* I don't own Weiss Kreuz or anything like that, blah blah blah, and any other disclaimers
or legal stuff I forgot to mention. *

It was dream. And he knew it was a dream, because it was real. All his dreams were
real, while all his life was a fantasy. Everything he's destroyed: people's lives, churches,
his sanity, they held no meaning. Life was a fairy tale to him. He would kill happily ever
after.

But dreams, they were real. They held a deep meaning in his heart. Just like this
one. This dream, with the black angel. It was funny, a black angel. Weren't they all white?

His amusement turned to anger. God was mocking him with a black angel. The hatred
was visible as he snarled, his grip tightening on the handle of his knife. Had God finally
noticed the destruction he was causing? Was God suffering the pain he had once felt himself?
Was this angel here to beg for him to stop? Well, he will never stop. God will suffer. For
all eternity, God will suffer.

His lips peeled back into a feral grin. She was running. And he will chase her.
Chase her and draw blood. Not enough to kill her, but enough to make her scream. Ah, to hear
an angel scream. It will be music to his ears. And she will run. And he would hunt her
again. The predator and the prey. And so it begins...


So what do you think? R/R please. I've actually written some more for this, but I dun know
if I should post. It's only my second idea for a WK fic, and is the first fic I've
considered posting. Any comments please?

~ Silver Fox ~