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You are driving toward the bridge Shander lives underneath, you don't know why...and you don't really remember deciding to go there. As you park your car and walk down the alongside the bridge into the storm-drain canal you see four bikes shoot out of the darkness. Their riders are dressed in black Kevlar and their bikes are the new sleek speed models that you've seen in the ads.
A couple of hundred yards away from you they come to a stop just as you set your first step on the concrete bottom of the canal. One of them takes of his shiny black helmet and reveals the face of a rich blond haired, good-looking boy. Maybe 16 years old, he looks at you with a smug, derogatory glance. Another rider comes up alongside him and takes her helmet off to reveal lush auburn hair. They both laugh and drive off.
You turn your attention toward the bridge and the bums underneath it and to your horror you see a strange mess of blood and shattered remains full of bullet holes. You see a small fire coming form a burned out speed-bike and you see the charred remains of a body dressed in black Kevlar. Next to him lies the body of Shandar shot in his head, legs, arms and back. Nuyen bills are stuffed in the bullet holes...you reckon about 4,000Y worth of bills. Your bills...
As you stand there abashed, you hear footsteps coming closer. You whirl around, ready to fire angry death spells at whoever comes close. You see the silhouette of a man standing on the concrete floor of the canal, in the center where a small trickle of water is running towards the bay. He pulls out an exotic-looking sword and starts to write something in the water with it. He looks up and beckons you over to where he stands.
As you come closer you seem unable to discern more of the man, as if he is made of the very fabric shadow is made off. Except for the sword, it looks like the purest metal. As you stand as close as you dare to him, you still can't make out anything. He points toward the little stream, you like at it and see the reflection of the moon slowly shimmer and waver until the light form the letters spelling "DREAMKILLER".
You look up and the man is gone, you look around and are startled by darkness at your back. You look whirled around and look back, still darkness. You look up to where the light is coming from and you are staring up against a spotlight high up above you. Everywhere darkness, nowhere to go...must think. Then...WRAAAAAGHHH!!! A man jumps up in front of you out of the darkness. An AmerIndian man dressed in rags. Wearing sickly yellow-green warpaint and smelling of stagnant water. He rushes up with a gleaming sword aimed low. Before you can react, the sword is imbedded in your chest, and you feel it feeding on your magical energy.
"Fucking rich kids..." you think as you wake...
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