This is an idea for a new story. I’m still not very sure what I think of it, but it has hope. RxR please!! I really want some opinions on this.

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He stepped outside. A crunch sounded out from under the heel of his shoe. He looked down at the newspaper. Hadn’t he unsubscribed from it? He picked it up off the cold cement, tossed it into the garbage at the base of his townhouse steps.

He heard about enough of the crap going on in the world as it was, he didn’t need it in print. On a sigh he walk back inside, gently closing the door.

He didn’t even look at the pictures adorning the hall. He pushed open a door at the far end. The small room held only a desk and a metal orb, connected to which was a thin head set.

A screen appeared in front of Zack as soon as the headset was comfortably resting against his temples where the microscopic implant was. Placing the fore finger of each hand against the globe he moved the screen to the right and tapped a button on the headset. Two blank spaces smeared the perfect black. At the top line he simply typed in ‘angel’. A password appeared in asterisks. A dull welcome announced him as ‘Deamon’. He thought out ‘r-mail’. The screen went blank. In the void of it all came Kale Snuach. Then Heidi Corble. Miyoko Horotomi The names continued to fill the screen. Mentally, he scrolled down to the last name. Rei. No last name? Scowling, he ‘clicked’ on it. A profile came up with a small picture. Seventeen. Black hair. Black eyes. Caucasian. Hot. No know race. Language, primary: English, other: Spanish, French, Japanese, Chinese, Arabic, Gaelic, German, Farean, and Itallian. Crap, what the hell is Farean? Parents unknown. No known family relations. He went down to ‘record’. There was nothing. Not a run away, not a drug addict, simply a perfect, straight A girl.

He was ready to go one to the next. Any who were sent to him were always in trouble for something. But just for the hell of it he checked her reason. There were some crazy answers to why they had been sent to him. One little girl because she had gotten mad and ripped the hair of her sister’s Barbie, her sister had tried to murder her thirteen years later for the same incident. Luckily he’d been there.

The ‘computer’ bleeped a bit, then generated one word. Unknown. He scowled. ..the hell?

He shrugged and continued on to Nathaniel Hold. Later that night when all the names had been neatly sorted into priority, his glazed eyes simply became dead on the screen. His conscious drifted over the screen. Then his eyes focused as they landed on a name. Rei.

Zack returned to her file. He thought out ‘find’, and the results came across the screen, fifteen of them. He shook his head and went back to wear her name was printed across the top. This time he “pressed” view. The screen became once again blank with a space for a password available.

Once he hit enter, he fell limp into the chair. But his mind remained perfectly awake.

When he opened his eyes, there was smoke rising from the cold pavement. Fog. Rain was heavily falling. Zack looked around. A shadow moved on his left. He followed it into a corner. He was nearly pushed back into his body when someone else’s rammed into his ethereal body.

The girl who had rammed into him turned around for a split second, black eyes wide in fear. Then she was gone, running down the street. He followed.