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By Neri Dragon (Chris)

CHAPTER II
Five Years Later ... The first horseman

  Its night, about eight o'clock, in the city.  The streets and sides of
buildings are illuminated by the numerous signs.  Cars and people populate
the streets like an infestation.  A young warrior, 18 years of age, hides
on a platform of a sign connected to a buildings which reads, "Rising," he
hides behinds the "S."  he wears a tight black shirt, under a black,
slightly lighter and grayer gi, black cargo pants, fingers taped in white
tape, within a black sheath is a katana, and strapped to his back is a
spear, with a black bandana wrapped on his head, the long excess hanging
down to the middle of his back, when not swaying in the wind; his
lime-green, untamed and rugged, hair that goes just below his shoulders;
his deep blue eyes piercing the soul; an old and worn necklace.
Leviton ...
  Leviton peers down at the crowd, he looks at the door on the platform
that goes into the buildings.  He moves over to it and enters.
  Inside the building is white, making Leviton a pure stand-out.  Yet, as
he moves casually through and into the lobby of that floor.  He stops at
the elevator doors open, five people in suits exit, one girl in a blue
skirt with a yellow shirt, stays behind in the elevator; Leviton is the
only one to enter the elevator.
  The girl, about 18 of age, has long flowing red hair, with blue eyes and
a beautiful smile.  Leviton presses the button for the bottom floor and leans against the wall of the elevator.  He eyes the girl and returns his
glance to the doors.
  "So," the girl starts, "how are you?"
  Leviton smiles and returns, "Decently well, and yourself?"
  She giggles, "Very well, thank you," with a slight bow.  She takes a
piece of paper and pen and writes on the paper, "So, what're you here for?"
  "Just looking around, visiting the town, about to go visit," he pauses,
"a friend."  He glares at the ground, and then smiles back at her, "How
about yourself?"
  Her eyes go from the paper to Leviton, "Just visiting," she bites her
bottom lip, "I'm only here for the week."
  "Is that so?"  Leviton returns, "I'm not planning on staying in town long, either.  I'm not much of a ... city person," he chuckles.
  She looks at Leviton's outfit and giggles, "I've noticed."
  The elevator chimes and the doors slide open, "Well," she starts again,
walking to Leviton, paper in hand, "come see me sometime, then."  She slips
the paper into his hand and walks out.  He looks down at the paper and
grins.  He steps out and walks through the lobby, the passer-bys eyeing him up.  He finally steps out of the building and into the illuminated streets.
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  Leviton finally reaches the floor of a hotel and steps out of the
elevator.  The lights are real dim and it is just past midnight.  He moves
swiftly and quietly though the hallway, his bandana swaying though the
air.  He finally reaches a certain door and places his ear up to it, and
hears nothing.  He removes his ear from the door and looks down at the door
knob.  He ponders a moment and then just turns it with his hand, and it
opens, "The imbecile left it unlocked," he thinks.
  As he steps in, he closes the door all the way, but not slamming it to
make a noise.  He looks at the bed, and there he sees, a drunken warrior
lay, unconscious.  Leviton silently unsheathes his katana and raises it
above the warrior's neck.  In a swift moment, he lowers it hard, and the
head rolls off the bed.  He cleans his blade on the bed sheet and walks out
of the room.
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  Leviton had been searching all night and through the next day and night
for the address listed on the piece of paper given to him by the girl.  He
eventually find the house and walks up to the door, fatigued from the long
walk through the days without and rest.  He knocks on the door, and after
a moment, the red-headed girl from the elevator answers, with a smile wide
on her face.