Escape of the Night
						     ~NightKrawler~

	Tired.. Tired again.. How long is this terror going to last? Minutes pass by like eons. How long have I been here? My breath comes ragid and painful as I lean down, the inhabitor collar around my throat tugged back by the chain connected to the wall. Hands bound together behind my back, crouched down on my knees. The horid sent of death, decay, rust, and desease fills my sences. The space under me is pooled soiled, bodily fluids and blood. Ohh the blood.. it was so thick the air even tasted coppery. My captors were crewl. So crewl they decied against putting new blindfolds on. The blood and sweat on it made the fabric thin out. I could sorta see where I was. Dark. I was in the dark.. that's all I knew. The gaint rusty door opened, giving the effect of that all famous 'light at the end of a tunnel'. I could only be lucky enough for it to end the same however. 

	"Get up freak boy!" the sillohetted man roared out.  My voice was to cracky to make out a normal whitty comment, so a simple "fuck you" came out. The figure, a short, stocky, gremlin looking creature, most likely a guard from his attitude and posture unwrapped a whip. This was going to hurt. Alot. He pulled back and snapped forward his bulky arm, the crack ringing in my ears as a long bloody gash formed over my chest. A roar follows that crack into the room. I lunge for him.. fangs beared, only to be choked back by the power-dampening collar. *CRACK!* Another painful whip.. followed by another.. and another.. and another.. it continued for many minutes. If that asshole cracks it one more time..  I thought to myself, backing off into a corner. He followed, obviously on his ego trip. I pretended the chains were shorter then they were, faking a struggle against their strength, tricking the guard closer. The next step was his last. I finally jerked forward with the slack in the chains, gripping my jaws into it's leg, causing him to drop the whip and fall downwards. He struggled, which seemed to only hasten my assault, sinking my fangs deep within his limbs. Legs first so he couldn't run away.Then his arms.. so he couldn't fight back. Then the loins.. then sides, stomach, chest, then neck. Let him suffer like I have for so long. 

	He howled in pain as he struggled to escape in vain. I used my long toes to keep him down, picking away pieces of his throat to quicken his terror and fear of death. Ahh.. what was this I smell..? Steel? The dangle in my ears only reassured my hopes. Keys.. With a few moments of searching under the gurgles of the guard's passing, I found the small keys. Using my long forked tongue, I released my arms and legs, and freed my collar from the wall. But this guard was only a level 1 guard.. only could release the bindings, not the power dampner collar. I couldn't use my powers.. but I could however use my natural body. The doors were closing as two guards saw my eyes glowing in the pitchblack cell. It must have been rather eery with their expressions. I could swear one soiled themselves when I charged at them if the room already wasn't saturated with the sent of urine and other fluids.Bones crunched and organs popped under my feet as I ran twards them. One guard was smart enough to back off while the other was mocking me. Bad mistake. I couldn't use powers, but I could use that tongue of mine. It flung out a good 8 feet, slipping past the closing doors to wrap around the mocking guard's neck, then pulled him in. I let my claws sink into his chest, circle about his heart before raking the pulsing organ out, shoving it down into his throat.  Hours pass..

	The sound of muscle ripping from bone echoes into the baseball diamond sized pitchblack cell as I ate the one guard. First decent meal I've had in ages.. How long was I in here anywyas? I went back over to my favorite corner. It was warmer, most likely near a power generator or something like that. I've been clawing a mark for each day in the wall. Hrm.. 3 years.. 5 months.. 26 days.. If it wasn't for the fact I saw the calander and clocks everytime they opened the cell doors to feed me I woulnd't know the differance between an hour of boredom and a week of terror. That's the thing 'bout us demons.. we're pratically immortal. We dont age like normal things.. when we hit maturity it'd be like a 4 day old baby going through puberty. So yeah.. it wasn't natural death I was fearing, it was more of the agony of not being with my family that was killing me. Liz.. Bonnie.. Damien.. how I've missed you all.. Everynow and then they'd have a light go on in the cell when they were inspecting to make sure I wasn't escaping in some way or another. During these times I'de take out a small piece of film I had. It was a pic of me and Liz, with Damien in my arms, Bonnie in hers'. I had it rolled up and stuck behind my ear for safe keeping. The crimson tainted blood over the corners, the small creases and tears in the picture were never really seen.. I would always see past the imperfections to my perfect family. I had it all.. I had wealth, I had friends, I had family, I had a loving beautiful goddess of a wife, two lovely caring children, an army and police force of my own. I never really thought of how lucky I was.. then this shit happened. All because that one dipshit of a pilot crashed our carrier ship planetside into Dalengos territory. Dalengos were the largest enemy of the P.w.A. They had their own overwhelming planetwide syndicate of assassins. They were ususally crafty and very careful, which is why they always snuck out of our grip. Now look at it.. I'm in THEIR grip.. 

