She dreamt of the Man. He had long black hair, with very pale skin. He scared her, with his snake like eyes and tongue, he scared her a great deal. He talked about how he was inside of her, and how his spirit was bonded to hers in a way that nothing could ever break it.

This was the first time, the first time she had decided to talk to him. She knew he couldn't hurt her, not after that sealing.

" I'm a part of you." he hissed from the darkness.

" What do you mean." she said as she placed a cautious hand on the cage that imprisoned him.

" It means you can never get rid of me." his tongue slid out of his mouth and he licked his lips in a sickeningly way. Rika jumped back and started to shake from a nauseating feeling she had.

" What do you want? I know you want something." she willed herself to speak.

" My darling," he sounded sweet, but their was little depth to it " all I want is you." He looked at her, no, more like through her, straight into her soul. He could see all the things she both loved and hated. He saw all that terrified her, all that made her feel ill. She felt violated. Her eyes widened, and she started to scream.

He laughed a sickening laugh. The kind of laugh that sends chills up your spine. The kind of laugh you would hear with your last second of life from your killer who took joy in killing. That was the laugh He had.

" Why do you scream my sweet child? I'm only looking at you. Does my looking at you terrify you that much?" he paused, then continued "Well…it should." he laughed yet again.

Rika turned and started to run. " Don't leave yet!" he laughed again. " We aren't done talking yet!" he started to sound a little sad. His voice made her stop. He sounded truly hurt, it was as if he didn't really want to be alone. She turned around to face him once more. She looked at him, really looked at him. He was scary, yes, but their was something underneath all that. His eyes were full of pain, as if he had lost someone very close to him, or something horrible happened too him, or he once knew happiness, but only for a second and it was violently taken from him. She knew how that felt. She knew what it was like to feel your happiness ripped from your very soul. Rika began to walk back to him, slowly.

" Why are you like this?" she asked putting her hand, yet again, on the bars of his cage.

" I simply want to live on." his voice was coated with a bland mixture, but beneath he sounded as if he wanted to tell her why.

She decided not to push it. So she sat down next to the bars just out of his reach. She leaned on her palms behind her, and she looked up at the man. He sat down in his own space also. His legs were crossed. He was shoe-less and shirt-less. He seemed, for just a second, like her father when he wanted to sit and talk, and do nothing more. He opened her mouth to speak, but no sound came out. She wanted to ask him so much. Why was he in her? What made her so special? She tried to speak, but it was futile. So, she closed her mouth and they just stared at one another. Content for the moment.