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    Story written on June 4, 2008 by New Dawn Fades.
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    Under light that I have never seen,up to the light,reach up to the blue.

    I picture her then. The dark hair, the dark eyes. The whites of her teeth. The shape of her, sharper than rocks pounded into the ocean, cutting through steel. I use to feel so much for her.

     

     

    “So tell me why can I do the things I do?”

     

     

    “You are an angel of destruction.”

     

     

    “Pavel seriously…….”

     

     

    “I am quite serious. You kill with no regret or remorse. Accurate to the hair, to the one thousandth, not a wasted bullet, not a care in the world. They made YOU perfect. With the help of family of course. You survived the most intense training, she did not. She cracked for love of all things. It was very serious when she vanished with you. The Agency was well…not pleased.”

     

     

    Not knowing or really caring what to believe….all I wanted to do was sleep.

     

     

    “I need to know Pavel. I need to understand.”

     

     

    “Of course you do.”

     

     

    We walked some more. And sat by a fireplace that looked as if it could cook 50 people inside of it. It stood almost to the ceiling and logs cut in half where inside though not lit. I could hear the steady hum of the air vents and noted their location behind Pavel’s leather backed chair. Oil paintings, dark vases of exotic flowers a desk with a leather office chair, a globe with North America circled in red on it, again that stupid tiger rug he was so fond of, rows and rows of bookcases, a flat panel television and back to his eyes I met. He smiled with the kind of pride that made me want to dismember him with it.

     

     

    He spoke in perfect English.

     

     

    “You where part of a government sponsored program in which the homicidal tendencies of youth where harnessed and unleashed to kill enemies of the state too great for conventional cleaners. It was thought the effort would be more intense and efficient if the subject enjoyed the work. There was a fair amount of gene therapy involved. You where chosen based on a crime you committed as a young adult. If I remember from the files Carmen obtained for me, you committed the crime of arson.”

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    2. Glad you’re back, have read everything you’ve ever written and luved every bit of it. No one writes like u my friend, no one!!! Welcome back to the fold.

    3. So happy to see that you are back. I look forward to reading the next chapter. One question: You started a sequel to Pyromance, but it is no longer available here; any chance that you will repost it?

    4. with you and with ashtuck back writing, the world feels right again. isn’t that ironic, given the ocasionally dystopic nature of your, her and my own writings (given that i’m the one making some random judgement about the world being right again). huh. well, i’m thrilled. beyond thrilled. i’m going to re-read this later newdawn, but just so you know, i nominated you for the no-longer existent awards as one of my top choices for one who shoulda snagged one. happy to see you back:)

    5. It’s so exciting to see something new from you, and it was fantastic as always. You’re one of my favorite writers and one of the only reasons I come in daily, hoping to catch an update. Thanx for posting NDF….can’t wait to see where you take us next.

    6. Wow, great to see you’re writing again, not only because your writing style is ONE of a kind, but also because of the musical references :P (“How the Gods Kill” very appropriate, Danzig kicks ass!). That’s awesome. But regarding your author’s note (“I was convinced that um…well that you all would really dislike that one. It made this choice to finish this one really easy for me”): uh-oh. . . should we be worried?

    7. Yeeeee!!! Ur back!!! God, we missed ya… well I know at least I did, lol!! Whelp, I’m lovin’ diz as usual and I’m hopin you finna grace us wit anotha post. Like alwayz from me, Baby-gurl, LYLAS :p Stank, da’ one and only, chicka :D Holla at me if ya need anything, babez ;-)

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