	That lil picture was all that I had to keep me alive throughout thoes long years in that cell. Every now and then they'd toss me into a maze littered with traps, or a large arena with some of their biggest beasts or best gladiators and made us fight to the death. Half the time I wish they would kill me, other half I looked forward to it to keep me from being bored. It's amazing how being bored can summon the urge for suicide so greatly. So there I was.. ripping the flesh off a guard's leg while looking at this picture of my family, in a dark creepy, dank and infested cell that was littered with corpuses. The first thing I do when I get outta this shit hole is takin a week long shower.. How that was true. I never needed one that bad. The sent of urine and vomit, all overcoated with coppery blood and the fluids from vital organs coated my fur. After that I cleaned off the armor from the guard. Wow.. it was so shiney I could easily see my own reflection. And damn I never wanted to see it again. I looked like more shit then this prison cell. But ohhwell.. I placed the mirror like armor over the face of the dead guard and placed him in my corner, hiding by the doors. It was near feeding time.. I've been hearing the rusty steel doors rumble around for the last 10 minutes, which ment they were feeding the other prisioners. I've had enough of this shit.. I'm leaving or dying trying it.

	My doors finally opened. I forced the though of me being home.. clean.. in the arms of my beloved Liz. The overwhelming joy made my eyes glow brighter. Good. That was the plan. I looked back into the mirror like armor plating. The two guards, one armed with a Golan Arms Flechette Frak cannon, the other with a tazer stun baton and a whip. The one with the whip placed down some food at the corpus, who rather resembled me in this lack of light, only mainly 2 glowing yellow eyes. That's when I made my move. I snuck past across the door into the main room where there was a guard just incase the two inside would die. He jumped shocked, and went for the alarm. A simple swipe of my claws downwards scliced his wrist into ribbons. He fired blindly at me, hitting my sides a few times and turning me back before I drove my hand into his chest, gripping both lungs with my long fingers and squeezing them together till they popped like balloons. Other hand went towards his hand, and gripped it, crushing it into a pulsing bulk of bleeding muscles. I felt the power surging throughout my body while my hope was sparking back alive. I leaned in, nose to faceplate, my eyes flaring a bright red. I saw past the eye shield into his eyes. Terror. Pure, unfiltered, terror. His weapon dropped as he whimpered a light "P.. please.. dont.." He was young. He was niaeve... but he was yet a kid. Looked like 15 or so. I growls softly, and licked up the faceplate. "I hope your leader cares enough to think about feeding these cages more often.. your life depends on it" I tossed him into the cell, then closed the doors, locking them. I grabbed the flak launcher that was mounted up on the wall and the electro whip next to it and ran down the halls.

	My sensative ears perked up, hearing the footsteps of more guards. Hrm... 4 seperate sounds.. only 2 guards. Their going slow so they dont know I'm loose.. I hid behind a computer councol that was sticking from a wall. They passed by, talking about one thing or another, unaware that I was meer feet behind. I wound the whip back, then launched it foward, it wrapping around the ones' neck. I tugged him up so he was flush with my body, his comrad's shots going into his armored body, using him as my shield. As the electricity flowed through the guar'ds body his spasming finger was tugging the trigger, launching blaster bolts into the ground. Taking advantage of that, I gripped his arm and raised it, sending the volley of blasts into his partner's chest and face plate. They both fell down pretty hard, one twitching, the other most likely wishing he was able to twitch. A shadow was walking closer from up on the wall. Another guard..
	
