The Gathering of the Four.

It was an ordinary day, no different to any other. Life on the force was getting difficult for a certain young Detective, and th-ngs where going to get even harder. Andrew I Lake was writing up his report when one of his associates walked over to him and told him that he had a letter delivered by courier.

He opened the letter and inside where some bus tickets to a small town in Mexico and two letters. One was pristine and the main text was obviously typed on some kind of computer and printed on a laser printer. While the other was a photocopy of a letter that was hand written and looked very worn. The new looking one had a letterhead which he instantly recognised. He folded up the letters again and when somewhere private to read it.

The letter was from the head of the San Francisco branch of S.A.V.E, an organisation that he sometimes did work for. S.A.V.E's main goal in life is to investigate strange phenomena that most other people either class as "stupid ghost story's" or just as down right ridiculous. Though S.A.V.E and their members seem to know something that most of the rest of the Human Race do not. They are aware of a being that seems to rule the unreliable creatures of the Unknown.

Creatures such as Poltergeists, vampires, werewolves and other such beasts. He goes by the name of RAX. No one is certain who or what he is but some people think him to be the devil. His plan is to infest the world with creatures of evil. They will precede to create more evil in the world and so make the journey from the lands of the Unknown to the Known world smoother, and S.A.V.E know that he is succeeding. Andrew read the letter, it was extraordinary to say the least. Mr Underwood (Head of S.A.V.E San Francisco) had written to him saying that a few day before they received a parcel from an unknown source. The Parcel contained a letter from a man that claimed to have lived in the eighteen hundreds. The letter was read and analysed and it was proved to be genuine.

The letter was from a Randolf Magus who was in his life a soothe seer and Alchemist. The letter told of a creature that retums every 168 years to plague the earth, It also said that Randolf would banish the creature the next day, which would also cause his own death. It warned that the creature would retum in the same place that it always had in the year 1994, fist of January to be precise. The letter also pointed out which agents should be sent on the mission, which in itself was a miracle that this man knew of the envoys before they where even born. He said that they were the only ones that could even stand a chance to banish the creature. With that Andrew packed his bags and made his way to the bus depot. His destination, Los Inocentes, Mexico. Cver in another part of the US, a writer began his next novel. He had been putting it off for a while because he was suffering writers block. He had just began to write when there was a knock on the door. Ms postman shouted to him through the door.
"Mr Stone, parcelfor you sir, I'Ilput it on the doorstep!".
"Thanks Sam!" came the reply from inside.

After about five minutes Harley Stone wheeled his chair to the door. Harley had been crippled when he was very young in a car accident that claimed the life of his younger brother. From then on his life became a boring drudge of going to school and not really being able to join in.. Through his boredom he began to write. At first it was just short stories and then at a very young age he even managed to write his first book and got it published, his career followed on from there. Ms life just sort of went down hill from there. The relationship with his parents was not as strong as it should be while the one with his uncle flourished.

IFEs uncle "Rob Dobell", was an engineer, in his spare time he fiddled with cars and motors. He built Harley a wheelchair form an old motorbike. He did it up with a brand new silver shell and called it the Silver Bullet.

The Bullet could reach speeds of up to 65 NWH, quite impressive for a wheelchair. Harley liked it so much that he still has it, and uses it when ever he leaves his house.

The parcel on the doorstep was a large padded envelope. It, as the one that Andrew received, also contained the letters, he proceeded to read both letter and quickly threw some clothes into a suitcase, he picked up a note book and his laptop computer and made his way to the train station where he used the tickets that where included in the parcel.

In San Francisco an old campervan hurtles towards the centre of the town. The driver a youngish British priest was listening to music while he drove, suddenly a young black boy runs out in front of him. With unnatural skill the driver manages to slam on the breaks and swerve, he just manages to miss the boy, but unfortunately he ploughs straight into a lamp past. Dazed and shaken he climes out of the van, makes his way to where the young boy is standing and grabs hold of him.
"Are you all right?". he asked worriedly."
"Shore am dude!". replied the young boy.
Zak let go of the boy and put his hands to his head and thanked god for him being all fight. Then, he felt something in his pocket, lie looked down and the boy had his hand deep in it. The boy saw that Zak had noticed and took of at a sprint. It took Zak a few seconds to figure out what was happening but then he followed.

The young boy was about 10 meters in front of him, but Zak was catching up quickly. The young boy turned a corner and about two seconds later so did Zak. Zak came to a stop. He was standing at the entrance of a dead end, there was no way out, except past him. All in all the ally was clear. There was no large rubbish bins, boxes, winos and defiantly no young boy. He was alone in the alley.

It took him a few seconds to figure out what was happening. He turned his back to the alley and walked back to his wrecked van. On the way he checked to see what was missing. There was nothing missing in the contrary, there was something in his pocket that had not been there earlier. He pulled out an envelope and opened it. Inside there where three pieces of paper and a key.

Two of the pieces of paper where the letters that the other two envoys had received and the other was a short note saying that about fifty meters down the road there was a black campervan and it was his.

He took all the important stuff that he had in the old van and put it in the new one, then he drove to Mexico.

In a bar in San Diego a young college student was having a beer with some of his friends. Jack Blaze was Mexican by birth but him and his family moved to the US.

He changed his name and started collage. He was on his Christmas holiday when the message from S.A.V.E reached him. At the other end of the bar a young woman was sitting alone. She was looking at Jack every now and then, giving him the eye, he thought. She called one of the waiters over to her table and on his try she laid a large brown envelope.

The waiter brought it over to Jack. He quickly opened and read It. Inside there were the letters and a plane ticket. He looked up to see if the young woman was still there but she was not. When he asked the waiter that had delivered the letter about her he looked confused and said that he had not seen her and that Jack had probably drunk too much and should go home.

He got home about five minutes later. Packed his bags and told his mother where he was going. He then sneaked out of the house hoping that Agent Smith did not see him go. The journey to the airport was uneventful and so was the flight that took him back to his native lands.

All the journeys where uneventful, all that is but one. Harley was travelling by train. In his compartment there was also a young woman. She was blond, tall, and very beautiful. By the time the train made one of the last stops to pick up passanges it was dark. The train stopped somewhere that Harley had never heard of, four young men dressed in heavy black jeans, that where ripped at the knees, black T-shits and leather jackets got on. They quickly preceeded to annoy the young woman. She kept telling them to go away and they kept ignoring her.

Harley wheeled himself towards her. The four stopped. The one who seemed to be the leader took one step forward and said.
"Here comes the knight on his silver horse lads!".
At which point his friends proceeded to laugh and call Harley names. Harley bared the insults for about thirty seconds and then in a low calm voice said.
"Excuse me, but would you mind leaving the young lady alone."
Once again the louts laughed at him and the leader took a step forward and from his jacket pocket took out a flick knife, he put one boot clad foot on Harleys chair and pushed it. It travelled back for about two meters and Harley stopped it. Harley looked the young man up and down and did not look impressed.
"If you pull that out on me you better be willing to use it you little shit!" he said.
The leader of the group looked at his friends and then at Harley. He pressed the button on the hilt of the knife and the blade popped up from it. At this point Harley reached into his jacket pocket and produced a revolver which he proceeded to cock and point at the head of the young gang leader. The gangleader stopped. looked into Harleys eyes for a minute and turned around. He made a sign for his friend to leave and made his own way to the door. At the door he stopped, looked round at Harley and said.
"We shall meet again, cripple!"