible cry of pain before slumping to the ground in death, taking Jory's dagger with him. Unable now to retrieve his dagger Jory used his fists and feet to fight off zombies, usually killing one at a time when one was free by snapping its neck or ripping out its spinal cord. Several times Jory called out for the others while in the heat of battle but got no reply, forcing him to fight even more feverishly then before. Just when it seemed that Jory could kill no more zombies he found that there were still more coming at him, less then before thankfully but a good ammount still. As he fought off this creatures, Jory pictured in his mind the power and ability he had when he was more intune with his anger, and then pictured Becca and Scotty being brutally tortured by these creatures because of him. Summoning up the anger within him, Jory suddenly felt a warm center of calmness in his chest that also seemed to weigh 20 tons. Somewhere in his mind he noticed that he was being backed up against a wall by these creatures, but it didnt matter to him anymore, all he wanted to do was reach for that center of calmness and unleash it upon the things that would want to do harm to him and all that he cared for. More and more of them came, and yet there was no sign of his companions anywhere and all he could do was fight..fight hes never fought before. In a moment where he thought they had him, Jory was able to reach for that warm center of calmness..and in doing so felt the air around him shudder..like thunder but without sound. The power made his skin stand on end and time itself seemed to stop just for him. Too dimwitted to understand what was about to happen, the zombies continued their attack on him, wanting nothing more then to feed upon his flesh and insides...but at that moment Jory wasn't going to allow that to happen. Like a sudden blaze set upon a barn, Jory fully unleashed that power within, the power he knew would stop him from dying at that moment, and watched as the zombies were now being blown apart right before his eyes. Arms and legs and heads and other body parts flew thru the air accompanied by the warm ooz of blood as the spirits which Jory commanded thru his power leveled the zombies like an executioners axe thru heads of thousands of helpless victims. As fast as it had happened it was over, the light had vanished, the warm feeling now sizzling to a cool in his chest, Jory could do nothing but survey the destruction that layed before him. Dozens of rotting dead bodies, who only a few minutes before had been walking and lusting for blood, were now dead still on the cold metal floor, their blood..not his..oozing all over him and their bodies. Jory blinked away the blood dripping from his eyebrows while his eyes took in all the death that now surrounded him, not really caring about the zombies themselves, but searching for the dead bodies of his friends, or hoping to find them still alive. his eyes had settled onto the werewolf whom had co-lead the horde of zombies to them, his neck was severly twisted and claw marks ran all over his body, but his friends were nowhere to be seen. That feeling just before the fight began, the feeling of fear so strong it could cripple most men emotionally for life, crept back into the place where that calm center once was, who knew that this was just the beginning. If walking over the dead bodies and thru puddles of blood wasn't bad enough for Jory, then trying to take out his dagger from the chest of the dead vampire was certainly it. The stench of all the dead bodies, especially this one, made Jory want to empty his stomach all over the ship, but now wasn't time to to be sick or fearful..now was the time to make this phantom pay for the hell it has put everyone thru. Pulling out the dagger was no small task, it was buried deep within the chest of the vampire and when he finally pulled it out the blade brought along with it chunks of bone,flesh, and its heart. Jory used a piece of cloth from one of the dead bodies to wipe away the nastyness and put the blade home, back into its sheeth where it'll rest until his next accounter...it shouldn't make itself too comfortable. When he was finally able to calm himself down, he decided that the best thing to do was to venture down into the lower deck of the ship and see if possibly his friends had been able to fight off the enemy to that point, or possibly had to retreat...but that wouldn't make much sense, they would back him up and fight off the enemy, not run off and leave him to death, especially now that they know who Jory really is. As he neared the ladder that would lead down to the lower deck he saw dead bodies strewn about, but not his friends. He did notice though that there seemed to be a bloody trail leading from the fight towards the ladder..infact..there were three. The more he followed the bloody trail, the more death he layed eyes upon, which could only mean that Scotty,Jamil, and Asher whooped some serious ass, or it could mean that the zombies just badly injured his friends and then fought over who got what..Jory hoped it was the former. Finally, after dodging countless bodies and puddles of blood Jory had made it to the ladder and started down them, quickly though he slipped and fell the rest of the way down, falling on his back. The pain that shot up thru him was