She was standing on a street corner late at night, not far from an elementary school. She was dressed in a school uniform with a long dark skirt, white shirt and red bow. She had blonde hair and a dark blue beret on top of her head. She stood there with a well practiced look of sadness on her face. It was not long before a, 'nice old man.' came up to her asking if she was all right. She gave him a story about living alone with her single mom and how poor and hungry they were. She saw his eyes light up and he mentioned how he could her and her poor mother if only she would be 'nice' to him. She pretended not to understand what he meant. Eventually one thing led to another and she was following him back to his apartment.

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The nice old man was lying naked on his bed except for some leather chaps. Lucy glanced at him as she used her vectors to carefully search the apartment, tearing it apart but doing it quietly. Humans really were disgusting, no sin, no perversion; no crime was beneath them so long as no one was looking. Over the last year she had learned how to use her vectors in all sorts of ways. She could lift a wallet and retrieve it in seconds without anyone noticing. She could strangle someone so they didn't make a sound. She could even slip a vector into someone's skull and turn them off like a light, making it look like a brain aneurysm. She'd learned to stop ripping heads off or tearing people in half. Whenever a body was found that way the local papers went crazy. The police would suddenly appear on every other corner and people would become frightened, making things hard for her. Things were best; things were safest, when no one noticed her at all.

She had dealt with the pedophile by snapping his neck. It would seem that he had died during a burglary so no one would be surprised by a violent death. Hopefully he had a reputation as a child molester. She had not failed to notice that when certain people died such as criminals, perverts, or the homeless others simply did not care. Whereas killing a school child or a young mother? That would bring people out of the woodwork. Humans are such dirty hypocrites, they preach about how all life is sacred but it's really not. They pick and choose which lives have meaning and which don't.

Inside her mind there was sudden laughter. But they really are all the same. They're all equally worthless! The voice laughed for awhile before fading out. She had grown used to the voice inside her head and even thought of it as a friend.

She sometimes would stop and wonder if she was insane. Since she heard a voice and killed humans without remorse she figured that technically she probably was. But the idea didn't bother her any. To the insane madness was normal.

When her vectors were done she counted up the money and looked over a few rings and gold necklaces that she could pawn. Satisfied with her night's earnings she slipped everything into a pouch hidden underneath her skirt and quietly left the apartment.

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Her current home was a one bedroom efficiency in a rundown brick apartment building. It had a private bathroom, a mini kitchen with a sink, oven, fridge, and gas stove top. In the bedroom was a futon where she slept. She also kept a little television there. She liked to watch horror movies and news programs covering tragedies. She found watching humans suffer amusing.

Besides her t.v. and her futon about the only other things she had in her apartment were outfits. She kept hampers filled with her clothes. Dresses, shirts, pants, jeans, shorts, hats, and a few school girl uniforms. She also had several wigs. She removed the blonde one she had on and tossed it to the floor. She could be blonde one day and brunette the next. She could be school girl or be dressed up or dressed down; she was an expert at hiding herself.

She made it a point to never stay in any one place too long and she always traveled light. When she left this place she would take nothing but the clothes on her back and all her money. Her money was always in her possession. Everything else would just be left behind. It was best that way; there was nothing to tie her to any one place. If she found herself in any sort of trouble she could catchy the next train to the next town and never look back.

When she'd left Kamakura she'd wondered how she'd survive all on her own. That was before she truly understood two things; how truly worthless humans were, and just how powerful money was. It was freedom, pure and simple. If you just had enough of it you could do anything. That was because all humans were liars. They might pretend to be decent and care about things when others were watching, but the second they thought no one was they were ready to do anything just for a little money.

Technically a nine year old shouldn't have been able to live on her own. But whenever she'd arrive at a new town she'd find an apartment building in a poor section of the city and tell the landlord that her poor mother was busy working and that she needed to rent a place for the both of them. They would always object at first, until she showed them a pile of yen, usually enough for two or three apartments. Then amazingly enough they stopped caring about rules or doing what was right.

So long as she had money she could get whatever she needed. But she was still careful not to indulge or to show off. She knew what she needed to survive and didn't worry about having more than that. The humans were weak and pathetic and immoral to the core, but there were a lot of them. And she was all alone. Survival meant being invisible, it meant never staying in any one place too long. It meant doing whatever was necessary to get the money she needed to keep surviving. She stole and she killed and she lied and she never once felt guilty about any of it. She knew what humans really were, once you got past their words and their pretenses. They were all liars and heartless beasts. If they ever saw her horns they would rip her apart just because she was a freak. There was no place in the world for a freak like her. The only way she could have a place was to pretend and to hide.

Of course her voice would start talking about another way to have a place. To start killing all the humans she could find and make a place that way. She would never do that though. If she ever did that then Kouta…

Kouta would see her as a monster. She couldn't bear that. Everything she had done and endured up until now had been for his sake. It had all been so that she could be with him again. She'd endured eleven moths in hell all alone all so that she could have just a few weeks in heaven with Kouta.

In her bedroom was a calendar. With a marker she put an, 'X' through the day just ended. Thursday June first. In just three days she would meet Kouta again. Every single day she had thought about him and about what it would be like to see him again. In all the time she'd had to think about him and what he meant to her something had become very clear to her.

She really did love him.

She loved him and wanted to be with him forever. When she was older she wanted to marry him. Then they could have a family of their own and a dog and a nice house somewhere. And she would finally have a real place in this world. Her place was with Kouta. She was sure that if she could just be with him she could have a normal life without the running and the hiding or the killing. All she wanted was to be with Kouta.

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The next day she left her apartment with nothing but the clothes on her back and a hidden pouch stuffed with money. Feeling happier than she had in months she headed for the train station. She was very lucky top be living in Japan. The trains could take you almost anywhere in the country. And there were even automated ticket kiosks where you could purchase tickets with cash without having to bother explaining where your parents were. She bought her ticket for Kamakura and climbed on to the train. She was dressed in a plain white shirt with denim shorts and the same blue hat that Kouta had given her (it was her most prized possession.)

As the train left the station and began its long journey south her heart was fluttering in her chest. In just two more days she would see him again. She had plenty of money and would spend it in any way she wanted. She would not do any killing while she was there. She knew how to plan ahead and realized she would need to be able to meet him every summer until they were old enough to get married. She didn't dare create a pattern of killings in Kamakura every June that just might draw unwanted attention to her. For the next few weeks she was going to try to be as normal as she could and to have as much fun with Kouta as she could. She had deliberately avoided going to any zoos or attending and festivals. She wanted only enjoy those things with Kouta.

As she leaned back in her seat she shut her eyes and dreamed of her reunion with the boy she loved.