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Night had descended over New Domino City. Stars wandered the sky and the world seemed to be wrapped in a thick blue blanket. However, lights still flickered from buildings and people still went and came on the streets, for there was life at night, too.

Rex Goodwin gazed out over the now empty Kaiba Dome with satisfaction. The middle aged man's hair was long and gray, hanging over his suit. His blue eyes wandered, as if to expect something. His assistant, Lazar, in a white suit and red coat and bearing an uncanny resemblance to a circus performer, awaited him to speak.

In the back, reclining on the Sofa was an impatient Jack Atlas, decked out in his blue and white Evil-Kenivalesque attire.

"The Fortune Cup was meant to locate the Signers… those with power tied to the Crimson Dragon. And, though you lost the duel and your title to Yusei today, Jack, that objective was still met. So, you are not losing my sponsorship."

"But, Mr. Goodwin, What about…?" Lazar meant to Question Jack's fate following this, and what would need to be done about Yusei and the other signers, but was cut short by the sudden hissing noise that pierced the silence and echoed through the stadium.

"What's that?" He turned around, stunned by the light of what appeared to be a fiery mass bolting through the heavens towards the stadium. Jack Atlas got up out of curiosity, not yet seeing the oncoming object. Goodwin mused.

Could this be a sign from the Crimson Dragon?

As it came closer and closer to the tower in which they were standing, Lazar panicked and started toward the elevator. Goodwin warned him to wait a moment before running. Jack backed away slowly, but peered out of the corners of his eyes to see the object now seconds away from the Window.

"Mr. Goodwin!?" Lazar cried, his dark eyes were filled with horror. However, it could be seen the flames suddenly disappeared as the mass crashed through the window, passed Mr. Goodwin; it finally halted a foot short of Jack and Lazar.

Mist filled the room for a moment, but eased out the shattered window. Goodwin approached with intrigue and caution as it began to lift. Jack and Lazar were almost frozen in place, moderately traumatized.

The thing was a rose-shaded, oval-shaped substance. Mr. Goodwin touched his hand to it, surprised the find it was not hot at all. In fact, the material jiggled, almost like it was made of Jell-O.

It can't be! It's not possible! But…

"Mr. Goodwin? What is that thing?" Lazar questioned.

Goodwin grimaced as he slowly backed up from the mass.

"It…is the key to summoning the Crimson Dragon."

"But sir, I thought the signers were the key."

"Yes…but, there's another piece of the puzzle beyond that, Lazar."

Jack squinted as he got a closer look at the object. His eyes widened as he saw a faintly human like figure floating in the center. He quickly looked up at Goodwin.

"I could swear I was seeing things, but I thought I saw a person in there!"

Goodwin frowned as he too began to see the eerie shape. "You may be right."

I guess it is…The prophecy is coming true after all.

Suddenly, three guards came dashing through the elevator, breathing heavily.

"Is everyone ok?"

"Yes, we are fine. But, I believe someone is trapped in this ball here."

The men saw the mass and obtained puzzled expressions. Mr. Goodwin shook his head. He pointed to the mass and instructed them to get out their blades and start slicing away. Then Goodwin, Jack, and Lazar moved to the other side of the room.

Men on each point dug deep into the ball, slowly peeling it away like peeling a banana. Minutes passed as they tossed parts to one side and came closer to the center, until one man hit the "heart". It was just small and circular, and now the shape was well defined and obviously humanoid, and the curves suggested the specimen to be female in nature.

One man struck the heart with a knife, and a blood-like substance oozed like a bleeding wound. He cut a straight line from tip to tip, and had the other two men dig their hands into each open side. He then motioned to them, and they ripped the heart open like corn husk, with liquid gushing forth onto the floor.

It was a minute or two before things calmed down. But, just as the last few trickles of ooze dribbled onto the floor, a body gently slid out into the pond of red pulp.

"Sweet Mother! There really was a person in there!"

The body was covered by a film that prevented the liquid from touching it, which they started pulling away carefully after they removed from the mess and laid it on a part of the floor that was not yet soiled.

Seeing that it was indeed a human, a man checked for a pulse and breathing, confirming the specimen to be living. And, seeing that the person was a woman, and a young woman at that, he quickly removed his police jacket to cover her torso and chest up, for she was completely naked.

"She's is ok, but unconscious. I think she should be sent to a hospital." One of the men suggested. Mr. Goodwin took a good look at her before agreeing to send for an ambulance.

Her eyes were closed, but he could see that her hair, shoulder-length and golden brown, her skin was light and soft, and her build and facial features suggested that she was Caucasian. She was a small woman, only a couple of inches above five feet, a tad round, but proportionate in her structure. And, she appeared to be slightly younger than Jack Atlas. However, what intrigued Goodwin were the marks glowing on her neck, shoulders, and forearms. His light blue eyes studied them carefully. They glittered crimson and resembled mark similar to what the signers possessed, each resembling a part of the Crimson Dragon. They faded away by the time the paramedics arrived, which was a relief for him, as he did not want to rouse suspicion more than he already had.

Jack also made observations of his own, but not for the same reasons. Though the woman was not "sexy" by a magazine definition, she had a pleasant (somewhat innocent) and welcoming appearance, with a subtle erotic air to it. His steely-violet eyes fixated on her, following her as the white-clad doctors lifted her onto a stretcher and carried her away to an ambulance waiting outside. He was almost in a daze until Lazar's annoying voice called him out of his trance.

