By Nightflower
She watched the town from high atop the building. "City of the damned," she whispered softly, "Are you here?"
She was tall and wearing a long cloak that shadowed the features of her face. She mused to herself, "They say that this city... it has more of his disgusting creatures than New York. I doubt that very much... New York was crawling with his goons. Still... it might be worth a shot... if he was here. Or it might be a mistake."
Suddenly her left arm glowed green and she winced in pain. Her hands gripped the railing tightly. She whispered through clenched teeth, "I need to feed...but just a few more months...if I could wait a few more months."
The pain increased, until she thought she would faint. "I can't...I have to!"
She launched herself from the top of the building into a free fall, flipped over and landed neatly, feet first, on the smaller, two-storey building down below.
The old man walked a little quicker. He really shouldn't be here, in these dark narrow alleys, close to the center of the town. And at this hour! Who knew what freaks and weirdoes lurked out tonight?
Just then he heard a rustling and a thump. He gasped, and stopped, holding tightly to his wallet. "Who- who- who's there?"
From the shadows stepped a man. But he was too tall, too broad to be a man, and he was green. The abomination leered at him.
The old man shrieked. "I- I- I- here, take my money, take all of it." He threw his wallet on the ground, but the monster did not move to take it. The thing was still staring at him.
The man began to back away, very slowly. But suddenly, he bumped into something...and it wasn't the wall. He turned around.
Another monster stared down at him, grinning with uneven yellow teeth. There were two of them!
Just then, the old man felt an enormous hand reach around his neck. He began to whimper. The hand began to pull and...
POW! CRASH! "Unh!"
The old man dared to look. Something was fighting with the monster, something covered in black- smaller, but quick, and strong. Frightened, he ran away.
Cybersix and Data 7 attacked the Fixed Idea with quick, swift movements. The monster went down and disintegrated, leaving a small vial with glowing green liquid inside. Cybersix picked it up.
"That's one," she said to herself. She turned around to kill the other.
Cybersix cried out in surprise when she saw that the second Fixed Idea had already been soundlessly beaten and was now vaporizing to nothing. Its vial was missing. Behind it was a person, hidden in the shadows of the alley. Cybersix could not make out the features of the person, for he, or she, was hidden within the folds of his/her thick cloak, with the hood pulled over the face. The person must be strong, she thought, strong enough to kill a Fixed Idea.
"Who are you?"
The stranger did not seem to hear. She, for her voice was feminine, was talking to herself, very softly. "A Fixed Idea. So he is here. I wonder if he- I- What?" Confused.
"Who are you?" repeated Cybersix, "And how do you know what a Fixed Idea is?"
The person was about to reply, but then she was suspicious. "How do you know what a Fixed Idea is?"
"Because I- I do. I fight them and protect the people. Now, what about you? Answer my questions!"
She relaxed, just a little. But then she tensed again when she saw the vial of sustenance in Cybersix's hand. "Why do you have that?"
Cybersix looked down in surprise. "This? I need this."
The stranger backed away. "Need it? But no one needs sustenance except for... you! You're one of them!"
"No..." Cybersix advanced towards the woman.
"Get away from me!" Her voice was sharp. "Does he know I'm alive? This was a mistake to come to Meridiana," she muttered to herself."
"Wait-" protested Cybersix, and in frustration, lunged at the mysterious stranger.
But to the shock of Cybersix, the cloaked figure shot four stories into the air and onto the building's rooftop.