	Taking that flak launcher, I flipped a few switches, and fired two flak bombs. They clanged their way off the wall and landed infront of the trooper, a few seconds before exploding, sending multing hot lead spears and scoulding hot pieces of shard shrapnel into his body, launching him up agianst a nearby wall. I ran over to him and slammed him against the wall.
	"WHERE'S THE ACCESS CARD FOR THIS INHABITOR COLLAR!?!?" Without thought the man pointed down the hall and up. Far up. Tears formed under the helmet, drizzling down off the chinpiece with a heavy stream of blood. He served his purpuse.. no need for him to suffer longer. With that, I took out that one gun I snatched up and shot him clear in the head, putting him out of his misery. 

	This place is a maze.. And it truely was. The prisioner holdings are in the bottem basement... there's 3 basement levels, then about 16 levels up through the bunker rooms, 2 cafaterias, 4 communications levels, 7 weapon storage levels, and a good 11 or so levels up higher filled with every other type of nessicary thing for a base to exist secretly. By the time I got up there I had a few bullets in my shoulder, richocet marks over my body in more places then I'de like to mention, and it seemed a broken nose. It could be a concussion that was pulsing as a jackhammer in the back of my skull as well. Before I knew it I was standing infront of a well armored door, fully locked from the inside, that contained the important members of security. SecForces as they were called, not wanting the name of the guard at the mall.. security. SecForce guards were well armed too. Shoulder mounted missile launchers, grenades, smoke bombs, tripbombs, uzis, laser blasters, inhibator collars, inhibitar cuffs.. everything. I heard someone walking very slowly from the left side of the hallway, and fortunately enough, there was a gap in the wall that held a portrait of the leader of the Dalengos. Alucard.. or something like that. Unususal name that dated back before most even knew of time. He was the egotistical type that compaired himself to Gods and immortals. I knew Alucard wasn't in the room however.. even with a busted nose I could still smell that he wasn't there through the sent of my own blood running down my muzzle. It's...*sniff sniff*.. his third in command if I'm right. Never caught his name. Dun think I will either.. I shook my head as the footsteps were closer. So I crept back into that gap that held the portrait. I knew some of the troops were onto my escaping as they were running down the halls, but SecForce guards never ran. Ever. A SecForce guard walked by right as I was thinking that, and the first thing to catch my eye was the shining hoop pin of a thermo grenade. A sedistic grin crept over my crimson stained lips as I sneakily reached over the bush I was hiding behind and tugged the pin out. He kept walking fortunately, and about 20 seconds later a loud fizzle, a scream, and a bone crunching splash of blood and thud of a wet body dropped.

	For a moment I forgot that I couldn't get past thoes doors as I sighed upwardly from the new inventive kill. My eyes widened as I looked straight at the answer.. there was a ventalation vent straight up.. and large enough for a large troop. Must have been incase there was a fire and thoes doors were locked, one could rescue anyone inside the security room. I got my way in and crawled about till I found myself peering down the vents at my target. And there it was.. the access card was sitting in his opened briefcase! This was gonna be easier then I thought. He was looking away too.. How simple could this be?! So I propped the vent door open off the celing and slid down quietly. Right as my hand was a few inches from the access card that would grant me my freedom to use my powers, he turned around, yelled, and kicked me in the stomach. Ususally, it wouldn't have hurt, but with the overwhelming injuries already sustained, it hurt like a bitch.'Guess the fact he knew martial arts didn't help numb the pain. He got into his stance, legs apart, one hand crooked infront of him while the other was angled towards the side. ..Fuck.. 

