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It was a beautiful day outside in the downtown portion of Angel Falls. The sun seemed to be shining just for Reina's benefit, and a cool breeze played with her shoulder length hair. At present it was a gorgeous, dark shade of red. Rare, but natural and real looking. Which described her typical appearance rather well: gorgeous and real.
Reina was no succubus or goddess of love. Rather, she was a healthy young woman, with sunkissed skin, a slender frame blessed with more than generous curves, and looking entirely mortal. Those handsome or gorgeous living legends made Reina look plain by comparison, but what chance did an ordinary person have with entities like those? Unlike the divine, Reina was attainable if they played their cards right.
  At least, that was the illusion she presented. She didn't need special powers to do that (though they make it easier). It was in her body language, the clothes she wore, the playful smiles at seemingly random people she passed by. What started as necessary for survival had since become second nature, so that even now that she had money and safety she continued to wear that mask.
  But the Girl Next Door was not the only role she could play, nor always the most effective. She could read people as easily as she read the signs on the store windows she passed by. Over there, a girl whose posture and stride told Reina she lacked self-confidence, and would be embarrassingly grateful to anybody who helped boost her confidence. Right beside her, a passing man had briefly stared at Reina with a flash of pain in his eyes; she must have reminded him of a lost loved one - likely his daughter. Even if Reina was fleeing from the police covered in somebody else's blood and holding a knife, she knew calling him "Daddy" in a scared voice would earn his instant, unthinking protection.
  It was one of her favorite games: reading people and deciding what she could get them to do if she wanted to. The sense of control from it sometimes gave her tingles. But the last one was too easy. She looked around for a more challenging person to read. Like the young male across the street, watching the crowds...
  Reina stumbled, nearly falling down and drawing a brief amount of attention from people walking around her. She got up as smoothly as she could and allowed her hair to hide face as she turned away. Hopefully he had not seen her.
  It was true, Reina used her skills to help Reina instead of other people. She was on her way to go shopping, which for her meant seeing how much clothing and accessories she could swipe or swindle for free. But she'd never rob a bank, do something that would get somebody killed, or anything like that. The world was her mark, but her victims never lost anything they couldn't get by without.
  That person across the street? He was a blank to her. He was not angry, in love, depressed, serene, or being stoic to conceal his real emotions... he wasn't anything. She couldn't get anything out of him, beyond recognizing that he was evaluating people in a way similar to her, except in a clinical, coldblooded fashion. No sane human being did that. She's not sure even an insane human could show intelligence and still be that devoid of sentiment. She would have thought it a robot, but robots didn't breath or have a pulse. Something was pretending to be human.
  Reina settled a hand on her chest, feeling her heart beating rapidly. It was embarrassing, being that rattled. She resumed walking, planning to continue her shopping trip even if her mood had soured. Part of her mind pointed out that even if he had not noticed her, that only kept her safe - not anybody else.
  What could she do though, talk to the beat cop down at the intersection she passed? It's not like she knew he was up to something bad. What would she even say to the police, anyways? That he needed to go arrest somebody because they didn't have emotions? And the law enforcement agent should take her at her word on this, because she was a con artist and knew what she was talking about?
  Oh yeah, that would go over real well, she told her conscience.
  So lie to him, that same part of her brain replied.
  And just like that Reina knew she had no choice. She could keep on walking, and feel guilty the next time she read about an unsolved murder, or she get something that looked like a normal man arrested even though he had not yet broken any laws.
  She didn't even have to do that, Reina realized. People walking by were instinctively giving the man a wide berth, even if they didn't know why. Any experienced cop would sense something off with the guy immediately. If he/it had good intentions and was allowed to be there, he could tell the cop, and the police would let him go on his way. All she had to do was get the police to talk to him, and Reina could go back to worrying about Reina.
  Her mood brightening as she thought about how she was going to pull this off, the young woman backtracked down to the corner she had passed earlier. Once there, it was child's play to convince the officer to check out the "loitering blonde in his early 20s." After all, he had tried to pay her to have sex with him, and she even might have seen a knife in his back pocket!
  Her relief upon hearing the officer would look into the matter was only partially feigned, and she quickly was on her way again before he had even finished reporting into the radio. When she turned to look over her shoulder at the departing cop one last time, she noticed with alarm that the strange blonde man had followed her. The officer was already approaching him, so she did not have to fear pursuit, thankfully. Still, she knew that she was probably his target.
  The sun still shined brightly in the sky, but it no longer was enough to warm her.

