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Alice's POV

I walked quickly down the alley, looking for some sort of entertainment...My ears picket up the scratch of a blade and then...the smell…The only smell that would drive me and the rest of my kind insane.

Blood.

I ran-darted-towards the smell. In a fraction of a second, I found the source. A little boy maybe ten, was trying to clean a switchblade with an old rag. his face was not one of a small boy's. He had the face of a cold greaser. He could sense I was there, he could feel my presence-which is very rare for a human-and looked around. When he didn't see anyone he continued to clean the crusted blood off of his blade, a frown on his face. I stepped out from the darkness revealing myself. He heard me and whipped around, holding the blade to my cold throat. I laughed and shook my head just causing a confused look and a few naughty words a little boy should never know.

"Who are you, lady?" He insisted.

I smiled warmly, trying to ignore the blood, "My name's Alice...you can't hurt me with that thing you know."

"Oh yeah?" He cocked his eyebrow, "You know, my buddy and I have killed people with this thing. What makes you think you'll live."

"Oh, I don't doubt you have. But you cant physically hurt me with that." I stated smartly.

He frowned as he ran the tip of the blade along my neck, muttering to himself when I didn't get a scratch.

"Wha..." He said with fear in his eyes.

I raised my eyebrows, "Oh, I won't hurt you. I...just saw you cleaning this knife and was wondering what a kid like you was doing out here on his lonesome."

"I just been out'a prison. My buddy had to fight off one of those other gangbang'as and ran off. He left his blade so I took it."

I touched his shoulder, he was quite tall for his age, "What's your name?"

"Dallas." He stated bluntly.

I nodded, "Last?"

"Winston."

Then my vision went fuzzy. I saw little clips of the future...Dallas running, about seven years older, Dallas walking alongside a short tan boy with dark black hair and suspicious eyes and a taller pale boy with red-brown hair and green-grey eyes...Dallas at the bedside of the tan boy. The little boy was burnt and laying in the hospital. The other boy, the one with the green-grey eyes was leaning in close, but had his hair dyed blond, like Dallas'. Then the clip came to those same three boys at a drive in movie, Dallas leaning in and talking dirty to a pretty red haired girl, and the other two sitting awkwardly in the corner. This wasn't New York where it took place...It looked like some other place, less violent.

The last vision was of Dallas running, a look of determination on his face. His eyes had no other feelings, he had been broken. A couple other boys were running towards him, shouting his name. I saw the tall pale boy in the back, but not the tan one. What had happened to him?

Dallas ran and ran, being chased by the police. He stopped under the street light, pulled out a gun, and was shot to the ground by a cop. He crumpled under the streetlight, with a look of triumph on his face.

I then saw the New York streets again, and saw the young Dallas staring at me.

"You know, you're not going to end up well." I stated. If I was human, I'd be crying my eyes out. I couldn't believe this poor boy's ending.

"What are you?" He asked, suspiciously staring at me.

I shook my head, "Just watch out." I told him although I knew the boy would forget this all and tragically die under a street light.

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