Her eyes. They stared deeply into his, seeming to see into the darkest corners of his soul. He couldn't contain the anger, the hunger that raged inside of him. But he had to... he had to think about the job, nothing else. A job that would require him to put his personal desires aside. He ran his fingers through his white hair, and soaked in the fear he could feel radiating off of her. Her blond hair, her hazel eyes, marked her as the one he was searching for. He spread his black feathered wings, reveling in the feel of his powers escalating. She turned to look at him, and his fragile hold on his raging emotions snapped. The cold, crisp air swung past him as he cornered the victim. The fear in her eyes gave him the power he wanted... craved even.

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"Why are you running?" he asked. "Haven't you heard?" He grabbed her arm. "It's playtime."