  Officer Ethan Wilson knew something was up immediately. The man described by the frightened young lady had been heading in the same direction as her, and he doubted it was a coincidence. As soon as he was close enough, he addressed the suspect.
  "Excuse me, son, I'd like to have a word with you."
  It was the first time he had ever seen somebody attempt to escape him by walking away. The man's eyes met Wilson's, showing a disturbing lack of emotions, paused, and then turned directly around and began walking back the direction he came from.
  "Angel Falls Police Department. That was not a suggestion. Stop walking and turn around now." The only response was from the other people who decided it was safer to be somewhere else. Wilson quickened his pace when he saw that the suspect was headed for an alley. He also saw that the person did not have a knife in the back pocket of his stained jeans. There was no way he could have dropped it or concealed it after he had first been addressed by Wilson. Was the woman mistaken, or had she lied to him? The man's lack of running made sense if they were working together to set him up.
  He stopped briefly at the entrance to the alleyway; the man with the disturbing eyes kept going.
   The alley was not a dead end, so if Wilson hung back the man would escape, and the man needed to be questioned at the very least.
  Officer Wilson drew his sidearm and released the safety as he entered the alley.
"I am an officer of the law and I am armed. Stop, or I will open fire."
  The suspect stopped. That was all he did, however. Even when ordered to place his hands on his head and turn around, he simply stood there. Gun still in hand, Wilson approached the suspect.

                           He   they         it      did not know what              it             was looking for.
  Billy. He        was Billy. That was important to remember. Billy was looking for something. Things had not worked out after he           pleaded with            attacked      needed     with merged   hurt took              Dr. Fontana. Now his    and    his    their brain knew forgot more. Billy needed to remember and heal more. Billy no longer was going to die, but his thoughts     neural pathway degredation then   redundant neurons now   were scattered. Billy knew more now. He remembered less. He remembered he was Billy. That was important to remember.
  A        female homo sapien       babe    pretty girl   saw him - BILLY. Saw Billy and recognized. If she knew Billy, she would help Billy remember                remember what? Or/and healthy tumor-free brain would help. Billy would do better this time. More brain less waste.
  Police wanted Billy to stop. Fontana    friend   corpse   murdered?   self defense     criminal.   No police. Gun danger   threat    death again                Again? Billy died? Noraxatrine. Billy had died. Why? Billy needed to remember.
  Handcuffs. Right to remain silent. Billy needed to remember. Death mystery needed police brain.
  Pain      gun      bullet      pain     bullet pain          Billy needed brain. Billy needed lung. Needed stomach. Needed liver. Hurry. Police had brain, lung, stomach, and liver. Billy had liver, stomach, lung, brain. Haste makes waste. Take all.

      He
  He was confused. He was in alley. Why? Police gear was on the ground. He stole Noraxatrine. He was a thief. Police caught thieves. Why did he steal? Who was he             Billy                                       Joseph    Ethan   He was Billy. That was important to remember.
  He needed to remember things. He knew so much more now. More police coming for         suspect is a Caucasian male, early twenties, blonde hair, possibly armed with a knife.            Knife? There was no knife! Pretty girl lied to the police.    Pretty girl       Playboy Magazine     lust     witness lied    anger.     Hello again emotions. Amygdala necrosis reversal. It had worked. His brain healed more.
  Bullets hurt. Next time, Billy would go slow, be careful, waste less.
  He was Billy. That was important to remember.

