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Dwight Anderson and
Saber-Strike were created by the MAD-MAN.
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Missing Love chapter5
"Hhmmm… Would it be to much to ask that time stops right here." Ailec was sitting with Dwight on the roof of the stadium. She was leaning against his shoulder and resting her head against his while he had his arm around her shoulders.
The night was growing old and the sky was turning the dark black that comes before light. The two of them had left the stadium dance floor before the select corps could arrive and Dwight had lead her up here where a half completed balcony of sorts was.
"Time presses on. And so must we." Ailec sat up with a start and griped his arm tightly as she thought he was going to leave. He actually winced as her nails bit into his skin through the fine black suit. "But not yet. There is time for the sunrise. At least."
That was still to soon for Ailec, and it broke the happiness that had filled her ever since their dance. "Why do you need to leave? Cant you stay here, or I could go with you."
Dwight stood up and walked to the rail that looked down to the distant ground. Ailec thought he might leave right there, hopping over the rail a vanishing before touching the ground. She started to rise when his words stopped her, freezing her in place half risen. "Don't ask me that. I don't think I could say no."
For a brief moment she was scared and confused, "why would that be wrong?" she watched his back tense, something uncommon to his demeanor that was usually so fluid and graceful.
He didn't turn around and his back became even straighter, as though fighting of something he feared. "Because I have a duty to do." His hands curled into fists and he slammed one down on the stone railing. "My duty is important. And I can't stay near you or I will lose the ability to do it."
Ailec's temper flared and she leapt to her feet and stomped over to him and spun him around to look into his hard eyes. "Why! Why couldn't you be with me and do your duty? Why is your duty so important that you cant be happy?" her glared into his eyes and realized with a start that they where no longer hard and distant.
It startled her so much she actually took a step back; Dwight saw her reaction and turned back to the rail again. "My duty is more important than you would expect. More so because I gave it to myself. The world has many enemies and although removing them all is imposable I remove those that grip to much or feed on the innocent."
He drove his fist down again, the tense skin splitting on the stone and blood jumping across his fingers. "I need to be hard and without weaknesses. Morals and desires to protect where the only things I knew before I stumbled across you. They drove me and gave me strength."
The bleeding fist slammed down again, splitting the skin further and making Ailec eyes widen. She couldn't move, couldn't even look away from this man she had thought made of stone. "After you I find that my strength was nothing but a lie to myself. A false hope that kept me cold and heartless simply so I could continue to fight without feeling."
Dwight turned his head and she saw his eyes look at her, inside it was like shifting peaces of broken ice. Ice that was trying not to melt and was tearing at his feelings of duty and others he feared for not having felt them before. She couldn't look away, both glad and afraid of what she was doing to this man before her. Her heart raced at the thought of him actually loving her so much while her mind raced with questions of weather he would no longer be who she loved or not.
Dwight stood up and his spine relaxed while he took a handkerchief from a pocket and wrapped his bleeding hand in it. When he looked into her eyes again the ice was solid and cold again, but riddled with invisible cracks only her heart knew was there. "Goodbye Ailec. Remember, there are those who would hurt you."
Just as she had feared he placed a hand on the rail and leapt over, cape flapping in the wind and face silhouetted against the sun as it broke over the world. For only a moment then he was gone. She didn't rush to the rail for she knew he had never even neared the ground. She watched the sun rising up over the world and tried thinking of why anyone would want to hurt her but her mind had only one thing in it.
She turned and rushed downstairs, hurrying to get home and get the image captured in paint. A man in black silhouetted against the rising sun standing as though on air with a hand tossed behind him. A hand not held for balance or farewell but a silent question, 'wait for me?'
She didn't know weather she was deluding herself or not but she cared little about it. She had to capture it on canvas before she thought on it too much. She didn't care what her paints would say she had to paint it.
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Dwight watched as the cab Ailec was in, the limo left long before, dove off. A shadow behind him faded and Saber-Strike was there. He turned and started away towards his condemned home to get ready. "We have work to do. Lets get it done."
Sorry about the shortness but I am overworked with so many stories. Don't worry this one will be finished; it just might be a while between updates.
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