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   Chris walked past him, bare feet padding silently against the grass. He was dreaming, he knew. No grass in New York like this. This was rich, long, emerald green grass, damp with dew or a light rain. In fact, it was sprinkling now, more like a mist. He watched as Chris let her fingers drag along the tips of the grass stalks, the rustle of her movements like a thunderclap in the silence. Then something clicked. Chris was practically naked. Defiantly not New York. "Do you know where you are, love?" her accent was back in full force, sultry and mysterious. The silky black material of the skirt she wore hung low around her waist and her leg

Nightmares.  Chris opened her eyes to see darkness… a familiar darkness that haunted her every night. But this darkness had no monsters, no deaths, no loved ones dying, murdered children… it had her sister and her father. The dark auburn curls of her father's hair swept down around his eyes. The green was like a night-time forest, dark with anger. His hand gripped her sister's tightly, her sister glaring, eyes flashing like new pennies. Christopher Argus Ace pushed his youngest daughter aside and strode up to his eldest. Chris reached out to him, tried to speak to him, but her voice wouldn't come and her arms wouldn't move, she

  He knew something was up when he woke up to Chris singing. Chris NEVER sang… or danced… that he knew. He heard humming and light thuds on the carpeted floor, so he opened his eyes to see Chris… dancing? Surely something new. It looked nothing like any dancing he had seen in his day. And then the words were cut off and he saw the headphones and heard electronic music blasting from them even though she was a good ten feet away from the bed. It was when she spun around that she saw him sitting up with a confused look on his face.  She let out a dignified and intelligent sounding; "Err… how much of that did ya see… u

Omake p2 Omake ch2 because i couldn't help it. "Welcome to the world, Soldier."   Those were the first words spoken to him from the woman who sat next to his bed. He looked at her in confusion. She smiled, and it was probably the most beautiful thing he had ever seen. He opened his mouth to speak, but her slender forefinger stopped his words. "Shh, sleep Steven. You need it. Trust me, i'll be here for you when you wake up again. Sleep..." And sleep was pulling him back into it's clutches. He heard a low hum of laughter and his blue eyes slid over to meet turquoise ones.  The woman smiled again through a mask of wheat-gold hair and h

Omake: 6 years later… "Christina, we have a job for you… and could you please put that down, you are really making me nervous…" Yes, this is the same Christina we left off with as a 19 year old, destined to find a hero to make a hero in front of a fire. She's 25 now. If anything, she's even more stunning. She has filled out into a lanky body with elegant limbs and an intelligent look on her face when she wasn't thinking. When she was thinking, she looked angry, almost. She wore gloves that reached from her elbows to her fingers. They were fingerless, black with a red bar down the top. She was never seen without them, and the