November 24, 2011 9:27 P.M.

Dream had always had an affection for the night. Maybe it was because he would always fall asleep during class and then be up most of the night for not being tired. Most of the time he would be up until his mom came home at 2:00 in the morning and then just start a horrible cycle until the weekend.

"If only I had night school," Dream would think most of the time on the way home, "Then I wouldn't have this problem in the first place."

As he walked he remembered the times that he would arrive late to class, mostly P.E. That was by far his favorite class, since the walk home didn't count as a class. Not because it had no homework or even because it was the only class that he and Travis shared. I was because of Kathy. Her beautiful face would always lighten his sprit to the point of him feeling like he could easily do a back flip. He still had yet to successfully perform one. He couldn't explain it but every time he looked at her during those cloudy autumn mornings he could swear that the sun would broke through and only shin on her. As if the solar system was saying, "This is a holy angel from god, and it's all for you."

"You were so nervous every day. Always looking down in intimidation," Kathy said behind Dream, nearly whispering it in his ear. Her hair brushed on his back from her sudden lean forward as she walked behind him. The air from her words tickled him.

"Haha stop that." He giggled, rubbing his ear with his shoulder.

She reached out a arm between his left arm and his body, moving his hand slightly out of the coat's pocket. Her fingers were cold and pale. The seem to long for the touch of an other.

"Hold my hand, I don't want to get lost in this dark place. Please? You always like to hold hands. It's getting cold."

Dream didn't budge his hand. Kathy's arm slumped from the decline.

"Why not? We never get to hold hands!" She stomped her foot down and crossed her arms, "Don't do this to yourself Dream, you know you want to hold my hand. Is it because you don't want me around anymore?" Dream turned around.

"Sorry, it just that holding hands is for kids when they're with there parents. I don't really want to be seen as your father or something." He said shrugging his shoulders.

"What kind of cockamamie belief is that? Do you know how stupid you sound?" Kathy said poking his chest, "Do you really think that's a legitimate reason?"

Dream sighed, "It might not be to you, but that's the way I see things, maybe if you were more considerate of others' beliefs then you wouldn't be such a suicidal bitch."

Kathy gasped. Dream couldn't believe that it was him that said that either. Did he mean it? Even he wasn't sure, "I… sorry… I didn't mean to be so cruel. I'm just, preoccupied right no. I tend to act mindless when I'm nervous, you remember right? Like when I first met you. Would you come back some other time. Preferably when I am not getting ready to kill someone."

She played with her lower lip, "Ok, I'll do that. Think of me while I'm gone, okay?"

"Always." Kathy giggled as she closed in towards Dream to give him a kiss.

Darnsel turned around noticing that Dream was a whole street behind with his back turned the other way, " Sir, are you alright?"

Dream shook his head back to the real world. He stared into the air until Darnsel called him again. He turned and saw him way up ahead. He ran to catch up.

"Yeah, fine," He thought to Darnsel, "Just got lost in memories. Continue."

"There's someone else here with us, isn't there?" Darnsel said, feeling that he knew everything.

"It's Kathy," Dream said kicking a fast food soda cup into the grass lawn next to the sidewalk, "I want her back, but she thinks that she doesn't feel love."

"Maybe she doesn't." Darnsel commented.

Dream scoffed, "Yeah right, and I became fluent in Spanish thanks to the one year I spent in class. If she couldn't feel love then how can she find someone to start a family with."

"You don't need to be in love to have a family."

"Oh yeah smart ass, name one family where the parents didn't love each other."

"Yours."

"Ok, lets just go back to walking." Dream said heading in front of Darnsel.

The duo could here the punk music blasting out from the bar's open door as they waited outside. Darnsel perched himself on a motorcycle's handle bar while Dream cracked his knuckle's.

"Are you sure he's in there?" He flexed out his fingers, "What time does he get here?"

"In and around 9:30 p.m."

"And what time is it now?"

"Judging from the moon's position right now, close to after 10." Darnsel said looking up at the washed out night sky, due to them being near a light post.

"That's kind of cool how you can do that," Dream said about his ability to tell time with the moon, "Did you have to learn it to be a crow?"

"No, no I knew how from my human life. I had numerous amounts of unusual hobbies. Plus I had a lot of free time as a kid. No television."

"Dang, Wish I could learn helpful things. I guess school really was a big waste of time."

"I think the blame goes to the no child left behind act." Darnsel said half sighing, half growling.