	He lunged forward, delivering a few suprisingly fast punches towards my chest, knocking the wind from me for a second or two. A swift spinkick was aimed for his head, which he ducked quite easily for, but while ducking was clobbered in the neck by the other foot that was spinning around. The third in command, by the name Jace according to the ID tag, was a tailless cat with short trimmed yet wild hair. His build was like a rhino however, yet his moves were sleke like a lizard. He sent out a fast left, followed by a wide right, both which were caught stright in my claws. "Not.. bad.. cat-boy.." I managed to grumble out. His voice was deep.. the deep sound that sunk the hearts of most people to their stomachs. We were evenly strenghted on most occasions, but he had no injuries to account for. My wrists started to buckle back, sending me down to my knees with a growl. A sneer moved over his cracked lips, as he rumbled out "Just like.. how you people.. belong!" With that another growl erupted, and my tail found it's way circling around his leg. Good thing bout that tail of mine.. had a mind of it's own. It could fight without disrupting my thinking. It coiled tightly, the strong finned tip pressing against the back of his knee, buckling him down as well. With that I spun slightly, winding back and driving a swift punch into his chin, knocking him backwards. It wasn't enough tho. It only dazed him for a second before he flipped backwards, growling, spitting a bit of blood to the carpeting. He drove in a swift punch with his left, making me drive up both arms to block, but he counteracted by sending that hand groundwards, tilting up onto it, and driving his boot into my side on the right. I flew across the rather large room before tumbling to a stance. He was charging when I looked back up. With a leap back, then a dive forwards, I flew between his legs, spun, flipped backwards to my feet and drove my claws down, cutting his uniform along his back. Long lines of blood oozed out his strong muscular back, causing a howl of pain for a moment. 

	"Your not bad sideshow.. but it wont last.." He leaped over for the table, and grabbed a small handgun that was placed infront of the briefcase. I saw around, seeing where the table legs were, the briefcase was, and where he was. Time for some improvisions. A roll towards the table, then a downward chop over the table, sending it in half was the plan. The briefcase was closer to the center then the table legs on his side, where he was standing right next to the end of the table. The part I chopped down drove down, sending the other side up, smacking him in the chin. At the same time the briefcase slid down the table, and landed right infront of me. Time for some payback I grabbed the access card, slipped it into the collar, and removed it. I felt my body regenerating the wounds as my wings popped out, the long blades on the top scraping the celing. A few chains slid from my wrists and bounded around my forarms, some baggy jeans forming around my lower body. He fired his gun, but fruitlessly as they bounced off my AT field. A small energy soul formed up in one hand, and I let it sit there for a moment as it screamed at him. *click click*.. he was out of ammo. 

	The look of absolute terror ran across his face as he was there.. without weapons against a fully powered demon. With a snap of my arm towards him, the AT field dropped and the ball smashed forwards, only to split in half and fly back past me into the two SecForce guards that opened the doors with their ID cards.That demonic sneer ran across my lips as I flew at him, smashing him out the window to let him drop a good 30 stories to his death. I hung in the air, ears perked as alarms went off. The ground level doors opened, and several 7349 Hover-Tanks managed to creep out slowly, followed by Stalker Walkers, Leapers, LNO Shock tanks, and I heard the rumble and stomps of War Walkers comming. I had to haul ass and soon. Turret cannons popped out of the top of their H.Q., firing out at me before I dove down. I dropped down one of the grenades on my swoop downwards, exploding one of the Leapers right then and there. The anti-air flak cannons, gattling guns, and turret guns on thoes Leapers were already ablaze. Hover tanks were loading up, and a few were already firing. A line of Shock tanks and Hover Tanks were already covering where I was flying to, aiming at me. I spun, dove, rose, loops, rolled and did every possable flight move preformed in arial combat to avoid that heavy anti-air coverage. Both of my hand started glowing with red energy as I approached. Wings opened wide, causing me to jerk back, I launched a few side-winder like beams out, vaporizing a few of the tanks. 
	
