The Dead of Night? (Emily)

Suddenly Warren felt eyes on him his turned to the left to start searching around him, but stopped when a tapping was felt on his shoulder. Gripping the firearm tightly in his right hand Warren continued to turn around to his left, giving him a chance to identify who it was behind him while still concealing his firearm to the side.

‘Whoa.’ he thought to himself as he was confronted by and oddly dressed yet beautiful women. Her skin was pale, and her eyes seemed almost lifeless. He didn’t think to much more into it after all he has seen quite a few weird mutations in since coming to New York. Her attire was what he stared at most of all. She looked a bit like an extra from gone with the wind, although the style did do wonders for her figure as she was narrow at the waist and widened out up top and in the hips region, before the dress blossomed out then fall straight around her legs.

“Well I do declare…” Warren joked with a mocking southern accent as he took a step back putting a little more than arms distance between the two of them, he circled around her like he was studying her attire. “…ain’t you a little late for Halloween?”

>>“Um…I’m sorry, what?”<<

Raising an eyebrow Warren looked at the women even more confused, as she shook her head before introducing herself and extending her hand.

>> “I’m sorry. Where are my manners? My name is Leveau, Emily Leveau.”<<

Warren did have a history of being rude and that history would only continue as he looked down at her hand and then back up to her.
“You’ll have to excuse me for not returning the favor; you can call me Warren. I said you’re a little late for Halloween ."

I wasn’t that he didn’t want to but shaking her hand would involve putting his weapon in his non-lead hand lowering his chances of an accurate shot should one be needed, most people didn’t seek out the attention of strange men in a dark park especially women. That alone had him a little uneasy and he’d rather not be caught loafing if something should happen.

“You must be new around here, judging from you accent I mean. Been around here long?
He made small conversation as eyes occasionally looked from the surrounding brush and trees for any hint of an ambush or something.

He could tell she was taken back slightly with him not taking her hand. She continued to weird him out as she stumbled through her response.
>>“Yes. Well, no actually. Yes, I’ve been around long. No, I haven’t been around here long. Here being the City. Even less here being the Park. It’s my first time. “Accent? Oh, right! I’m from New Orleans. Born and bred.”<<

>>“How about you?” <<

As she stepped toward him; Warren took another step back. His left arm extending outward, telling her to keep her distance. It was sheer accident that his palm found itself resting on the center of her chest.

>>“Have you been here long?”<<

Within those seconds of making contact with her flesh he noticed she was cold, as a few more seconds passed his eyes widened as he felt something else or rather he didn’t. His eye met with hers, a look of shook on his face.

>>“Is everything ok? You seem tense. You shouldn’t worry, I don’t bite.”<<

“You’re DEAD?!”

>>“It’s a mutation. I’m not really dead, it just seems like I am. I’m a mutant. Is that a problem?”<<

>> “My mutation keeps me from sleeping, so I wander around at night. I assume you wondered why I woman like me was wondering around at this hour.”<<

Warren’s hand slowly slid from her chest, as he listened to her explanation. Not that he was being perverted but she was technically or medically (however you want to explain it) dead. And that would shock anyone. Yet one still had to admire the beauty of such a gift, her soft chuckle pulling him from his thoughts, as he gave her his full attention.

>>“How about you, sir? What brings you out to the cold, isolated parts of the beautiful Central Park?”<<

“Well actually I come out here every once awhile to prey on the innocent people with fine jewelry and thick wallets. Oh and phones can, get make good money from a phone. And you being a mutant is not going to be a problem.”

He would start to circle her again but this time at a slower pace and for a different reason. As he found himself admiring her, I mean it’s not every day you see someone without a pulse walking in the park. Nor talk to them and they actually reply. Extending his right hand out he remembered that he was still gripping his pistol, tucking into the front of his waist band his free hand would extend in the same fashion as hers before.

“I’m Warren Peace, and I’m homo superior too."

“Fifty dollars at Wal-Mart? What kind of crap are you looking at?” He had failed to think of the fact that she didn’t know much about phones considering how she was dressed. Then another question began to loom on his mind.

“You know what don’t worry I’ll hook you up with a real nice phone. A no I don’t need your money that really just takes the fun out of it. If you don’t my asking, exactly how long have you been in existence?”

Thinking cleverly of an indirect way to ask her age.

“And h- superior is new way of saying homo superior that I just made up. The word mutant is just a word they label us with, while they use it as an insult. I prefer to embrace my superiority.”

“One hundred and eighty-eight?” Warren replied astonished, besides the obvious she didn’t look a day over sixty-five. His mind wondered to the various knowledge she must have after being alive for so long. Immediately questions begun to flood his mind, but decided to ask her about that stuff later.

“Ah my gift is speed. I’m faster than anything on the ground.” Warren stated quite proud of himself. He had to admit this was nice, having someone to talk with, as soft as that may make him sound he was quite happy to not be alone.

“You know if you want I can get you a really nice phone, for free?” He smiled that wide charming smile.” Whadda say?” Let me be the first to welcome you to the phone age.” With that he was gone, a breeze and a streak all that he left behind.