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The storm came down heavily on his shoulders as he stood on the roof of the skyscraper. He took a long drag from his cigarette and looked down. As he watched the dragon go by, he wondered how long exactly he'd watched him, how long he'd followed him and how long he'd kept him out of trouble. He watched the dragon push through the crowds of other human and furry kind alike, on his way back home. In this kind of setting, the city of Mallakoza looked like a shithole. But when there was a sunrise, or even a sunset, it was the most beautiful place he knew of.

"Eh, screw it," he thought as he took a cell phone out of his trench coat pocket and opened it. He called the first speed dial that came to his head.

"Hello?" came a female voice from the phone.

"Kimona! I've found him," he said.

"Really? That's great Darrow! But why are you calling me? Shouldn't you have called Arronix?"

"Probably, but I like talking to you more. Tell him to get everyone ready and meet me at this location, we've got to get to him before he does..." he was drowned out by the rain.

"God damn!" said the dragon and yawned. "What a day,"

He sat down on the couch in his loft and looked at the blank TV screen. He ached for the remote and pressed the power button. The TV clicked on and the news started talking about how another murder by the notorious serial killer, Dameon Swade, was committed this after noon.

"The victim was strangled to unconsciousness and put into her own oven. It was set to clean mode, making the temperature rise up to 500 degrees Fahrenheit. She was discovered when her neighbor smelled smoke and came to investigate. What was left of her was merely a charred skeleton with some rags melted to the skin. With this madman running about, the world surely is worse than I could have ever imagined."

"That's terrible! What I'd do if I caught that guy!" he began.

"You'd do what?" said a calm voice from behind him.

"Ah!" he shouted and fell off the couch. "Who is that?"

"Don't be afraid, little dragon, I'm not here to hurt you," said the voice. A figure stepped into the light.

"At least, not now," he chuckled. He wore a mask of metal and a long, hooded robe. The mask looked like a human skull, but made of solid iron.

"Who are you? What do you want?" he said nervously. Then he realized.

"You're-you're�" he started.

"Dameon Swade. At your service...Eveser," he said and bowed politely.

"What do you want from me? How'd you know my name?" the dragon asked fearfully.

"I want your help with a little...science project," he said and began approaching him. The dragon stood up.

"Stay. Back. I'm warning you," he said as his eyes became like bright cherry-red coals.

"Or you'll do what? Time to make do on your promise earlier. You've caught me! Fight me! Kill me!" he shouted. The dragon didn't let him laugh anymore. He quickly inhaled and shot a fireball at the killer. He hit him directly in the chest.

"Nice shot! You almost singed my robe!" came a voice from the clearing smoke.

"N-no that's impossible! I hit you! You should be dead!" He stammered.

"Quite a few people should have killed me a long, long time ago. What makes you any different?!" Dameon shouted. He stepped forward and grabbed the dragon by the throat. He picked him up and held him at least three feet in the air.

"Now then, shall we be off?" Dameon asked. His voice was very strange. It was deep, feral, but had a metallic grinding in it. The mask had two eyeholes. They were completely black, except for two small, bullet-like projections coming from the blackness. They twisted with mechanical grace and had a blue glow in the circles that lined them and the holes where they came out of his sockets.

"What are you talking about? Where are y�" The dragon started, but was cut off when Dameon tightened his grip around his throat. He choked and clawed at the monster's face and chest. His claws caught on a fold in his robe and he pulled, ripping the front of the cloak open. He dropped the dragon and stumbled backwards.

The cloak fell away to reveal a complete ribcage of metal. His organs were all metal and he had wiry veins that snaked around in all places. He had a real heart, a completely black heart, among the menagerie of twisted metal. He looked up and stared at him.

"Well, that was a minor setback," the monstrosity said and threw a paperweight at the dragon's head. Eve felt the blow and warm blood trickled down his forehead. Dameon picked him up and started walking towards the balcony. He was about halfway when a shot rang out and struck him in the side.

"AHHHHHHH!" Dameon screamed. He held his hand to the wound, it bled mercury. He looked over to the opposite end of the apartment. "Ah, yes, Arronix's little hounds, come to do his work for him!"

"It's time to end this Swade! Come on!" a voice said strongly. The dragon looked over to see a group of five people standing by the window. The rain poured in through the open pain and lightening illuminated them. He couldn't make them out, he was too disoriented. One of them raised a huge magnum to Dameon's head. Dameon grabbed the gun and twisted it out of his hand. He aimed it and shot the man in the knee. The man went down screaming. Dameon threw the gun to the floor and ran to the balcony. They ran after him, but to no avail. When they reached the railing on the balcony, he was flying away on large, metal wings that could have come from his robes. He laughed until they couldn't hear him any more. The dragon was starting to lose consciousness.

"Heeeelp," he whispered numbly.

"Kimona, address his wounds. Take him back to the fortress, we're going after Swade!" one of them shouted and sprouted white angelic wings, as did the other 2. They all flew out of the loft as Kimona came over to him just as he passed out.