loomed in the sky before him. He had always been drawn to the construction of buildings. There was something mesmerizing about watching such a large structure come forth from such small beginnings. He found himself entranced by how the buildings were becoming bigger and taller as time passed.
It was as if the human race had a need to master the world by ensuring that they constructed the largest and most powerful objects in it. As if it was a way to assure themselves that they were in control of this world. A driving need to master all of its dominions.
He remembered when airplanes had first taken flight. He had been just as obsessed with them as he was with the buildings. He had spent several years working the midnight shift at an airplane assembly line, learning what made the giant metal birds stay in the air.
And when the Space Race had begun, he had read everything he could get his hands on about the satellites and rockets that were being launched into space. Such advancements in such a short time. Humans truly were an amazing race.
All of his obsessions came down to the fact that humans fascinated him. He had been one of them once but that had been such a long time ago, more than several lifetimes in fact.
He was a Shadow Walker now, a completely different species. A human resurrected with the power of a God is no longer human, after all. No, humans were like tiny ants in the face of the power he could wield.
It had been those thoughts that had sent him here as soon as the sun had set. He needed to see for himself that humans weren’t insignificant. He needed to remind himself that they were able to bend steel to their will and create something grandiose from it. He did not want to give in to the delusions of grandeur. Humans were worthy companions and he needed to remember it, for their safety and his own. There was nothing more dangerous than a Shadow Walker who thought he was above the humans.
And so he found himself standing amid the slowly forming condominiums that were growing on the waterfront. Perhaps he would look into purchasing one when they were completed. The view of the lake would be breathtaking, even at night.
He took a deep breath, the scent of steel, concrete and water filling his head. His nose twitched as an unexpected scent drifted on the night air. Metallic with a hint of sweetness. Human blood. Human female blood.
Normally he would ignore it but something about it caused the hair on the back of his neck to stand up. A dark cloud seemed to settle around him and all of his instincts screamed that something was very, very wrong.
He breathed in again, trying to pinpoint where it was coming from. He moved at a fast clip through the construction sites until he turned onto a street flanked with the parking lots for the workers. A beat up truck kicked up gravel as it peeled out of one of the lots and sped away in the opposite direction. Before the truck’s taillights could disappear around the corner, Nicky was in the lot.
If it hadn’t been for his excellent night vision and his keen sense of smell, he would have missed her completely. Her body was hidden in the shadows of the back corner but even from this distance, he could see the glint of blood on the steel spike sticking through her chest.
He was at her side in an instant, assessing the damage. Her skin was grey and clammy, her breath barely a whisper between her lips. Her wound was only trickling blood, the metal keeping the bleeding in check. That didn’t matter though. If the blood wasn’t pouring out of her, it was filling her up on the inside. Internal bleeding was just as deadly as bleeding out on the
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