	Four down.. about 30 to go.. not enough time or energy for this. So I swooped down, flew right between two hovertanks with enough force behind it to flip them over. I kept flying till my wings burned. It seemed like hours have gone by scence I heard the last gun go off. I was finally in town. To my suprise, it was a town that I've been at several time. I even had a small house here. Finally I landed at a street corner. Unfortunately however, this was the shitty part of town. The technology was outdated by decades, the buildings were decaying, the people were all addicts of one narcotic or another. I hailed a cab, and got in swiftly. Something told me not to relax just yet. 
	"Sentry's Auto Garage please" The disgruntled looking taxi driver grunted and nodded, and we took off. It was apparently obvious how this creature thought of demons and mutants with how he always looked at me in the mirror with disgust, making sure his cigar smoke filted heavily into the backseat. Asshole.. He looked oddly down at the seat as he slipped a few inches deeper into his chair. At the same time, the money that was occupying thoes few inches in his wallet appeared in my fingers. He kept driving, not paying any mind to it. When we got to the garage, he abruptly stopped and said "$76.35" 
	"Is'nt that a bit expensive for a few mile drive?" He looked back with a light growl. "I said.. 76. 35. Dont make me take it out in blood.. seems someone already has done that today."
	So I counted the cash. $429 Not bad. So I gave him $77. I was gonna give him it all back if he didn't have to be such a smart ass. I leaned down to the window as he muttered "No tip?" just loud enough for me to hear. "What? No manners?" He grunted and floored it. Right as he started to pull away I muttered "Thank's for paying the garage fer me asshole". For a pig, he certainly was a bastard about customers. I got up to the garage and the Sentry there told the price. Was $214.25 for holding the Flying Hatchet in storage for a few months.I paid with the cabby's money. Got in with the access number that started it up, found the secret keys in a hidden compartment. It roared up to live with a light whine, hovering above the ground. Grabbing onto the controls, manuvering about, me n the 'Hatchet flew down out of the garage and down the streets of the slums of Fithemsing. Most of the planet was beautiful, covered in thick lush forests, or deep tropical beaches and cresting waves of the oceans. But here.. downtown Menorex was a shithole of the planet. 

	It was nice to finally take a cruise. Was the first time I've seen electricity in 3 years.. I looked down and saw my stomach growling louder then I was in that fight earlier. Easing the Flying Hatchet up into a nearby resturant, I got some food, infact whatever I could get for about $100. I had $137.75 left from the cabbie, but wanted some money incase I needed it. The Hatchet was half full in food, and not a bite was left in an hour. Top open, the Hatchet was parked ontop a multilevel parking lot. Watching over the horizen I haven't seen in so long, I finally could breath easily and relaxed. I never realized how beautiful the stars were till that night. Then my peaceful world crashed.. again. The beeps and clicks of a robotic voice were heard. It was a formilliar sound. Then one glowing red 'eye' looked at me from behind a watch tower on the parkinglot. Then another two. It was a hunter droid. "Shit!" The missile box opened on the droid's right arm, and a fizzle showed it was priming for attack. Top closed, Hatchet on, it backed, then flew forwards, flying off the top level parking lot onto some of the other building tops', hop-scotch'ing off the roofs till eventually it settled back onto the surface. A hard right, slam it into reverse, spin left, and even out, the hovercar backed into an unnamed unmarked building's shadow right as the Hunter Droid lew past on it's boosters. *boom* What was that? *Boom* Wut the.. ?? *Boom!* It's getting closer.. *BOOM!* FUCK!! WAR WALKER! With that, full throttle was punched in and the Flying Hatchet took off like a bat outta hell. Flying past traffic, it zoomed farther away from the walking terror. Bullets whizzed by as I weaved the 600 MPH cruising rocket of style down the highways. It was near 11PM or so, so there wasn't that much traffic, but at 600+ miles per hour, a mile between every car can seem like busy traffic. The bullets stopped, but now it was going to laser fire. The bursts of energy splashed off the energy shield of the Flying Hatchet. It didn't have much of energy shields, just physical matter shields. It was fast for something that big, but it could only walk. Bullets for close range, then lasers, then shock beams. Other cars in the traffic were flying back, smashing into walls, exploding, and flipping over from the attack of the War Walker. Dodging the moving and non-moving traffic now, I finally managed to clear out, hitting the afterboosters. Lasers stopped.. now it's time to panic. Even if the beam is 10 feet off target.. it's enough to cause an EMP, disable shields, and smash me into a death ball of steel. 

