The 'thing' pauses on the threshold of the building, at last, they were here. Their cape whips in the wind behind them, dark as the night. The air as cold as their mentality in the mission. They were close, all was becoming clearer. The guards outside continue patrolling, surprisingly dutifully, but still unaware to the threat growing around them. The figure snickers. The boy. He had no idea of what was coming. He had to not know, deluded as he should be. And his pitiful, squabbling friends too. The figure lingers, so close to their target, before they escape into the night's void once again. They would grow stronger, and then, they would return.

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