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      He had made sure Logan would be okay       alone at home for the day, and when he       got the okay, he stepped out the door,       Riley leashed at his side.

  A deep breath in, a hand raising   to give an idle wave to a small   face beaming over the fence   separating their house from   the neighbor's.

  Elias probably won't care for him   going out for a while. Not every day   is a day for hard training. So, he   leaves Logan at home and makes   his way down the slanted driveway,   across the street, after waiting   for the red light to change and   stop traffic, and into the dog park,   greeting those he knows.

           the city is slipping into the hands            of something never before seen,            a detective and his band of others            on one side, their group containing            a most precious asset to his operation--

                                and on the other side,                                 there is a woman. the                                 wrong place at the right                                 time.

                                                      he's preoccupied with her.                                                       it seems she's just come                                                       from one hellish dream...                                                       and now she is in another.

  ruvik approaches, the bottoms   of bare feet tapping against the   damp concrete, getting closer,   closer, until he's close enough   to touch her if he feels the need...                                                             and all he does is whisper                                                             right into her ear. words not                                                             accounted for as comfortable.

      There's a snap behind her, body twisting to       see nothing, and paranoia strikes just as well       as a sword during a battle. Brows furrow, eyes       squint into a dim glow.

  However, the creature keeps moving, glancing   warily around to be aware of surroundings, and   she finally finds a small meadow where the trees   allow rays of sunshine through here and there.   It's peaceful before she hears the same noise   as before, and she turns, forked tongue flicking   for a moment. Voice is raspy, as if it is almost   completely gone.