Detective Wolf and the Flatwoods Fighter

"End of the Line, murderer!" Wolf yelled, his voice dwarfing the roar of the motor. The yacht slowed for a bit, but then almost immediately sped back up. As Wolf was launched out of the yacht, he couldnt help but feel like an idiot. As his head richocheted against the back of the boat he drifted into unconciousness. For a moment he was..nothing. Atoms in the space between space. Not a human, just a thing. And then, there was a white glow, It started small, but then grew bigger and bigger, and brighter than a star. Brighter than anything should ever be. This was no natural force, this was something truly unforseen. This was...this was....