"I can see you are just as curious to know who this woman is as I am."

The young man smirked, running his hand through his well kept blonde hair.

"Perhaps, but maybe that's just because everybody is thinking it."

Goodwin walked over to the guards, who were conversing with a nurse on the scene. He related to them what he thought was necessary to tell them in order to care for the girl, but then, he let them proceed with a warning.

"Tell no one of this. If anyone asks who this girl is, you will tell them the girl is a foreign relative of mine, visiting from America with her family. She was in an accident and has been sent to the hospital to recuperate from her injuries. And, she was the only survivor, as to account for whereabouts of her parents. That is what is to be said, understand?"

They all agreed, as Director Goodwin was rarely questioned by those of higher standing in New Domino. A clean-up and repair crew was also sent for, to bag up what remained of the substance and fix the damage done to the tower.

A scientist named Zigzix, having received word from Lazar about the incident, came rushing over to collect a sample of the ooze, the foreskin of the heart, and a piece of the outer-layer of the pink Jell-O blob in order to analyze it.

His brown hair was frayed and his glasses were crooked over his middle-aged, hooked nose. He jumped excitedly as he was given a bag containing the samples.

"I want you to see if any of this has significance and if you can find what its function is." He was instructed by Goodwin.

"Fabulous! I'll get to work right away, Director!" And just as quickly as he came, Zigzix was off like a lightning bolt, impatient to start studying the mysterious compounds.

Goodwin finally allowed Jack Atlas and Lazar to retire for the night, and all of them soon went home. Jack's caretaker, Mina, was not at Jack's posh-modern apartment, as she had also gone home for the night.

As he fell asleep that night, his mind was bombarded with the face of the mysterious girl, a ghost was haunting him between reality and the world of dreams.

There's something about her, besides the fact she came out of some weird…whatever… Why can't I get her out of my head?

…

That night, each of the signers whom had not yet seen her, including Luna, Akiza, and Yusei, dreamt of a girl with Earth-red eyes who wept, as she mourned the loss of a life to which returning was impossible. Yet much of it would remain burned into her memory, for the events of her past would allow her to understand the present, and perhaps grant her foresight into the future. Whoever she was, her only fear in facing the world anew was to face it alone.

…

First, there was only black and silence. Stillness with no rhythm. As the signers had begun to fall asleep that night, Sidney gradually awakened, stirring from nightmares and confusing dreams. The lights were so bright that she could barely keep her eyes open to see where she was. Her neck and shoulders and even her arms seemed to ache and felt as if they were seared by fire.

Silence still abounded, but now there was a faint sound of a radiator coming from the end of the hospital room. Sidney found her mind also had little noise to fill it, for whatever happened before was clouded for now.

Sidney remembered her nightmares, though, as if they were memories in and of themselves. She had been lost in a dark place unrecognizable to her, and a long, snake-like dragon that seemed to be entirely composed of flames had its tail wrapped around her, as it drew symbols into her flesh with its claws that caused unbearable pain.

She was drenched in what seemed to be her own blood, but no wounds were present. The dragon looked as if he was carefully studying her, observing her, as if she were a fruit being inspected for ripeness. That was what she remembered, but when she lifted up her hands, there was nothing on her, she was clean. All that she felt was the weight of the hospital gown and blankets that had been piled on her to keep her warm.

She felt sleep descending again, but as her eyes closed, a series of shadowy figures clouded the bright lights and seemed to call back that darkness that existed in her mind before, the darkness of her dream.

But her dream was different this time. She was in a room made of stone, with sunlight and a stream of water filtering into a pond where she was sitting, looking up to the sun. The water rippled quietly on her legs. The walls were inscribed with illustration of the dragon she had seen before. Yet there was no fear or pain or darkness now, only the sound of water.

Next, voices started to fill the room, whispering softly in a language she could not understand. In time they faded to the sound of footsteps, yet there was nobody there. And then, she felt a hand on her waist, slowly followed by another, arms holding her. She felt someone was behind her, pulling her close to them. She could not turn around to look, and when she tried to speak no voice came forth to ask. Only a feeling of warmth, only a sense of passion, as she saw a man's shadowy face resting on her shoulder. Sidney felt her back against him, and him holding her gently in a lover's embrace. He whispered to her in the same language as the voices before.

Though she did not understand each word, she knew he spoke of her with love and admiration. The seventeen year old seemed to remember having praise before, but none had ever spoken of her with such sweet tenderness.

She wished to stay with him, whoever he was. But she felt this dream fading away as her nightmare had, and the world of reality was coming back to take her. She wished not to be parted from him. She begged and pleaded in her mind to stay awhile longer.

But then, the man finally spoke in words she could understand, his voice was rich and filled with longing.

"Though it pains me to leave you, we shall meet again, in reality. And then, we really will be together. You needn't worry of that…

I wait to see you again…"

Well, that was short, but that was Episode 1 for you. Remember you can R&R and my offer still stands. Also, for speculation's sake, is there anything you hope will happen in the story, as a reader?

And, since I don't get a lot of readers, to increase readership, would you the reader do me a favor by telling people you know (if you liked this story) to also read this story? Thanks.