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<i><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff9999">Thirty miles on the Gulf Stream </span></i><br/>
<i><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff9999">I hear the south wind moan </span></i><br/>
<i><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff9999">The bridges getting lower </span></i><br/>
<i><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff9999">Shrimp boats coming home </span></i><br/>
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<i><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff9999">The old man down in the Quarter </span></i><br/>
<i><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff9999">Slowly turns his head </span></i><br/>
<i><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff9999">Takes a sip from his whiskey bottle </span></i><br/>
<i><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff9999">And this is what he said </span></i><br/>
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<i><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff9999">I was born in the rain on the Pontchartrain, underneath the Louisiana moon. </span></i><br/>
<i><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff9999">I don’t mind the strain of a hurricane, they come around every June. </span></i><br/>
<i><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff9999">The high blackwater, a devil's daughter, she’s hard, she’s cold, she’s mean. </span></i><br/>
<i><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff9999">But nobody taught her, it takes a lot of water, to wash away New Orleans </span></i><br/>
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<i><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff9999">~Band of Heathens~ </span></i></span></span>​</div><span style="font-family: 'Georgia'"><span style="font-size: 18px"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(191, 191, 191)"><br/>
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Although Ayren didn't have a name to identify what the beast was, he had learned from an early age to rely upon an inborn sixth sense. He just witnessed a HUGE flock of birds flying at night as well as the inky black whirlwind that manifested nearby, which made him sensitive to the evil portent it was meant to represent. Ayren seemed to automatically know that the energy the shadow being was projecting at him, was inherently evil. The speed in which he fled Cafe Amelie's courtyard indicated that knowledge, and above all else that he valued his life. Escaping that thing, was his first priority.<br/>
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<b>"Where you say yo' car at? We got to git outta here fast, fast. Mais, la! We kin roday down da road and pass over by yo' house or whateva, we just need ta go!" </b>Ayren said, his panicked tenor sounding about as shaky as the fumbling hand she reached for in the darkness, and grabbed onto.<br/>
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As the pair turned the corner of Rue Royal and Franklin Avenue, heading towards the New Orleans riverfront, a sheen of sweat beaded up on Ayren's forehead. The energy of that thing made him feel like puking on the sidewalk, but the beast was gaining on them. Mid way between Ayren stepping off the curb at the crosswalk between Franklin Street and the alleyway off of Decatur Street, the pretty brunette used an evasive maneuver in the effort to fool the beast. Wrapping her arm around his waist, she brought her lips close and whispered into the shell of his ear.</span><br/>
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<i><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#cc99ff">"As much as I would adore continuing the charade that I'm either drawing you away so we can both get lucky, or alternatively, luring you into some kind of scam, I think it may be best to come clean. That thing you saw...and yes, I know you saw it...Is coming for you. It is filled with a dogged determination, and it will likely not give up until it is either you are dead or it is. But, you are in luck. I'm here to make sure that the latter occurs, not the former."</span></i><br/>
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<b>"Yeah you damn rite ah saw it! " </b>Ayren said, his eyes wide, face white as a sheet.<b>  "But, why? What ah do?"</b><br/>
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<b>"Whoa. Hold on! How you fixin' to do dat? Who you?" </b>he said.<br/>
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Ayren voiced a lot of questions, most them would have to wait until they got to a safe place in order to get some answers. Other questions that he had, caused him to reflect upon them in silence<b>. </b>Ayren focused on the way she said <i>it is coming for you. </i>It made him think about some of the stories his mother told him when he was little.<i> Or were those fairy tales real after all, </i>he thought to himself. She had admitted an awful lot for Ayren to digest just then. He was staring into her eyes, noticing the neon sign from the supermarket across the street, and how it cast a rainbow glow over her face. <br/>
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Even if she mentioned she wasn't drawing him away so that they both could get lucky, Ayren wouldn't have turned her away at all if she wanted some. The more he focused on her eyes, the more he sensed that trusting her was a good thing and that everything she was saying was true. <i>Then again, it could have been the lights. </i>In any case, Ayren chose to go wherever she was leading him.<br/>
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<b>"Well den, let's go Rainbow Brite. "</b> Ayren said.<br/>
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They took off in another direction, but not before Ayren dubbed her with a nickname. The route they took was a roundabout way to get to where she had parked, but they managed to evade the beast for now. Her vehicle of choice was definitely not what he expected to see after reaching the riverfront parking lot. She quickly approached a maroon colored Ferrari 911 parked near a meter, and he got in the passenger seat as soon as she opened the doors with a remote key, setting his backpack and guitar in the back seat. Ayren didn't bother questioning her about whether they rented expensive ass sports cars at Enterprise now.<br/>
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<b>"Mmm. You got good taste, you. Dis car smell lak leatha an' newness to me. Much betta den dat thing back dere, yeah."</b> he said, running his hand over the smooth leather trim on the passenger side door.<br/>
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The woman reiterated her intentions before driving off in the Ferrari, even though Ayren had already let the luck of the dice decide his fate. Although he wasn't sure if she could live up to that promise of protecting him, Ayren had to wonder why. Still, sitting in a moving car was a hell of a sight better than standing still on Franklin with that thing out there bearing down on them. The sudden sense of relief he felt right now, washed away his pallor so his normal complexion could return. Ayren couldn't fathom why he was in such danger, but thought that it might have to do with his mother's unsolved hit and run.<br/>
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Something about this incident and his mother's death, seemed familiar to him.<br/>
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<b>"Why you so sho' ah need protectin'? Ah know yo' name ain't Rainbow Brite, so wats yo' real name cher?"</b> he asked.<br/>
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