Duel

A dark spot opened. Dripped on to what you could best describe as 'blank'. Moving, molding itself. Walls built themselves, then aged a hundred years, giving it a rustic old look. Graffitti, splashed itself about the walls, and a small blinking neon sign placed itself on one side. Pillars grew from the cement floor, like full grown trees pulling themselves from the ground, and then breaking and shattering. The wind howled, blowing bits of debris in random directions. The neon light flickered.

"Interesting." Said the woman, as she seemed to slide out of the wall, leaning herself against a perticular colorful graffitti symbol. Maybe in her mid twenties, she wore a trench coat, with silver lining. Buttoned up completely. Near her feet you saw a bare inch of her leg, giving a hint to the imagination. She trembled, and pulled her coat tighter. "A cigerette, now where...."

She lifted her hand into her pocket, pulling out a small white stick, she poked it into her mouth, her other hand wandering to another pocket, stroked the match it found against the wall and lit the stick. She breathed in the grey translucent smoke.

A few hours passed. As so, effortlessly.

A screech was heard in the distance, it echoed itself around the pillars, explained itself to the graffitti, and rolled itself into her ears. It became louder and louder until the subway train stopped, at the very edge of vision, maybe the very edge. It hissed slowing down with a loud 'Clink'. Then silence. A few minutes passed, and a pair of the doors slid open.

A small cloud of black vapor floated from the train. Wavered and stretched, considered some variables, and formed itself. Two arms, two legs, torso, hands, fingers, a head with eyes ears, and so on. His skin turned a light pink, and black clothes covered all of him except for his arms, neck and head. His short hair lightened to a brown, and a few small scars made themselves visible on his cheek. The woman glanced at him after all of this, if she had any basis for comparison, she would have found him quiet normal. Yet somehow slightly intriguing. Hiss eyes shined in the flicker of the neon light.

He stretched, glanced around, tested his legs by taking a few steps, and leaned against a nearby pillar, testing the feel. The make, his senses. A few minutes passed, he breathed, in, and out. Blinked, and at this moment noticed the girl. She eyed him with interest.

"Um... Hello." He glanced at her, head to toe. "You are part of this, I take it?" A gripping sensation nabbed his brain, pulling it away from this murky line of questioning. "Sorry, Might I join you?"

She smiled, running her finger along the edge of her face, she considered him as many things. Things that she didn't even know for sure. A friend, a killer, a lover, a lost pathetic ignorant male. Pausing to savour the comedy of this last one. "No, stay where you are. I'm considering you, analyzing you. Who are you?"

"That is a question for a nightmare, I dress in darkness, but I am not the darkness. Perhaps I have tamed it to my will, as you have. Though you taunt it, with silver lining, and a sensual smile."

"Your hardly worth my time, your hardly near my style. I've accepted the pathetic shallowness which is so. Beauty as is the depth of skin. Death is beauty."

His expression vanished. "You actually think you matter, you actually think you exsist. I agree the universe is a shallow thing. Mostly full of empty space, but everything is only as large as the conscousness that makes it. Even in that, perception is a ruthless monarch. You where made just for this moment. You are nothing, and I am... I am the interesting part of this.... You want me."