She was right on time, he saw her through the crowd on his right. He reacted without thinking, really it was second nature by now. He slammed his foot into the tiles beneath, showering debris into the air on the platform, shiny bit of fake stone glinting in the florecent lighting along with all the dust and concrete debris. He hadn't caught a support beam, lucky. People had just begun to register something was happening when he cut his hand through the explosion, propelling those fragments towards their target.
     The debris impacted into her form, pulling more with them in their wake. Her eyes went wide as she saw him, shock, recognition, fear, anticipation, they all burned in the look she was riddled with holes, picking up her body from the ground as the fragments blasted their way messily through her body. She was dead before she hit the ground. The crowd screamed and began to mill in chaos and confusion as the body of a seemingly natural woman began to bubble and evaporate.
     She gasped behind him, crying out in sensations he couldn't even begin to fathom but made his heart leap in his chest, clutching to him and rubbing her blind-folded face into his cheek, moaning "You killed me. Auuughh, god... didn't even have any warning..." That wet tongue licked at his ear, grinding herself to him and shivering. He pulled her back through the crowd and tucked between a bank of telephones and a photo booth. Greedy hands brought the fabric away from her black hair and looked into those nearly ice blue eyes which would soon fade into a color more suitable for blending in. He kissed her rapaciously and she yielded to him, his heart broke for that and he pulled the earbuds away.
     "I love you." He whispered now that she could hear him. Passion was her only reply.

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     The old man crouched over his plants, tending to the soil with natural fertilizer, doing what small bit of pruning needed to be done. More he just did it to kill time, to let the day slip by him in work. He could feel the presence behind him without looking. "Ahh, you're early Ire." He said, not looking up or moving to stop his soothing work.
     The youth chuckled behind him, raising smooth hands to supple skin. Still, he envied not the young, save merely for their ignorance. "I just came by to see how the next generation was growing."
     "Getting impatient are we? It won't work. Humanity is not ready fo-"
     "Humanity is ready for us, needs us."
     "I hardly see how that can be possible. All we've ever done is wage wars and meddle in their affairs."
     "It's a brand new age. They've created their own gods and have forgotten the heroes of old. It won't hold."
     The old man snips a dying branch from its hold. "If there is one thing I have learned it's that the common world is resiliant. They will continue on without you, forget you, and never look back."
     Ire sniffs at this and turns to walk away. "I'll be back when they are ready, I can see I'm going to get no help out  of you."
     The geezer stands and shifts his glasses. "Of course you will always be."

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