	There was that hum. Hum was bad. Very bad. *HhuuummmmMMMMM KAPOW!* A 30 foot crater formed about 18 feet away to the right and infront. Taking a hard left over some hills, I treaded over a small stream of water, zooming over that hill to finally land near a space port. YES! A way outta here! Punching in some numbers and making an SOS call on the radio to the primary P.w.A. H.Q., a dropship was on it's way with an escourt of 4 Frigate ships. That War Walker was closing in, and I had a good 20 minutes till the escourt and such arrived. About 5 minutes passed as the War Walker was having trouble getting across that river, but it wasn't enough. 
	"Computer.. time till rescue team?!" 
	"Eighteen Minutes General Krawler" the electronic voice chimed out in an Australian female's accent. Shit.. gotta stall some time With that, a boost and I was gone. I couldn't go by or the War Walker might knock over the landing posts for the dropship. So back to town. It was another 5 or so minutes that it took crossing the river. 13 Minutes to spar. He drove off through the maze of run down buildings. Lefts, rights, backtracking a bit with some dead ends. I saw a long road going off to the distance. Perfect! Some road to gain! *BooM!* The boosters rang out as me n the 'Hatchet sped down the road. It was a few minutes of a long alleyway before the dead end sign flew into view. 
	"FUCK!!" :swirving to a hault, the Flying Hatchet was there facing a 3 mile long road, with now exits, leading to a 30 ton death bringing weapon of mass distruction walking towards him on a mission to kill. I slam my head into the steering wheel as I check the fuel gague on the repulsor lifts. Not enough to rise above the buildings and get back to the roads Then a few curses ring out as the fuel gague for the boosters was down to empty. Not enough room to boost to flight either.. shit.. 
	Yes, I could always just 'port.. but I was still to drained to. I was out of options, just kept backing the 'Hatchet deeper into the alley, trying to dodge fire by strafing side to side.Something feel from my ear and into my lap. It unrolled, to be that picture of my family. Again, at my most grim moments that picture saves the last shred of hope. There was only enough fuel for one small boost from the back and from one of the bottem ports. "Switch full fuel lines to the absolute front anti-grav booster, and all rest to boosters for forward. Switch shields to full back!"
	A few confirms beeped in, getting everything right.The War Walker was close. I could already see the pilot's faces in the cockpit. They switched to the gattling guns, for anything else would risk the kickback hitting the cockpit head and killing them as well. Left hand on the steering wheel.. right on the throttle. "Switch all reserve power to the floor lights, and arm one concussion bomb" More clicks and beeps. Right arm snapped forward, shoving the stick completely to the full throttle position. A high whine screamed out as the Flying Hatchet flew towards the 32 foot tall mechine. Left hand quickly snapping to the anti-grav boosters, flicking the front one on. The front of the jet rose up with the last of the anti-grav booster fuel. Flood lights blared on, blinding the pilots as they fired blindly at the rocket. "FIRE!" Thumb pressing the throttle's weapon botton, a concussion bomb launched up the lit path from the floodlights. Right as the nosecone went down, and the pilots got their sight back, the concussion bomb went off, knocking the head back of the War Walker. 
	The flying Hatchet spun over to it's side, then kicked full speed, flying past it's legs and out. "Okay computer, all fuel cells to booster, full shields aft." The computer did as told, the lights going off to save power to the shields. It zoomed down the street at full throttle as the War Walker struggled to turn around, it's legs getting tangled in power lines and buildings. "Come on.. make it..!" The fuel cells were scrapping the bottem of the cell canisters. Half the jet thrusters were already puttering out, only the main one working.I looked at the clock. 3 Minutes going down that alley, 3 minutes back, 1 minute inside it dodging. I had 3 minutes left.. but only 1-2 minutes of fuel. The back of the Hatchet was already dragging on the ground from the anti-grav's powering down. I looked up through the cockpit to see 4 little flickers and 1 big one of the 4 escourt Frigates and the dropship Crimson. The War Walker was close though. I felt it through the back of the Hatchet that was dragging. I just crossed the river, but it was still in range for it's lasers. It walked in, not even bothering to cross the river, aimed straight at me. My glowing pupils widened as I staired down the barrol of 2 gattling guns, 3 laser blasters, and a shock cannon. I saw the target beams from all 6 weapons plaster onto the windshield. 
	
	Right as the humm of the cannon, the whine of the laser blasters, and the spinning of thoes gatts started up, a barrage of missiles, a good 30 or 40 missiles, smacked straight into the War Walker's face. It flew back quite a distance. The dropship Crimson dropped down right as all 4 Frigates went full barrage against the Walker. The main door opened on the Crimson, firing out a series of tow cables to the Hatchet, dragging it into the hanger. The escourt finished off the War Walker as the Crimson took off, and all 5 vessels flew off to the main base. 