"Damn Bush." Dream reply, "Alright enough chit chat. I gotta take care of some business. But we can gobble after."

"Gobble?" Darnsel said questioning his term's usage.

"Yeah, gobble, like how turkey's … shut up." He left and heading into the bar.

"That kids something else." Darnsel said to himself, "Almost reminds me of my teen years."

The atmosphere consisted of alcohol and bikers as he entered. A few eyes were drawn by him, but mostly because they were still sober and noticed a dude with an out of place get up. He saw lips moving and fingers being pointed with all the same subject in question. Who was this freak that entered the bar and what the fuck was wrong with him?

"Hey, do you have an I.D.?" The bartender asked to Dream.

"I am looking for a man that follows the title of Desicore." Dream said holding up a hand to make himself noticeable. No one listened to him though.

"Hey, show me an I.D. or get out." The bartender continued to pester more aggressively.

Dream walked over to one of the TV's that was attached to the ceiling. He picked up on of the metal stools and flung it at the TV, creaking the screen and causing the stool to ricochet off and nearly crash into the people sitting at a table near the bathroom. Everyone's attention was fixed on Dream as the sound fizzled from the broken television.

"What the fuck do you think you're doing?" The bartender shrieked.

"I see that I hold your attention. I want Desicore in front of me right now."

"Get this freak out of here! And call the cops, I want him to repair the fucking TV that he smashed." The bartender ordered to security. One tried to pull Dream's arm to his back as the police do when they cuff someone, but Dream kept his arm mostly straight as they struggled. The guard attempted to push Dream's leg down to get him on his knees but Dream was preemptive in these situations and raised his leg to dodge the guy's foot. He took a slight step forward using the previously raised right leg and with his left delivered a groin stretching kick to his chin, lifting the man a few centimeters off the ground and knocking him out instantly.

The second guard tried to grabbed Dream's left arm, but as he did Dream swung him into the wall. The heavy man groaned as his face was pressed against the wall by Dream's other hand.

"I'm not some reckless alcoholic that needs to live in the drunk tank. I guess they really do only train you to deal with drunks."

Dream dealt a punch to his temple, enough to make the guard go limp but still breathing.

"I'm Desicore." Someone said from the pool table. It was a tall, well built man holding a pool cue. Some the others around him got out switchblades or broke beer bottles.

"What do you want?" He said cracking his neck.

"I have gifts for you."

Some of the patrons left to avoid getting caught up in the fight. Others just continued to drink, not even caring about the tension building right next to them. The bartender pulled out his Mossberg 500 shotgun from under the counter and aimed it at Dream.

"I want you out of here. Now!" He pumped it, loading in a shell.

"Go ahead," Dream said walking up in front of the barrel and grabbing it with his right hand, "I want you to fire. You can't miss."

The bartender struggled to move the barrel away but Dream's grip was inhuman, "You know you have to fire. The guilt, the nightmares after will follow you forever, but you know deep in your soul that this was woven in the cloth that makes your lifeline. Do it! Right now!"

He fired. The gun kicked back as Dream's grip disappeared. His body fell limp onto the ground, a wide open hole dug through his entire torso, the middle merely bits of hanging flesh and exposed inside. Black fluid flowed from the giant wound, covering the floor around him. It seem to be moving with a will, not just flowing as liquids do, but as if it was conscious.

"I am but a shadow. Nothing but the darkness left by a human's existence. I can't do anything that isn't wanted from someone's destiny. My actions will only be witnessed by the innocent and feared by the deserved."

The thick black liquid supported Dream's weight as it lifted him back upright, "So there's nothing to be afraid of if I'm nothing. Right?" He got his face close enough to the bartender's face to have his sweat smear onto his face, "Right? Wrong!"

Dream took a mug from the counter and smashed it against the man's head, the glass shattering on impact and knocking him out instantly. Before he touched the ground, Dream took his shotgun and pumped it as the black fluid crept back into him. Decisore's men and women charged at him as Dream opened fire, blasting them away one by one. Two of them were killed instantly as the other two were still breathing until they bled to death from the immense power of the buck shots.

Dream picked up a large shard from the broken mug and dodged the last two guards as they slashed at him. He ducked under one's arm and jabbed the shard into his neck, having him squirt blood out of his severed artery. He quickly spun around and whacked the other one with the butt of the empty shotgun. She fell to the ground and the last thing she saw was Dream's boot speeding at her face. Blood from her mouth and nose splattered against the chairs and table legs next to them. Without looking Dream flung the shotgun with one hand at Desicore and followed with a kick as he jumped at him.

