Mark looked down at the bandage that was on his chest. It had been a couple of days since the whole fiasco at John's house and he had a chance to reflect on everything he had been doing and what he wanted to do next. He knew for a fact that Jeff, James and the others were long gone by now. And despite everything that had happened, he had no plans to actively chase them as soon as he got out of the hospital. Now he would make Jeff pay for stabbing him with a unicorn, there was no doubt about that. But at the moment, he had a few other things to take care of. First up: trying to get Sara to stop bitching about the fact that he called the FBI and officially resigned from his job.

"Honey, I just don't understand," Sara said for the hundredth time. She was watching him put on his street clothes. Today he was officially being released from the hospital. "Why do you want to quit? This was just one incident that went badly. Why do you want to quit over this one little thing?"

"I'm not quitting because I got stabbed and tossed out a window," Mark said irritably. He was trying to be patient with her; he really, really was. But he couldn't handle her constant questioning much longer. "I've been sick of my job for a long, long time now. I've been wanting to quit and this seemed like the opportunity to do it."

"Without consulting me? What are we going to do for money Mark? Did you even think about that?"

Mark glared at her. "I'll take care of everything Sara," he growled. He held out his hand. "Now hand me the keys. I'll drop you off at home so I can go off and run some errands."

She looked confused. "What do you mean you need to run some errands? Honey, the doctor told you that you needed to rest."

He rolled his eyes and forcibly took the keys from her. He didn't have time to listen to her. What he wanted to do now was far more important than his wife, his kids and even getting back at Jeff.

The Ministry of Darkness was going to rise again, only this time it was going to be bigger and more dangerous than before.


"I can't believe this shit!" Jack Swagger yelled angrily. He banged his fist against the hood of his car. He, his girlfriend Tiffany, his friend Ricky Ortiz and Ricky's girlfriend Lena Yada were stranded on the side of some God forsaken road because his car had broken down. "What the fuck are we going to do now?"

"We could try walking to the nearest gas station and calling for help," Tiffany suggested.

Ricky rolled his eyes. "There's not another gas station for ten miles. Do you really feel like walking ten miles Tiffany?"

"Well what else are we going to do? We can't just stand here like idiots just because that's the only thing you're good at."

"Hey!" Lena exclaimed. "Don't insult my boyfriend just because your boyfriend's car is a piece of shit."

"Everyone shut up!" Jack yelled. He was too angry to listen to everyone argue like a bunch of five year olds. "Just shut up right now! We've got a serious issue here!"

Ricky looked out on the road. "Hey, I think I see some cars coming. Hey Lena, put your shirt up and flash them so they'll pull over."

Lena responded to that by hitting her boyfriend on the back of the head.

"You are so stupid Ricky," Tiffany muttered. She started waving her arms around to get the driver's attention. To Jack's surprise, two cars and a truck pulled over to help them.

A blonde woman with very long legs stepped out of the first car. "Car break down?" she asked.

Jack nodded. "Yeah. Do you guys have jumper cables or something? We'd really like to get back out on the road again."

The woman grinned. "Miz, do you have jumper cables in your car?"

"Of course I do Stacy," Miz said as he got out of his car. "Jeff, why don't you reach back and grab the jumper cables for me?"

Jeff shook his head. "Sorry dude, but I have a better idea." He stepped out of the car and pointed a gun at the four stranded people.

Jack's eyes widened as he saw Stacy and Miz take out guns too. "What the fuck are you doing?"

"It's called kidnapping you jabroni," the guy driving the truck said. He got out of his vehicle. While he didn't have a gun, he did have some duct tape.

"Dwayne!" the guy who was in Stacy's car said.

"Yeah James?" Dwayne responded.

"If they have any good CD's in their car, please steal them for me. I am tired of listening to the bullshit Stacy calls music."

"Oh it is not that bad," Stacy whined as Dwayne bounded Jack's, Ricky's, Lena's, and Tiffany's wrists and ankles together.

Miz shoved Lena and Ricky into Stacy's car and Jeff shoved Jack and Tiffany into his and Miz's car. "Why are you doing this to us?" Tiffany asked. "What do you want?"

Jeff grinned. "You're going to the Voodoo Queen Blondie. May God have mercy on your soul." He cackled insanely and slammed the car door shut, thereby representing their fate that was seemingly set in stone now.