	Later that day, I was in the medtanks. Several doctors were working on me, fixing the wounds that wouldn't heal. I sliped off into the Hanger, getting into the PsychoCycle while they were repairing and refueling the Flying Hatchet. I sped down the road to the more secluded area of the woods. Thick, heavy clouds formed in the sky, a light sheen of rain pouring down over me. It splashed over the windshield as I drove down high speeds down the winding road. Tires screached. I finally am here. Home. The Krawler mansion. 696 Kradock drive. Was the only house on the road. Infact it was just mine and Liz's last names merged together for the road's name too. I stood straddling over the bike as it rumbled quietly, looking at the door to the house. Millions of thoughts and memories flowed in my head. Would Liz recgonize me? Would she accept me being back? Would she even be waiting for me? Maybe she got remarried? I mean 3 years is a long time to be alone.. I know that all to well. What if they moved away to escape any memories they had of me? Even through the rain pouring down my face I felt thick tears starting to flow down my cheeks as well. 
	I'll.. I'll come back tomarro.. when I'm cleaned up.. Was it delaying or true, even I couldn't tell. All I could do is hope that my one true love would still be there for me..

	Luckily, there was a small base founded about 47 miles or so away. I went in there, verified my living standards of breathing. They had me notified as 'KIA', Killed In Action, for the last 3 years. By the time all the papers were filled out, and my entire story was logged down, it was well into midnight. A large beaming quarter moon held high in the sky. In every one of my bases, I had my own personal bunker area. Out in the shower, I gazed up at the moon through the window, the hot water cascading down my body, washing the stained blood out of the fur.   I wonder if she even remembers me.. I hope the kids are okay.. maybe Logan n Jean helped out.. they always were great people..  other thoughts ran threw my head, easing my ears lower. Hope their okay too. With all the shit people started with the 'family.. I shook my head, just wanting to stop thinking for a while. 

	A few hours later, I was sitting there in the large cafateria alone, munching on some food. Tray after tray of food was practically inhaled by me. It was unlike anything I've ever experianced before, going from barely anything in months to having a full kitchen at one's disposal. Was a small piece of heaven all over again. The chef went slack jawed at the site of over 14 full meals dissapearing into the thin demon. "Mmm.. Gawds that was great!" I patted my stomach contently and thanked the chef, then went off to my room. I haven't left a spare change of cloths in this base, so I was going off to bed in a baggy pair of sweat pants and a T-shirt.

	As the sun peeked into my window, the long strips of brightness slid over my form, finding the light would sneak into the small creases in the sheets. Not packing any of my normal cloths, I found myself in an overly tight military suit that was a few sizes to small, ment for a normal soldier, not my demonic body. Hair combed back, fangs brushed, fur groomed to it's previous flat coat, I felt rejuvinated. The power was returning to me.. and a few of the veterans that were working at the base knew it with how that golden glow in my eyes returned. 

I hopped up in the Eternal Coffin, revving the engine up on the hearse. It roared back to life, shaking the dust off the steel hull. It pulled out of the garage, and drove down the long path. The car parked infront of the Krawler mansion. My eyes narrowed, focusing up on the movement inside. .. Liz .. She must have heard it for the sillohette inside's head jerked upright and looked straight at me through the blinds. The car had a few revs before it was shut off, and I waited there, looking out the passanger door window to the main door to the house. I eventually walked out to the main door, knocked a few times. The door swung open, and Liz was there with a tanktop and baggy cargo jeans, a dagger held in a hand. Her expression went from annoyed to shocked, to scared, to crying. "N.. Nightie? That.. you..?" she managed to speak in a barely whispered voice. I nodded my head to her, a small smile forming on my lips as tears started to well up in my eyes.  The dagger slipped from her delicate fingers as she wrapped both arms tightly around my upper body tight enough to hurt, but it was the best feeling I've ever experianced. We stood there for what seemed days, but it was only about 20 minutes or so. Memories flooded between both of us the entire time, tears flowing down our cheeks. 

	"Ohh god Night.." I pressed a soft kiss to her lips, ceasing the conversation.
	"I know, love.. I missed you too.." We continued hugging, enjoying the moment that everything was finally back to normal.

..The End..

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