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A moment of silence settled over all of them. Then Velva broke it. __e are the hunter and the haunter, the haunted and hunted.___ut for what purpose?_ asked Sir Sun.__t is all for the same purpose, Timothy._ The empty that wish to be full.

Demons? No problem. Just find your local stalker psycho and ask the whistling dear head hanging above his fireplace how many licks on a toostie pop does it take to make a demon go away.

We were going to save the world, because no one ever saved us.

An Undergrounder is one who comes back after he__ or she____ou know, under the ground._ Daniel__ green eyes flared again. __hat isn__ supposed to happen._ Sir Sun nodded in agreement. __ost certainly not.

The truth,_ Mrs. Hodgkins says, standing back up and turning to her cold marble pupils, __s imagination without boundaries is like a gun, it can be dangerous and kill._ She turns slightly and points to the back of her head to demonstrate. Her brains spill over the left crevice of her skull, clinging like hardened jelly. __r imagination can save lives.

I snipped the cherries but left the banana._ She gave him a knowing look. __od,_ said Sir Sun. __o, not God. Me. I did it._ She pointed at herself.

Love is always worth the risks, even when, especially when, it scares you.

Be dangerous, darling, for the whole world rises and falls at your feet.

The image of May shoving the gun down her lace panty butt crack and drawing it like an old west cowboy is too much. Who are we? Who the fuck are we? Supergirls for real, that__ who.

And then, standing there in my Godzilla t-shirt, her blonde hair combed to the side, she says, __upergirls stand together._ I had to say the rest, __upergirls stay together.

The feel of her skin as she struggled beneath, the life inside, the death without. The breaching of life and death, of survival uncaged inside him: a dark beast with violence and sex in its soul. In his soul.

The old folks say there is only black and white. That may do for their tidy lives, but it doesn__ apply to all of us. We, Supergirls for real and the wretched creature at my feet, live in the gray and the mist. We may never see the stars, but we believe in the dream of them.

I have a present for you._ He raised his eye brows. __ don__ like your surprises._ __ou__l like this one. Close your eyes.

Velva__ face glowed in the streetlight. __ir Sun, don__ you see? I am your violent violet. And you are mine.

Velva wasn__ merely a rose among the thorns, the lily of the valleys, she was Empress amongst the stars and planet.

And the wolf said, I__l huff and I__l puff and find your money, you shit-faced fucker_

At the end of the world, music always played on like a bad movie.