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Len walked along the streets of the City once again, leaving Hunter's behind him. He looked to the cloudy sky, taking another breath of air. He rubbed his forhead with a black fingerless glved hand, forgetting that his shades had broken and that he did not have them on at the moment. He gave a forced grin as he looked down both sides of the street. Not much in sight, a few walkers, but besides that, nothing at all. It must've been early.

He tried shaking the thoughts of what he had seen in the dream. He couldn't though; for all that he was able to see in it, remained in his head. Clear as if it was really happening. Especially her.

He continued down the street, his target the park. He turned his head at a swarm of thoughts breaching out to his own mind. It was familiar...Krii'Ouse. He followed the direction from which the thoughts were coming from and soon came upon two figures facing each other, prepared to fight, in the street. Len unholstered his Desert Eagles and leaned agaisnt a fence railing, guns lifted up by his head as he watched.

She dodged, not wanting rile his anger more, but she knew her next words might. She spared a glance for the man who was just abrely in her sight. She backed up enough that she would have plenty of time to dogde any attack either of them could throw before she said what was on her mind.

"Did it ever occur to you that not all demon are the same?!" She screamed at him, not realizing that she was crying in the rain. "I don't kill and I never will! My entire LIFE as I knew it was destroyed because of killing! You wanna kill me, FINE! Go ahead and kill me. I'd wlecome death."

Please tell me you don't mean that.

...

I hate you sometimes.

Len tilted his head at what the demon had screamed at Krii'Ouse, and most likely meaning it towards himself as well. He knew that she probably would have seen him by now, but he didn't care either way. He then heard Krii'Ouse shout a question toward him. He came out from his half guard of the fence and walked his way towards the two, he stood at both their sides, one gun aimed at the deamoness and the other remaining at his side.

"I was heading to the park when you're thoughts just bursted, I guess rushing through anyone's mind you've been in before's. So I followed the source and here I am." He turned and gave a slight glare to the deamoness, feeling as though he had seen her before; but he knew he hadn't. He shook his head and continued to look to one from the other, as well looking for answers.

'No, you've got me wrong... The kind of dameon I am after... is any bloody daemon I see! You don't know what your kin did to me! you wouldn't care if you did! you're all the same. You think you can take Humans, bend their minds, break their wits, and send them into a stupor for the rest of their life!' Krii'Ouse was clearly etting angrier by the second. His hatred for daemons had taken his mind. Like a daemon trapped inside him, it held his sanity in a cage. He finally got his arm to work again, and slashed at the daemon again with his main hand.

Len backed away a few steps as they spoke, keeping both guns aimed at the demon. As Krii'Ouse came and brought the attack down, she dodged quickfully and skilllfully. As she spoke, Len arched an eyebrow at her. Not like any other deamon? Heh... Though something kept tugging at his mind, making him to want to believe her. He shook his head and regained focus as she came up with the attack.

As she moved into the attack on krii'Ouse, Len immediatly fired three shots from the pistols at her, which he had filled with the iron bullet rounds.

tyler drove into the city in his black mazda MX5 like a bat out of hell from central park. but he had hitch hikers giving him problems... real unfrendly hitch hikers with absulutly no day life and pail as all hell. tyler swerved and zig zagged as one vamp made his way onto his windsheald. "son of a b***h!" yelled tyler as he realised he was out of vamp killer rounds. behind him the survivors were still chasing him. "all of this for one meal?" he asked

"YOU KILLED JIMMY"

"jommy? who the hell names their kid jommy?" he asked

"NO JIMMY!"

"ya what about him?"

"YOU KILLED HIM YOU b*****d!"

"you tried to eat me... lets call it even"

"YOU KILLED JOMMY"

"you mean jimmy?" he replied as he slamed on the breaks sending the vamp flying into a street sign. "sorry... it said stop." he chuckled as he drove off. he needed ammo... but a sound cought his ataction. bikes... lots of bikes...

"oh don't tell me" he looked back to make shure "biker vamps... this day keeps getting better and better... LEAVE ME ALONE!!!" yelled tyler

"NO!" they replied

Krii'Ouse was somewhat reluctant to do so. He sat thre, hesitating, somewhat fearing what he may see. He knew that there was something inside her head... He feared what that... Kage... could do to *his* mind... He didn't want to be dragged to a loony bin again. That was Hell... on earth. Every guard, every person in import, everyone there... were daemons... How he had managed to fry the brains of a few of them... he still didn't know... Mehbe it was desperation... mehbe it was something else... He never would have known...

These thoughts were broadcast in his ever growing anger... unable to keep his thoughts from shooting out of his mind, they leaked into the other's. Finally, he decided it was better to know... if she so told him to. 'Alright... fine, but try anything funny... and Len here will run you through.' he said, tossing his katana at Len. 'Right?' he made sure. He reached out his mind, and grasped teh daemoness' thoughts, probing into her opened mind, searching for a reason not to kill her, as she had proposed.

Krii'Ouse watched as the images in her mind flashed across his. *Holy water... she's only seventeen years old?! She's three years younger than I! How the Hell does she have the powers of an Elder?!* he thought to himself, keeping that one hidden from others.

He debated with himself for a few minutes, after seeing her be tortured so brutally by the one known as Kage... After seeing The daemon he had seen in the park in her mind, trying to seperate her from her fiancee... which he didn't think was right. He watched as her family died some way or another. That, too, he didn't thin should be right either. His hatred for daemons caused him to believe they shouldn't reproduce.

'How do I know you're not just making these thoughts up, huh?' he knew the answer. He knew those thoughts were real. He knew no one could generate such graphic and detailed memories to fool a telepath. Finally, he conceded.

'Alright. Gimem the blade, Len.' Len responded by tossing Krii'Ouse's sword back to him. Krii'Ouse sheathed his blades. He tried to get up, but his body weigh him down. He was too weak for this try... He needed someone to help him up, at least. 'Gah... damn... Len... you wanna help me get up?' he said, sticking his hand out generallyin general.