Desicore backhanded to shotgun away and dodged the kick to the side, countering with a whack to Dream's back with the pool cue. Dream landed on the pool table as Desicore jumped on as well. Dream tried to block all of his attacks but some broke through his defense. The pool cue stung his skin as the wood struck him in the torso. A sweeping swing at Dream's legs knocked him of his feet and slamming down onto the table. Desicore kicked him repeatedly in the chest, increasing the force with each kick.

"I show you that you're not to mess with me sonny!" He yelled, telling each word between blows. He began to stomp on his head, blood dripped upwards after each of the stomps. After Desicore was nearly exhausted from all of the hits he finished his onslaught with a final kick to the face.

Dream rolled over, his face down towards the table. Desicore pulled his head up by his hair and equipped his H&K USP 9mm, "I was a bit curious about why you wanted to fuck with me, but I guess I'll live without knowing it. Unlike you, Andare all'inferno." He emptied out the clip into the back of Dream's skull. Exhausted, he reloaded a full clip and checked to see if he was still moving. After not seeing any viable signs, he knocked the limp body off of the table.

"Glad that's over with." He said getting of the table and releasing a sigh of relief, "I hope I wake up from this nightmare."

Unknowingly to Desicore, Dream crawled under the table and gave it a short piggy back ride to flip it over onto Desicore. He yelled as the table crushed him under it's immense weight. Dream lifted it off of Desicore to see him barely able to move. The blow plus the exhaustion had Desicore left almost unconscious. The last thing he saw before he lost consciousness was Dream saying, "I've been to hell, it sucks. But it takes us to create it now doesn't it, murderer."

Desicore couldn't see anything. He seemed to be dreaming but he had the feeling of being awake. There was nothing around him. Not even a ground under him.

"I've always been curious Mr. D, why do you do the things you do?" A voice asked him.

"It was that kid, the one at the bar, did he kill me? Or did I kill him and just pass out from the work out?"

"I just don't care about anyone. I've pretty much exiled myself from society ever since I was in Iraq during the Gulf war. I killed more people than I could count and I loved every minute of it. The adrenaline rush, the tension, the risk involved. Everything plus the pay check at the end. These are hard times we're living in. I probably would be even here where I am now if the economy didn't collapse like a deck of cards. I realized after my first contract that no matter what advances we make in technology or breakthroughs in any research that deep down, each one of us is still an animal. The only thing that really stops us from freely killing each other willy nilly is our humanity. Sadly for me, I guess the second uncorrected kill I did was to my own humanity.

"Do you ever regret killing those people?"

"I lost the ability to regret a long time ago. I admit to everything that I've done in life. I don't deserve much from death. I deserve hell. Every day I want it to be my last. Not because I hate life, or because I'm a little pussy about reality. I just want to stop the guilt. Every day I have to look at myself in the mirror and pretend that the people that I killed are non real. That they were just in so random dream and that they never existed. But then I see my work in the papers and it kind of hits me from both ways. I get a bit fame doused for the most of it, but the feeling that I ruined a family will never escape my soul. But I do pray for them to go to heaven. They do deserve it, well the innocent ones.

"Like my mother?"

"Who?"

Desicore awoke to a powerful wind blowing against his body. It was still night time, but something was off. He saw the buildings around him from an upside down view point, the top where the ground was suppose to be. He seemed to be on top of the oil rig in the industrial section of the city. Someone was laughing from the rails that he hung from.

"And the first thing he does is make himself a hot dog. It was 4:00 in the morning on a Saturday! I tell ya man that guy is funny."

"Who's there?" Desicore asked, trying to look down in order to look up. He saw a huge murder of crows covering every bit of the rig above him and one man sitting down on the rails that made up the basic structure that extended from the center.

"Huh? Oh yeah the murderer." The man said sounding as if he'd forgotten that he left someone dangling on a rope 12,000 feet high, "I guess I need to practice more with the mind manipulation."

"You messed with my head? How?" Desicore yelled furious about the fact that someone have invaded his privacy.

