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2413
A girl sat on the roof of a skyscraper. It was the tallest building in the city. She came up there most nights to look at the stars. She sat quietly gazing at the sky. She didn't seem to notice that the wind had picked up speed and was whipping her short, brown hair about her thin face. She also didn't seem to notice the gathering storm clouds. A door opened behind her, and a janitor came out to join her. "Hey, Desty, I'm about to lock the place up." She stood and faced him. "Hey, thanks for letting me up here." He nodded. It had become habit. They both turned and walked downstairs. When he finished locking up, he turned to Desty. "You're going to want to hurry and get to wherever you're headed before that storm hits." He said looking up at the ominous clouds. He hadn't said "home", because anyone who knew Desty knew that she didn't have a home. Like so many kids these days, she lived on the streets. She slept wherever she felt like sleeping. "Don't worry about me, Jake. I'll be fine. Tell Rosa and the kids hello for me." Jake nodded. "G'night, Desty." "Night, Jake." He watched her walk off. Most street kids irritated him; they tended to be loud, rude and obnoxious. Not Desty, she was different. She was quiet, reserved, and serious. She cared about people. More than once he had seen her give part of what might have been her only meal in days to someone who didn't have any food at all. He had started packing double lunches with him and giving half to Desty. This had annoyed his wife, but most things annoyed Rosa. He chuckled softly as he thought of his wife. When Desty was out of sight, he got in his car and headed home.
Desty walked along in silence. Most people hated walking the streets of L.A. after dark. She didn't care, she was used to it. In fact she preferred it. The daytime streets where usually noisy and crowded with people who didn't care about anything but work and staying as far away from street kids as possible. At night the streets were quieter, and it was easier to think. She looked up at the sky and noticed the clouds. "Those storm clouds are moving in awful fast." She whispered. She was passing through an empty alleyway. Almost as soon as the words were out of her mouth, it began to rain. Soon the lightning came. She began to search for a place to get shelter from the storm. She looked down the alley and, for a moment, thought her eyes were playing tricks on her. A type of vortex seemed to materialize out of nowhere. Desty stood frozen in shock as the rain continued to beat down on her and the vortex grew bigger. After what seemed ages, but was only a few seconds, two figures appeared where the vortex had been. They stood ready to fight; one of them was brandishing a sword. He nearly fell over when he found no enemy. When he found his balance, he turned to the other man. "What happened to the demons?" Desty, who was still standing in the same spot, spoke up. "What demons?" "Angel, I hate to burst your bubble, but I don't think they're here." "What are you talking about, Spike? You saw them? I was about to take on the dragon." "I saw them, but I'm telling you they aren't here now." Desty spoke up again. "I don't mean to pry, but who are you?" The two men finally took notice of her. Angel spoke next. "You wouldn't happen to have seen a horde of demons pass by recently?" Desty shook her head. "Demon's don't need to travel in hordes anymore. There are way more of them than there are of us." Spike stepped forward. "Come again? What year is this?" "2413, why do you ask?"
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