Random Story Setting: Sometimes, we just have to write.

I remember it as if it were yesterday. The Sun. A beautiful blue sky with only a few clouds. Just enough clouds to keep the sky from being boring, but at the same time prevent it from becoming cluttered. I would ride on a bike down a small paved path that lead to my home from school. I miss that bike. I miss a lot of things. I'm really tired of missing the past, but it seems like the harder I strive for the future, the more "past" i gain.

"Hey! Wacko in the coat!" A man calls me from my day dreaming.

"Sorry! Spaced out, there. Thank you for taking me this far." I reply.

We've arrived at a small, underdeveloped community outside of town. It's sort of like a "fail attempt" at starting the expansion of the town. Mudslides from heavy rain caused the hill to fall apart and take out a couple houses. The potential existed for it to keep happening, so people naturally stopped wanting to live here. Expansion of the town has now started in the other direction, and this small little ruin is a memory to only old people like me and the bus driver.

"This is where you wanted to come, huh?" He asks me.

"Yeah, I got some business here." I try and act cool, but....

"Drug dealing?" He gives me a sharp look.

"Ahh! No, no. Graves of family and all that from the landslide. Hah, sure did sound shady for a moment there, didn't I?" Oops....

"You're in that big ol' trench coat. Not much else someone would expect. Hmm," He squints at me slightly, trying to read my features, "You'd have to have been pretty young. I heard nobody died in the landslide either."

"Not true, I lost my pet rabit." To that, he gives me a harsh, dubious look. "Hey, now. For a young kid, that's pretty heavy."

"Gonna put some flowers on its grave?" He mocks.

I can't blame him, though. A twenty year old man wouldn't come back for his pet rabit's restless spirit.

"I'm a sentimental guy. I don't like to forget things." Now I'm just wasting time.

"Whatever. Go fluff the grave and come back."

"Huh? Oh, no. I'll walk back." I reply.

"Walk?" He seems a bit shocked. "I drive you out all this way and you're gonna walk back? It's a dangerous path even in a car, son."

"It'll be fine. If the rain gets too bad I'll sleep in one of the old buildings. I'm sure the mice wont mind." I laugh as I step off the bus.

The bus driver scoffs and starts up the engine. The door closes with a slight squeak. After a bit of time, the bus takes off down the old, muddy street. At the corner, he pulls a U-turn and begins to head back toward town. The farther away he gets, the more tense I become. The rain is so loud. It's like taking a shower and trying to hear a pin drop. The bus will be out of sight, soon. We both know that everything starts when that driver isn't watching me in the rearview mirror anymore.

It's gone....

Before I even have time to contemplate how tense I am, I hear a voice in front of me. They appeared out of nowhere.

"I didn't think I would get any visitors out here." A bright, chipper femanine voice pireces the air.

She looks about my age, dressed in a mix of random fashions, likely from stolen clothing. She's cute. Why is she smiling? I hate it so much when they smile at me. They shouldn't be excited to see me.

"Are you gonna talk back?" Try as the rain might, it can't make her voice sound any less beautiful.

"You know why I'm here, right?" I ask her.

"Yeah....I do. But I've been so lonely, so I wanted to talk a bit, if that's alright?" She gives me a puppy-stare I almost can't say no to.

"I'd prefer not to. Last time I indulged one of you, they took advantage of the moment and tried to kill me." I explain with a sigh.

"It's only fair, right?" She giggles. Why is she so damn happy?

"Yeah, I guess." I left my hand slide into a nearby shadow. It's hard to find one in all this rain. I hate rain and night for that reason. From that shadow, I pull out a dagger.

Her eyes droop a bit at the sight of my blade, but her smile stays. "I really don't want to fight...."

"You have to. Sorry." I give a cold reply. I won't let that bubbly personality get to me.

"...Am I going to die?" She asks. Now her voice is sad. No one, not even a ghost could ask that without sadness.

"I'm sorry." I can't waste any more time. I rush at her, bounding across the street in seconds and slicing for her neck. I hit only the air.

"I think it's sort of silly how you had to ride a bus here. You have a sword, and that long, black coat, but you don't explode out of some shadowy vortex or even drive a car of your own." She continues trying to talk to me.

"I'm working on it!" I try again. I assumed she was weaker due to her aprehension, but its obvious that she's just as powerful as the rest. Just as before, I make the air suffer the sting of my blade.

This time, she remains next to me. It seems like she's about to talk, but I don't give her the chance, I swing again and again. She's fast. Amazingly fast. She's faster than me, which is worthy of praise all on its own. I don't beleive that super speed is her special ability, though.

I duck for a moment and try to sweep her legs with a kick, then I quickly slash where I know she'll stand. Her expression is hard to reason. She's both curious and shocked. What could she be thinking?

Before my blade bites into her, I feel something soft against my back. Breasts, to be exact. She's hugging me from behind, holding my arms down. Not only is she fast, but she's strong enough to keep me from knocking her away. I can't tell what she's doing. How is she always just one step ahead of me? There's a reason, I just have to find it.

"Please...I don't want to hurt anyone. Not anymore." She says in a sad whisper. I'd beleive her if she didn't have a kill count higher than mine.

I stuggle, but I can't break free. Things start to become hazy. Is she draining my life away? I don't feel weak.

"Doesn't it feel lonely like this?" She keeps pleading

My vision is fading. Feeling is starting to leave me. Everything is slowly turning grey.

"You'll catch a cold if you stay out here too long...." She lets go and I fall helplessly to the ground. I can't move because I'm so weak. My shadow blade has vanished because I can't hold it together. My mind...is fine. If I'm dying, shouldn't my thoughts be disoriented?

I can see her. She's standing above me with her hands lightly pressed against her skirt to keep me from seeing up it. She's crying. Why is she crying? Why is she smiling? Why is she so cute?

"A memory should be forgotten, Andy...." She says. I haven't been called "Andy" in so long...It's nostalgic.

"I don't want to forget you...that's why I have to stop you from becoming something you're not." I reply. I can still talk, too. I can't see anymore. I can't feel. I can only hear our voices in the floating darkness.

"That's mean. You know I really liked you back then. You can't just come out saying cool stuff like that." She teases. It feels nice to talk with her again. She was cute back then, too. I don't think I was likeable, though. Maybe more-so, since I wasn't trying to stab her back then.

"Let me go, demon." I demand.

"That's not my name, Andy." She pouts.

"You don't have one. You lost it when you started killing the others." I reply more harshly.

"I'm sorry, Andy...." She says.

"My name's Andril, Kay!" I shout at her. I hate "Andy". Kay would always call me that to endear me to her.

"So you do remember?" She giggles.

"Yeah, I know your name! I told you I'm not forgetting you!" I shout.

"Sorry, Andy. But you're not ready to remember me yet....so you should just forget. Night." She says before my mind fades to black.