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Light shifts and she finds herself awake. That dream. Shaking her head a leaf falls from her blond hair. Living in the park is all it's cracked up to be. She shoves the sleeping bag to her right.

"Get up Roger."

He grunts and rolls to his side.

"Too early."

She jabs him in the stomach with her elbow.

"Get up."

He laughs, wincing as he sits against the park bench.

"I liked you better when you were human."

She sneers staring into his cold blue eyes. She did too. But there's no choice. She has to be hard. To run, hide, and cower like some kind of animal from her own kind. Humans...how can they be so naive.

Looking at her hands she pushes her thumb deep into her palm. What is she fighting for. They will never understand what it's like to be practically immortal. She pushes her thumb in harder. No scar. No trace of the deep gash from the night before. No wonder they hunt them.

She tries to remember what it's like to be so fragile. She can crush steel beams with her pinky. And if she wanted to, if she finally gave up her weak morality...she could kill everyone in this city. Even the ones they call Hunters. Nothing is a match for her strength.

Then, she would be like them. She looks at Roger's distant gaze. His carefree face. All of mankind could be cut open, bleeding in agony, and it wouldn't bother him. Why then\why does he follow her, stay by her side, resist the temptation to feed.

A low growl escapes his jaw.

"We'd better get going. It seems breakfast has found us."

Breaking the boundaries. Folding the table. Moving the chairs. Awaking the dragon. All in a days work. Too many people spend their lives in the nothing, the in between. The silence awaiting storm.

My brain boils as I watch them. Longing to remember what it was like to be human. So long ago. Miles away from a shore I never visit. I am The Hunter now. My real name doesn't matter anymore. If I could remember it, who would cry out. Shout for me in the madness. Not these creatures. Not the lonely stars staring at my aged face. Not her...

Tears as pale as the moon. If she could say my name it would be worth remembering. But I am no master of death. I run from it with every sword, every stroke. I've always run. Killing to survive. I could stop. Stop hunting them. All these faces, all of these people walking by...it would burst through. Dragons are known to bend dimensions. They can't see it, waiting for them, hungry.

I could lie. Say I do it for them. But I'm no fool. When I fight I know it's to feel. It stopped when they took her, the feeling, the caring. My hands shake. For someone who hates life, I really shouldn't be so afraid to die.

Still there he sits. In plain sight he sleeps. I blend in with everyone, the mindless humans who don't believe. Who can't see. One of the most beautiful things in the universe; a dragon with his eyes closed.

I've watched stars explode. Light devour galaxies. Suns burn the surface of worlds. Her face. It's the one thing i can't forget. I see it in the monster sleeping. She loved that moment, right before. I can still see it now. In the reflection of it's eyes opening. Her smile.

Here

The shores of existence wrap around endless sound. All of the creatures stir. Nightmares, daydreams, they dance like melting ice. My mind begins to thaw. How did I end up here? On a ship in the middle of the ocean.

The white dress clinging to my thighs moves like shadows across my frame. Blond curls whip my face. The storm in the distance pulls a ribbon from my hair. It makes it's way to the water. One fleck of color in the grey.

The deck's lit up like a carnival. Silence. An empty theme park. Only the waves and the fast beating of my heart. And a clock. Tick. Tick. First fast, then slow.

Alone. And yet, I've been here before. Waiting. Waiting...for him. I don't know who he is, or why it's the same dream. Here I stand. Here I wait.

A smell. Musk and blood. The sun's devoured in the storm. He 's coming.

Now

It's black. Marrow drips from my blade like warm death, and I curse the river of time that brought me here. To this wretched moment. This doom. This forsaken birthplace of shadows that stalk stars. Of moons to a planet I once called home.

She stares across the room. She doesn't see me. The man waiting. Eating the moments in between like bile rising in his throat. I have to kill her. I've crossed dimensions. Died, and been reborn. Just to end up here. Waiting in the dark. Covered in grit. Chest torn. Waiting to kill a privileged child that cursed mankind forever. A child with blond curls and soft blue eyes.

She looks like Mika. My own daughter that would die by her hand. Like all the worlds in this galaxy. Blue eyes. What a color.

It reminds me of the last time I saw her, crying Daddy under the moon by the ocean. Turning everything blue. It will always remind me of the last moment, just before she was infected. Before she became one of them.