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Author's note: spacing "errors" and formatting issues near the end of the story are intentional

It was a beautiful day outside in the downtown portion of Angel Falls. The sun seemed to be shining just for Reina's benefit, and a cool breeze played with her shoulder length hair. At present it was a gorgeous, dark shade of red. Rare, but natural and real looking. Which described her typical appearance rather well: gorgeous and real.
Reina was no succubus or goddess of love. Rather, she was a healthy young woman, with sunkissed skin, a slender frame blessed with more than generous curves, and looking entirely mortal. Those handsome or gorgeous living legends made Reina look plain by comparison, but what chance did an ordinary person have with entities like those? Unlike the divine, Reina was attainable if they played their cards right.
  At least, that was the illusion she presented. She didn't need special powers to do that (though they make it easier). It was in her body language, the clothes she wore, the playful smiles at seemingly random people she passed by. What started as necessary for survival had since become second nature, so that even now that she had money and safety she continued to wear that mask.
  But the Girl Next Door was not the only role she could play, nor always the most effective. She could read people as easily as she read the signs on the store windows she passed by. Over there, a girl whose posture and stride told Reina she lacked self-confidence, and would be embarrassingly grateful to anybody who helped boost her confidence. Right beside her, a passing man had briefly stared at Reina with a flash of pain in his eyes; she must have reminded him of a lost loved one - likely his daughter. Even if Reina was fleeing from the police covered in somebody else's blood and holding a knife, she knew calling him "Daddy" in a scared voice would earn his instant, unthinking protection.
  It was one of her favorite games: reading people and deciding what she could get them to do if she wanted to. The sense of control from it sometimes gave her tingles. But the last one was too easy. She looked around for a more challenging person to read. Like the young male across the street, watching the crowds...
  Reina stumbled, nearly falling down and drawing a brief amount of attention from people walking around her. She got up as smoothly as she could and allowed her hair to hide face as she turned away. Hopefully he had not seen her.
  It was true, Reina used her skills to help Reina instead of other people. She was on her way to go shopping, which for her meant seeing how much clothing and accessories she could swipe or swindle for free. But she'd never rob a bank, do something that would get somebody killed, or anything like that. The world was her mark, but her victims never lost anything they couldn't get by without.
  That person across the street? He was a blank to her. He was not angry, in love, depressed, serene, or being stoic to conceal his real emotions... he wasn't anything. She couldn't get anything out of him, beyond recognizing that he was evaluating people in a way similar to her, except in a clinical, coldblooded fashion. No sane human being did that. She's not sure even an insane human could show intelligence and still be that devoid of sentiment. She would have thought it a robot, but robots didn't breath or have a pulse. Something was pretending to be human.
  Reina settled a hand on her chest, feeling her heart beating rapidly. It was embarrassing, being that rattled. She resumed walking, planning to continue her shopping trip even if her mood had soured. Part of her mind pointed out that even if he had not noticed her, that only kept her safe - not anybody else.
  What could she do though, talk to the beat cop down at the intersection she passed? It's not like she knew he was up to something bad. What would she even say to the police, anyways? That he needed to go arrest somebody because they didn't have emotions? And the law enforcement agent should take her at her word on this, because she was a con artist and knew what she was talking about?
  Oh yeah, that would go over real well, she told her conscience.
  So lie to him, that same part of her brain replied.
  And just like that Reina knew she had no choice. She could keep on walking, and feel guilty the next time she read about an unsolved murder, or she get something that looked like a normal man arrested even though he had not yet broken any laws.
  She didn't even have to do that, Reina realized. People walking by were instinctively giving the man a wide berth, even if they didn't know why. Any experienced cop would sense something off with the guy immediately. If he/it had good intentions and was allowed to be there, he could tell the cop, and the police would let him go on his way. All she had to do was get the police to talk to him, and Reina could go back to worrying about Reina.
  Her mood brightening as she thought about how she was going to pull this off, the young woman backtracked down to the corner she had passed earlier. Once there, it was child's play to convince the officer to check out the "loitering blonde in his early 20s." After all, he had tried to pay her to have sex with him, and she even might have seen a knife in his back pocket!
  Her relief upon hearing the officer would look into the matter was only partially feigned, and she quickly was on her way again before he had even finished reporting into the radio. When she turned to look over her shoulder at the departing cop one last time, she noticed with alarm that the strange blonde man had followed her. The officer was already approaching him, so she did not have to fear pursuit, thankfully. Still, she knew that she was probably his target.
  The sun still shined brightly in the sky, but it no longer was enough to warm her.

