A cold wind whips about me like a cyclone. It wasn’t a natural cold but one of a far reaching darkness. The kind of darkness known only by the dead. The city is enshrouded by clouds of a miasma that will devour any light that strays too close. The air is filled with a low, eternally forgotten chant that resonates with my very soul. Beside me, my puppet of a girl wavers on the glass roof of the hotel. She really isn’t needed any more but I keep her close all the same.

I glare with the intensity of a hundred suns at the girl across to roof. She stands on the glass with all the ease and care of a feather; her hands are outstretched in what I can only assume is a plea. She takes no notice of the wind or the chanting, her whole focus is on me. She doesn’t like what I am doing. I don’t care. Why would I ever care about what this girl like? She took everything from me. I was so close to having everything that I was born to have but she took it all and now she wants to take what little I have left.

The wind around me condenses and I send a shock-wave at her. The blast strikes a barrier and quickly dissipates as the glass around us cracks. Damn her. As I prepare my next attack a new sound fills the air. Spotlights illuminate both of us in stark white streams. The helicopters fight the dense wind while gunmen prepare to shoot. I focus my power and send a bolt of energy at one of the helicopters, sending it spiraling down.

The girl reacts fast sending out ribbons of light that catch the plummeting copter. A bridge extends out to the roof of a near by building so the occupants can exit. The girl yells something at me but I ignore her, preparing another attack.

Suddenly the roof quaked and the glass shatters like falling sand. My puppet falls through and is barely caught by an air cushion that her friend had most likely sent. I am barely hanging onto one of the joints. I grip the joint and use all my strength to shoot myself into the air. I will not be stopped.

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All in a nights sleep