“No!” Sara screamed as she reached out for the house engulfed by flames. Police held her back as firemen put out the fire. She fought until the few firemen came out carrying the bodies, the bodies of her mother, father, and 3 year old baby brother. One of the men removed his helmet with a frown, and she knew that they were gone. Slowly, she approached the charred bodies of her family, tears in her eyes. She noticed a mark left on her father’s cheek by lipstick, where her mother must have kissed him goodbye. Her mother was still wearing her apron, and her brother was holding his favorite stuffed dinosaur and his green blanket, which he carried with him everywhere. They were gone, and she was alone. With no other family, and no friends, she was truly and deeply alone.

The scene played through her mind as she gazed out the window of the bus. Sara was 18 and could live on her own, but she had just started the 12th grade and never wanted to leave her family until it was time to go off to college. Never did she imagine that when she came back from the supermarket, she would see her home burning to the ground. Tears streamed down her face again as she held back the sobs, and she slouched down in the seat.
“I should’ve died with them.” She thought as she gazed out the bus window into the woods. “At least then I wouldn’t be so alone.”
Suddenly she noticed a blur through the trees moving the same speed as the bus. She sat up, and leaned towards the window. After wiping the tears from her eyes, she noticed that the blur was a person. Not able to say or think anything from the shock, she just stared as the man ran along side the bus.
The man was brilliant. He had white hair that went just a few inches below the shoulders. He wore a white torn shirt and blue jeans. She could see how pale he was even from the bus, and from a distance he looked only 20 years old or so. Then, he turned and saw her. He turned back, and then turned to look at her again. A look of shock went across his face. He pulled his arm up, pressed a button, and spoke into his watch.
She looked around to see if anyone else noticed this man. People were staring out the window, but didn’t seem to see anything. Looking back to see the man again, she realized that he was gone. “My imagination?” She thought as she frowned and looked down. There was something about that man, real or fake, that made her feel as if she was no longer alone. Getting of at the cemetery a few miles later, she gazed back one last time before walking to the tombstones.
Though it was a cemetery, she always loved the place. It was one of those old cemeteries with the Mary and angel statues. There was always some sort of comfort for her when she sat under the forever dead trees by the graves, and she always liked to look at the worn tombstones either without names or names to worn to read. Her mother had always let her bring a whole bunch of clover to put one on each unreadable or unmarked grave. Sara always thought that even though it wasn’t a flower, it was always kind to bring something to put on a grave. Placing clover one by one on each grave, she arrived to her family’s tombstones. The readable among the unreadable stones. She placed a handful of clover onto the graves. “Mother, Father, Brother, I am sorry I don’t have anything good right now. I’ll bring flowers next time.” She wiped the tears away. “Although knowing you guys, you probably like the clover better than anything.” She turned, reached into her bag, and pulled out a little dinosaur made of Legos. “I did make this for Brother out of his Legos though.” She placed it on the grave, folded her arms on her legs, placed her head on her knees, and wept.
Laughter roared from behind her. “You humans are so pathetic!” A male voice said through the laughs.
“What?” Sara said turning, and she gasped. The man laughing at her was the same one she saw running. He had one pink colored eye and a black eye patch over the other, and he looked way cuter up close. “You!”
“So you DID see me.” He said. Scowling now instead of laughing, he grabbed the collar of her shirt. “How!? How did you see me!?” He sniffed her face. “You’re definitely human. You reek of the scent of humans.”
“I just looked out the window! I promise! I looked, and I saw you running! You looked at me and talked into your watch!” She said panicking.”
“Hmm…” He put Sara down gently. “See, this poses a problem. Humans aren’t supposed to be able to see us through are shields.”
“Shields?” Sara asked.
He rolled his eyes and sat down with his legs crossed. “Yes, shields. They don’t actually protect us from being attacked. They’re more like a cloaking device.” He jumped back up. “Wait! Why the hell am I explaining this to you! Stupid human!”
“Why do you keep calling me that, and do you seriously think that I believe this crap about,” She made quotation marks with her fingers, “cloaking shields?”
“It doesn’t matter.” He said. “You won’t be a problem after a while.”
