It was all but a normal Thursday afternoon for the city of Centerville. Unexpected visitors terrorized and others saved. A young resident named Christina found herself staring down the barrel of a shotgun. She snuck a look out the window behind the masked shooter and saw the all too familiar crimson sky.

The whole day was darkly ironic, normal neighborhood, extremely low crime rate, very few visitors. Most residents were born and raised here, all but Fredrick. He was an unusually shy kid who constantly gazed into the sky, as if pleading for help. None of the elders of the town ever remembered him coming here.

The attacks were frequent, almost monthly. The town did not talk about them and almost pretended it did not happen.

"Why does it have to be my birthday again?" Christina muttered quietly.

"Any last words?" asked the masked man in a deep raspy voice.

"Stop." A man of supermodel proportions ran into Christina's room. The masked man glanced at the man and shrugged. He pulled the trigger as Christina closed her eyes. Grinding metal screeched and the pellets fell out the end of the barrel. "Shouldn't have picked her." The man said. "Go back home."

The masked man slowly walked out of her room. "You came to my rescue again?" Christina asked in awe.

"Nobody else can tolerate your ability to attract attention." His blonde hair seemed to be flowing in a draft that Christina could not feel.

Christina smiled. "Can I just run away with you?"

"It's not that easy. We live in different places. My people don't like yours."

"Then why do you protect us?"

"To prevent them from enjoying themselves."

"Why do you do it?"

"Because, we basically are the same."

"How are we different?"

"I wish I could explain. That and I care too much about you to bring you even further into this mess. I would highly advise you not to search us out."

Christina frowned.

"Tina, please. You must understand our world's should not cross any more than necessary."

She nodded while tears started streaming down her cheeks. "When will I see you again?"

"The next time the sky turns red." He said with a saddened smile as he saw the setting sun. "I must leave now."

Christina reached out to grab his hand.

"I apologize." He said pulling his hand away from hers and walking out of the room.