• Daemon shuddered. The icy rain felt like his own coming down on him for the slaughter he had committed. A mixture of blood, water, and black mud stained his skin deeply. He fell to his knees among the ocean of bodies he had created, of those he had destroyed. Cold, the rain pelted him for what seemed like an eternity under the gray sky. No blue, always gray here. Always here, in battle, and inside him. Daemon listened to the pounding around him. He desired so much to escape what he knew was coming, but he also knew that he must not. If Daemon tried to hide now, things could only get worse. His eyes finally feel from the sky to the small body in front of him. Izara. He had loved her, for a time, but now she lay dead. Her eyes held no love for him. Only the cold fear she went through before he'd finished her off. Before her death, before entering her eternal sleep. No more clever beauty he'd once been bound by. Daemon cried out. Ten as quiet again swept over the area, he stood slowly, using all his strength. He turned his hands over in front of him. His mind flared with the images of everyone he'd killed to get here. To escape, it had to be done. Blood. Glistening red as though it desired his death. As if it wanted vengeance for its once lively being. He couldn't look away, again he collapsed to the ground. The icy rain seemed to hold him where he was, it wanted so much for the blood of his kind to have their vengeance.

    Finally Daemon struggled using all his strength to rise from the ground. He moved slowly towards the enterance of the gray building from where all the slain beings had fled. Its dark windows, stared at him with terror. Suddenly, he noticed the reason behind the slaughter, standing there in the doorway. Watching him carefully through the rain stood the only living thing besides himself within hundreds of miles. He watched as the shadow in thew doorway vanished down the enterance hall. Anger and rage rushed into his mind. Then quickly subsided as his desire to finish his job washed over him.

    Slowly he grabbed at the edge to pull himself out of the rain and into the dark halls. Though the white paint usually made it a lively place, no amount of bright light could enter it now. He could hear doors ahead opening and closing from the light breeze that brought more icy needles across his back. Daemon stepped forward with pain, but he wouldn't be stopped, not until he had found his target. He passed by through the hall turning right as he followed he path that his prey had used only seconds before him. He halted in front of the third door. It led to a system of underground escape routes, his mind wandered back..

    Build the water pressure....then when they tried to escape through the passages......you can drown them. Block all the exits so not one can escape.

    He pressed the door slightly listening to it scream out silently. There, the metal trapdoor in the center of the floor, held back much more than water. He turned away from the door and continued down the hall. Nothing would stop him. Daemon reached the end of the hall, at which point the lights were beginning to fail. He didn't need the lights to navigate his way from the front of the building to the center control room. The cameras there would be extremely useful in finding his quarry. He increased is pace heading for his destination. Turning at the end of the fourth hall meant he was only a few feet from the hatch to the room that would give him the upper hand in this chase. Standing before the cold, black steel he glanced slightly at the access panel. He laughed faintly to himself. Entering the four digit code was simple, but he had no need to. Daemon's fist crushed through the metal without any challenge. He stared at his hand briefly, he couldn't keep his body from trembling. The doors slid open. He freely admitted himself. Daemon sat harshly into the spinning chair, redirected the buildings generators to the security system, and waited for any movement to catch his eye. Focused like a hawk he waited patiently for any shift of the camera views.

    Why? You can't kill the last one....so why hunt like this? Why are you so ready to target your last bits of life in this world? He thought as he sat playing a foolhardy waiting game. He squeezed his hands tightly together in a fruitless attempt to stop his quaking body. Where? Where did you run off to hide? You wouldn't have done anything foolish now would you? Suddenly, a fleeting shadow caught his attention. Outside the doors behind him his quarry stood, shaking and trembling, as though she were a mirror of him. He turned the chair around and began staring at the doors. He moving forward he carefully opened the doors to reveal the being standing quietly before him. Daemon's body trembled horribly with emotions that he couldn't seem to comprehend. Gently he moved forward closer to the small being in front of him. Why? Giving yourself over doesn't seem like her. Suddenly the being in front of him tried to flee by running left. But his strong hands grabbed quickly enough to hold the being from escaping. Don't bother, your not getting away from me this time. Not this time Ana! Daemon's minded screamed out to him. Don't let her go, if she gets away you'll never have another chance! Take her to the island, hide her from the world. He cautiously pulled out a thin rope from is pocket and bound Ana's hands so that she couldn't get far if he lost his grip. Taking note of the rope a cold Ana began to struggle, she wiped around quickly, but it didn't work. He kept his hold even through a light jab at his chest. Though female, Ana was capable of killing with a single blow. She was nothing like a human, nothing at all. Even the greatest fighters wouldn't be able to beat her.

    Her blood contained that of a hybrid of the Spanish government. There she was referred to as the nunca muriendo. They called her the never dying being. She was a marvelous creation, a perfect being. Immortal, clever, beautiful, and had no need for food or sleep. Though, Daemon had seen her eat and sleep, she didn't require either. Sadly, when the government was over thrown and a new leader was chosen, the experiment ended, Ana was set free, and all the files on the experiment were destroyed.