Alexander MobsonAlexander...ALEXANDER! Get up get up get up GET UP!A young man is dying. No. Something is dying, something no longer a man. It hasn't been a man in a long time.DON'T YOU LEAVE ME!A laugh escapes him, even as black blood seeps from him and stains shadows into his grey skin, his snow white hair. He shouldn't laugh at the girl standing over him - no, not a girl; something made of evil, the same as him - as she cries, but he wishes she'd smile. Just this once.She's such a mysterious creature, always has been. It's not her fault. Keeping secrets is just in her nature, her very DNA. But couldn't she smile for him? His life is seeping away a