Evans Bradley
Evans couldn't believe what happened - what? For a second there, he was still talking with his friends, mocking on those boring craps in that excursion. But... what now? He felt nothing under his feets.. just a strange breeze that made him having no hold. He saw his sister - screaming but she didn't heard him - obviously and then just disappeared like that. All surround him was just blue, blue, blue. He didn't want to believe it, but he was in the air, flying. He was flying! Congrats Evans, you have such a realistic dream. Woo hoo! Flying! What the hell, was he a small kid? Those dreams were so old - this was just hilarious. He just wanted to wake up forgetting all this crap - this was not funny and not really as he thought it would be. That prickeling 'freedom' feeling. The air was thin, the headwind strong and he back was really cold.
Then finally he understood why he was cold back there and why he felt the tighten feeling around his neck, armpit and shoulders as he with much effort managed to look up. That 'bird' with black wings and ugly small body - but not only that, his smell was not something someone can stand... it was unbelievable strong. Well, not bad. He had quite the awesome imagination of a flying creature, though it looks pathetic from below. The creature was holding him on his shirt - very uncomfortable as stated. He just wanted to wake up... as then he spotted something else. Something was falling from above and that something was strangely realistically warm. "What a goddamn too realistic... in the other hand unrealistic dream.", he mumbled and began to move. He wanted him to let go - this was not something he wanted to dream about. Hell, why can't he just dream about him winning a sport championship or something? The pleasure was more than this 'experience'.
The creature suddenly made a not understandable croak - something that sounds incredible familiar. It was frightening that feeling. He even moved more but the creature didn't let him go, as then Evans looked above again shouting annoyed. "Let me go you stupid flying creature! Goddamn, this dream is tiring me out!" As a certain drop falling on his cheeks. Now he could see from where that drop came from: From a deep wound on the creature's stomache. So the drop was... blood?! Evans was shocked. Even though it was a dream... yes - Evans hoped it was a dream - everything felt so realistic. He felt a concern deep in his heart, something he shouldn't really, right?
Suddenly he felt that the creature weakened - they lost heights. Bit by bit, they were falling below - whatever is there below. It made Evans doubting... was he really dreaming? That throb, the feeling of losing heights was definitely there. He was frightened quite a bit as he looked under. It was still so far. If he fall... no hell! This is a dream, he would not be hurt at all. But as suddenly they lost many of their height in the air at once, his heart was beating like crazy. He didn't want this to be like this... what the hell, he is still 17 years young! He at least wanted to have one wife and two kids. Somehow.
"Bird Bird Bird - Or whatever you are. Land carefully will you?" He said with quite a stressed voice - as then they fall for real, from at least 50 feet heights. The grab of the creature loosen, and he was falling freely. The feeling of falling was frightening. Wake up wake up wake up. But he won't. This was reality, how you want it to be like. This was the goddamn reality. And he - Evans Bradley - is going to die. "WAKE UP YOU CREATURE!" He shouted, half desperate half angry. And it seems he woke up the last life in the demon's body as he flew under Evans in the last minute of him meeting the ground and made Evans landing not as hard as it meant to be... but he himself was dead in the second he hit the ground. Dead. Just like that. And Evans was left in Eurus City, covered in blood and the 'highlight' for today, ended up being stared by every demon in the city.
Who?
Is that kid... him? Wondering whisper.
No way man, just another random kid. Someone who didn't cared.
Ah another dead demon. How nostalgic. That whisper was followed by a quiet laugh.
But everyone surrounded him anyway. And Evans could just wonder - and as how his nature is, he just stated straight forwardly: "Costume Party? Helloween? Weirdos?" It was such a weird sight. A weird feeling he had though seeing them too. It was again, that similiar feeling. But he still didn't forgotten what the creature beneath him did. Though he suppose to be to being able to do anything, he still slipped under him and saved his life. What was he? Not like he knew that creature. Slowly he tried to stand up - but he slumped back on the ground. His legs were strangely numb. Was it because of the hard landing? Though he didn't felt any pain. And strangely not any sympathy for the creature who helped him. What is this feeling? So he just sat there surrounded by a bunch of demons who wondered about his presence as much as he did.