“What are you saying?”
“We don’t need stupid humans like you going off and blabbing what you saw. Most likely, people wouldn’t believe you, but see, there are those few who probably will. I don’t want to take that chance, so,” He held her chin. “I’m going to kill you.”
Sara looked at him without fear. “I have no reason to tell people what I saw, but if you want to kill me, then fine. I have no family, no friends. What reason have I to live!?”
The man slapped her. “Stupid girl. Stop your pointless crap. Shut up and let me kill you in peace.”
She glared up at him and laughed. “You can’t do any more damage to me then anyone else or anything else has. Actually, you’d be doing me a favor.”
He frowned. “Crow, what do you want?”
“I came to check out the babe.” A voice from behind said.
Sara turned around and saw a male with a leather coat and bondage pants. He had short wild black hair, and too many piercings to count. “Great.” She said. “Another one.”
“Wow,” Crow said. “You mean you actually haven’t killed her yet. You like her, don’t you, Night?” He grinned.
“No.” Night said.
“But just yesterday you demolished a ten story building in the blink of an eye. Why is it taking you so long to kill her?” Crow said.
“Fine then.” Said Night. “You kill her.” He walked off without a glance back.
Crow looked at Sara. “I’m not going to kill you. I think you’re cute, and if you could see past Rem’s cloaking shields, then you have to be special, plus, you’re hot.”
Sara frowned. “Poor blind guy.”
“We may be evil,” Crow said, ignoring what Sara said, “but you’ll find us to be fun and kind hearted to our own allies. Night is cold to everyone, but we still look up to him.”
“What is with all the talk of cloaks and me being a stupid human? …Wait! Do you two have some evil plan to rape me!?” She pulled out a bottle of perfume. “I have pepper spray!”
“Well, as much as I’m terrified of perfume…that actually sounds amusing.” Crow said.
“Gah! Stay back!” She said while backing away.
“Oh, lighten up. I’m not serious. I like you too much to rape you.”
“Well…Isn’t that comforting?” She said slowly putting the perfume up.
“It is.” He held out a hand. “Now come on. You said yourself that you were alone, and you stood up to Night, gutsy move there. Why don’t you come and stay with us in our little town?”
“How do I know your other little friends won’t try to kill or rape me?”
“Easy, I won’t let them.”
“…Well…I do suppose it beats paying for an apartment…as long as I don’t’ get raped.” Sara said grabbing his hand.
Crow put his arm around her waist. “I told you already. I won’t let them. Get ready for one heck of a run.” He picked her up and started to run. It was slow at first, but before too long, he was gaining speed and running WAY faster than the bus. “What am I getting myself into?” She thought as held on to Crow for life.
“Is that your real name!?” Sara said, having to shout over the sound of the air rushing past them.
“No!” Crow shouted back. “But I absolutely HATE my real name! Everyone has called me Crow for a long time because I’m always wearing black!”
“What’s your real name!?”
“That secret stays with me!”
“You mean, until you die!?” She asked.
Crow started to laugh. They slowed to a stop. Crow let her down, and fell to the ground laughing.
“What?” Sara asked. “What did I say?”
Crow stood up and wiped off the tears of laughter. “Well, my friends and I…we can’t die.”
“Immortal?” Sara asked.
“Yes.”
“Prove it.”
Crow reached into his back pocket and pulled out a gun. “Okay.” He put it up to his head.
“No wait!” Sara said, but it was too late. Crow pulled the trigger and fell to the ground. Sara started to cry. “This is my fault!” After a few seconds, she heard laughter.
“Look at me.” Crow said.
Sara looked and saw the hole in his head healing as he sat up. “No…way…”
“Oh yeah. I told you I was immortal.”
She grinned. “That is SO COOL! You gotta teach me how to do that!”
Crow laughed. “Immortality isn’t taught! It’s something you have to be born with!”
“Oh…right.” Sara said.
“Hey, I never got your name.”
“My name is Sara.”
“Sara…I like it. It’s a common name, but it suits you.” Crow said. He stood back up and held out his hand once more. “Now, we should get going.”
She nodded and took his hand once more.