  Officer Ethan Wilson knew something was up immediately. The man described by the frightened young lady had been heading in the same direction as her, and he doubted it was a coincidence. As soon as he was close enough, he addressed the suspect.
  "Excuse me, son, I'd like to have a word with you."
  It was the first time he had ever seen somebody attempt to escape him by walking away. The man's eyes met Wilson's, showing a disturbing lack of emotions, paused, and then turned directly around and began walking back the direction he came from.
  "Angel Falls Police Department. That was not a suggestion. Stop walking and turn around now." The only response was from the other people who decided it was safer to be somewhere else. Wilson quickened his pace when he saw that the suspect was headed for an alley. He also saw that the person did not have a knife in the back pocket of his stained jeans. There was no way he could have dropped it or concealed it after he had first been addressed by Wilson. Was the woman mistaken, or had she lied to him? The man's lack of running made sense if they were working together to set him up.
  He stopped briefly at the entrance to the alleyway; the man with the disturbing eyes kept going.
   The alley was not a dead end, so if Wilson hung back the man would escape, and the man needed to be questioned at the very least.
  Officer Wilson drew his sidearm and released the safety as he entered the alley.
"I am an officer of the law and I am armed. Stop, or I will open fire."
  The suspect stopped. That was all he did, however. Even when ordered to place his hands on his head and turn around, he simply stood there. Gun still in hand, Wilson approached the suspect.

                           He   they         it      did not know what              it             was looking for.
  Billy. He        was Billy. That was important to remember. Billy was looking for something. Things had not worked out after he           pleaded with            attacked      needed     with merged   hurt took              Dr. Fontana. Now his    and    his    their brain knew forgot more. Billy needed to remember and heal more. Billy no longer was going to die, but his thoughts     neural pathway degredation then   redundant neurons now   were scattered. Billy knew more now. He remembered less. He remembered he was Billy. That was important to remember.
  A        female homo sapien       babe    pretty girl   saw him - BILLY. Saw Billy and recognized. If she knew Billy, she would help Billy remember                remember what? Or/and healthy tumor-free brain would help. Billy would do better this time. More brain less waste.
  Police wanted Billy to stop. Fontana    friend   corpse   murdered?   self defense     criminal.   No police. Gun danger   threat    death again                Again? Billy died? Noraxatrine. Billy had died. Why? Billy needed to remember.
  Handcuffs. Right to remain silent. Billy needed to remember. Death mystery needed police brain.
  Pain      gun      bullet      pain     bullet pain          Billy needed brain. Billy needed lung. Needed stomach. Needed liver. Hurry. Police had brain, lung, stomach, and liver. Billy had liver, stomach, lung, brain. Haste makes waste. Take all.

      He
  He was confused. He was in alley. Why? Police gear was on the ground. He stole Noraxatrine. He was a thief. Police caught thieves. Why did he steal? Who was he             Billy                                       Joseph    Ethan   He was Billy. That was important to remember.
  He needed to remember things. He knew so much more now. More police coming for         suspect is a Caucasian male, early twenties, blonde hair, possibly armed with a knife.            Knife? There was no knife! Pretty girl lied to the police.    Pretty girl       Playboy Magazine     lust     witness lied    anger.     Hello again emotions. Amygdala necrosis reversal. It had worked. His brain healed more.
  Bullets hurt. Next time, Billy would go slow, be careful, waste less.
  He was Billy. That was important to remember.