"It only take one drop of my blood to be apart of you. The mind manipulation was the real work of endurance. I still feel a bit numb in my fingers. Don't worry though, all we did was get over here and nothing more, although it was tempting to have you trash up my old school, but I was barely about to just get you to the rig without feeling drained, let alone up this fucking thing! I was interesting my plan though. I made it so that when you were awake you thought that you were awake and visa versa."

"Get me down from here!" Desicore said starting to panic.

"What's the matter Dessy? Fear of heights." Dream paced around on the rails, placing his feet perfectly in the middle of the metal, "I would have had this talk somewhere else but the night life this city emits is relaxing. Don't you agree?"

"Why are you doing this? Who sent you?"

"I sent myself. But let me make you work for the why. Do you remember a hit you did 2 years back. A 50 year old woman that you murdered in the middle of the night. You shot her right in the head." He made a demonstration using Desicore's USP and his own head."

Desicore thought for a split second then was granted the light bulb, "Oh yeah. The leader of that crazy catholic gang paid me for that. The stupid bitch tried to fight back but I made it quick. I kind of like it when they fight, makes the job a bit more fun. So you're her husband or something?"

"I'm her fucking son!" Dream yelled, but thought to himself, "I don't look that old, do I?"

"I thought you died. The whole thing was on the news the day after."

"Mistakes happen. It was on a technicality." Dream said, but only confused Desicore even more.

"So in return you're going to kill me. You must feel like a big man, huh?" Desicore let out a small nervous chuckle.

"Yes, but I do wish that I could feel as big as a man that kills helpless, innocent, unarmed, citizens that you have no affiliation to."

"Guilty as charged. So are you just going to let me hang here until the police find us."

"Not quite. I want you to feel fear. My mother died in fear for her life because of you. So it's the least I can do. I've always been told to face your fears. Now it's your turn, can you handle it?"

"Well see." Desicore said semi calmly, "But, It's funny if you think of it."

"What is?" Dream asked confused about his comment's origins.

"I am merely a business man. Someone pays for my services and I work my magic. If you think of it, I'm no different than a waiter, farmer, cook, teacher, construction worker, or any other salary employee."

"You murder people and you compare yourself to a farmer?"

"They kill live stock to feed us don't they? A lumber jack kills trees to get us the paper and wood that we need. Are you saying that I'm still different?"

"You kill human beings. That's not comparable to cows and chickens."

"They're alive aren't they. If you knew the real world that wasn't so candy coated then you would realize why I love my work."

"You still will pay for what you've done, wrong or not."

"If only others paid for their sins, then the recession would be eternal."

Dream didn't answer. He was practicing standing on his hands while they waited, which made Desicore even more nervous because of the vibrations every time Dream fell and tried again

Soon enough Desicore couldn't look up anymore, his neck gave up as the sight of the ground made his stomach flip, "Get me down! Please get me down!" He started hyperventilating.

Dream walked up to where the rope was tied to one of the top rails.

"I'm feeling a bit generous today, so I'll let you go." he grabbed the rope and untied with one hand. He then caught it with the other.

"You won't regret this boy." Desicore said laughing in relief, "I knew you would see it my way."

Dream held the rope a reached into his pocket, "By the way, remember in the bar how I said I had presents for you? The first one was fear. The second was repent. Now the third, and my personal favorite, is death. Yours."

He pulled his knife and slowly sawed at the rope below his hand. Desicore screamed out cries of mercy but they fell on deaf ears. The last braid of rope snapped and separated the rope tied to Desicore's feet from the piece that was in Dream's hand.

"See ya on the flip side you stupid fuck! Oh you might need this." He said tossing the rope end after Desicore's plummeting body.

Desicore screamed the whole way down until the ground ceased all that made Desicore alive function. His bodies reaction to the fall resembled a watermelon filled with organs and a skeleton, practically exploding from the impact. The velocity and the cement together combined to create instant and messy death. Dream let our a load and almost over reactive cackle, the crows that covered the top of the rig flew away in all directions as he did.

"Go my friends!" He yelled out still cackling, "Announce in the death of the loathed Desicore in your beautiful cries. It's only a matter of time that someone will hear it. And hopefully clean it up!" The cackle seemed to echo among the buildings that made up the city. Dream looked down at it.

"Look at it Darnsel," Dream said getting as close to the edge as possible, "It's filled with the killers and victims that the humans are known for. With the powers of this body, we shall destroy them all. There sins are like bright beacons in a Siberian tundra. All it takes is my attention. Let the fun begin!"