unbearable, falling several feet down off the ladder and onto a steel floor wasn't exactly comfortable. While he senses started coming back to him he noticed that the reason he fell was because the ladder was dripping with blood and he hadn't had a good enough grip to keep him on the ladder. Using his grip a little better, he litted himself from the ground and noticed that all around him was dead bloody bodies...whatever happened down here it was definately not a pretty place to be when it did happen. Before Jory could shrug it off though...he noticed something so horrifying that he did come close to throwing up this time...the flesh on these bodies was not rotten..infact, these bodies were fresh bodies..ones that were just recently alive. Jory tried to get his mind to comprehend this but his mind refused...had innocent passengers got caughten up in the battles? No..that couldn't be, Zedd and the other groups had set out so this wouldn't happen, but here they were...fresh human bodies laying around bloodied, beatened, and mutilated. Fighting off the urge to run far far away, he gathered up the courage to step over these bodies and head towards the boiling room area where most of his dreams had occured. Nasty smells of rotting flesh and burning flesh, as well as other smells that could drive the hair off of a persons body flooded over Jory like a sweeling current and he could do nothing but take short breaths and hope that he doesn't sufficate down there..then again, compared to whats awaiting for him it'd be a less painful death. Rounding the corner past infamous Door 13, he caught his breath when he saw, just like in his vision, dead bodies hanging off of meat hooks...but they werent his friends. The hook had the victims under their ribs with most of their stomach split open allowing their insides to spill across the floor. Others had their heads twisted off or another ghastly things happen to them that no mere man could even conceive of, not even the most brutal of murderers. Not seeing his friends brought more emotions into him, mostly fear of what was instore for them if they didnt get this kind of punishment. Jory decided he couldn't help these poor souls and followed the hallway further down the Boiler Room. He saw no more bodies, but instead bloodied foot prints, 3 sets, going the same way he was. Thinking maybe they were close ahead Jory decided to see if he could catch up to them.)

Jory: Scotty!! Jamil!! Asher!! You guys here!?

(No answer was given to Jory as he drew closer and closer into a black pit of darkness. Considering he didn't have a light with him, Jory decided to pull his dagger from his sheeth and use the walls as a way of guidence to his destination, stopping every few paces to check and see if he was following the trail still or not. Noticed that the air is getting colder and colder with every step, he knew he was on the right path..especially when he realized that the wall was now gone and a body was now laying before his feet in a very wide and very open room. Kneeling down, Jory noticed the dagger lying beside the body, it was Scotty's dagger. Jory felt the pulse on the body, it was very faint but the person was still alive. Making sure it was his good friend Scotty, Jory examined the body the best he could, the body had his clothing and the shoes were bloody..so he was now 90% sure this was Scotty and dragged the body towards the hallway, away from any danger. After putting the dagger in his hand, just incase he had the ability to defend himself, Jory started back into the room looking for Jamil and Asher. Jory wasn't as frightful for their lives, as vampires and werewolves dont hurt easily..and if they do they have a faster healing ability then humans...then again, that could mean more harm to them then Scotty. Even though he could see no bodies, the room had a dreadful feeling and smell of death, this is probably where hes about to meet his maker. The more steps he took, the more he noticed that his blood felt like ice in his veins, and his breath seemed like a heater pad against his cold flesh. Finally, after some tough searching, Jory saw another slump body, the body had long blonde hair...Asher. Jory knelt down beside him to drag him towards Scotty but stopped himself when he felt a dark...evil energy...surrounding him and Asher. Before Jory can react with his dagger a light appeared in the room, not light that comes from the sun or a lamp or what have you, but a light that wasn't a light...something that allowed Jory to see but still managed to keep the area dark. Now, with the ability of sight, Jory was then able to determine that he was infact..in the cold black heart of the dead. Surrounding him were hundreds apon hundreds of zombies, vampires, werewolves, wereleopards...an army of just about everything you could name surrounded him, staying silent for this exact moment. Beyond this army they were surrounded by yet another army....an army of spirits...demented..tortured...bloodthristy..evil spirits. If that wasn't enough...beyond them..one commanding presence hovered above the rest, it was the demon haunting him..the demon who wished him dead. This demon commanded this army before his very eyes...he was only one man..one man against many of the supernatural and undead..if there was ever a time he needed this dagger..it was now.)