It was mid-night at the Waterfront, silence swept though the empty alleys of the warehouse buildings along with a chilling breeze that would only be felt by the thugs of a lowly gang that awaited a ship, the Grand Abel, that carried supplies that consisted of drugs, weapons and contraband that would fetch them a good price on the black market.

One of the thugs looked at his watch, looking irritated for the ship was supposed to arrive at exactly midnight, it is now 15 minutes passed midnight and it still has not arrived yet, some of the other gang members found some empty barrels and some wood to make a fire as they stopped and listened, something was coming from the ocean, they could hear the water break on the metal hull of the Grand Abel soon came into port, but something was wrong; they could see that there was no blare of the fog horn for at that time when they heard the ship arrive, a suspicious mist began to form around the dock. The men look at each other in suspicion as the Grand Abel slowly pulled up next the dock, the moaning of the metal could be heard as the engines are shut off, the mist kept around the ship as they soon see a bridge slowly move from the side of the ship to the solid ground of the cement port, the thugs closer to the bridge assisted in making sure that the bridge was in place while others start tying the ship to the dock, not questioning that ropes have been hanging off the side of the ship when it arrived. The members of the gang prepped to board the ship but soon stop as they hear something now, something that shouldn't be there, a dripping sound, one that was coming from the deck of the ship, one of them turned on a flashlight, it would cut though the fog as they soon realize what the sound is from, the sides of the deck that have ports for water to spill from....... was dripping blood, every port under the railing of the ships decks were dripping blood, the light suddenly stops at the ships name for someone, or something, has scraped the word 'Abel' off the ship.

The thugs grabbed some of the weapons out of the vehicles they arrived in and were going to board the ship again when the wood of the bridge creaked, someone is still alive, they aim their weapons at the bridge as they see a person, a man wrapped in a blood red cloak and eyes that glowed a sickly green when the lights shined on them, he continued to walk forward down the bridge as his gaze was to the walkway, the thugs pulled back the receivers of their weapons, making them click into place when they let them go, letting a cartridge enter the chambers as the man suddenly stopped, "Who are you!!!" yelled one of the thugs as the mans eyes rolled up from the wood of the path he walked on to the men aiming guns at him, a small smile crept over his lips as what looked like a haze enveloped him as he would reply, "Me? well, I am your living nightmare....." the mans shadow would slowly spread, covering the whole side of the ghost ship as the men watched in horrified awe as the shadow did not vanish when lights were shined upon it, soon the awe turned to panic as the shadow began to move, shifting and writhing as if it is a mass of living things, soon the shifting stopped as sickly green eyes opened withing the black thing that is connected to the mans shadow, the thugs yelled in terror as they began opening fire on the mass, the man smiles more as he watches the men react to his power as the mass suddenly lurched forward at the men that are screaming and shooting wildly as hundreds upon hundreds of tooth lined maws opened wide and snapped at the men who do not realize that they are shooting at the air as they are suddenly ripped apart.

Several hours pass as silence swept over the alleys of the of the ports warehouses once again with the same chilling breeze as before, the man seeming to welcome the cold as he looked around at the gore of whats left of the thugs, several random body parts scattered around in the pools of blood, most of whats left seemed to have massive chunks bitten out of them, as he looked, he saw the half eaten head of one of the thugs, a horror stricken expression on his face as the man started to chuckle, he would walk towards the alleys between the warehouses, ignoring the cars that were left unattended and the weapons that were littered like worthless trash, he would continue to walk though the alley, seeming to vanish into thin air as if he was not even there, on the warehouses that the man passed between had a message written in the blood of the men that he just murdered which was written as the following, "Cain has come".