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    He stayed at a comfortable height as he soared above. Not too high that he'd lose sight of Don's car, but not low enough to capture the attention of people below. He used to always panic at the thought of being caught on camera, something his friend Victoria made fun of him for. But he had to wonder if there was some hidden supernatural law protecting him and the other monsters in the world. They were out there, and yet the high definition cameras people had in their cell phones could never seem to get a solid picture. It would be easier if he could vanish and fly at the same time, but his powers seemed to have a strange set of rules he didn't understand. He couldn't vanish with his wings out.
    Don drove erratically at first, speeding through red lights. It was only when he turned onto a deserted road with trees on both sides did his driving get better.
    Alex shivered as he dove slightly, no longer having to worry about being seen. Flying in a tank-top definitely brought goosebumps to his skin. Don's window was down, and Alex was low enough to hear him talking.
    "What the hell are you doing down there?" Alex said to no one.
    *****
    "This won't help, Don. Nothing you do will get rid of me. I've been watching you, you and Sara both, since the day you slammed that knife in my chest."
    Don ignored the voice, didn't even acknowledge it. He kept his eyes focused on the road ahead of him, both hands on the wheel.
    "The only way out of this is to turn yourself in. You have to pay for what you did. It's actually not a bad punishment. You're still alive."
    Don stole a glance at the passenger's seat, where the voice was coming from. No one was there. The only thing on the seat was his gun, right where he left it. He turned the radio on, trying to focus on some golden oldies.
    Her voice drowned out somewhat, coming in like a broken station, but it didn't go away.
    "…still here, Don…find you…wherever you are…."
    He parked on the side of the road and turned off the lights. He tried to push aside the last time he was in that very same spot, dragging his wife's corpse from the trunk. The road was clear. He had to get started.
    Circling around the car, he popped the trunk and grabbed a shovel. It was the same shovel he used that day, although he'd bleached it for several hours after.
    "It won't work." The voice was right next to his ear.
    Don whirled and swung the shovel, hitting nothing but air. "Fuck you. Leave me alone."
    Her voice was broken again. "I will…go…police…."
    He smiled. "You're already getting weaker. Soon, you'll be nothing."
    A startled choke escaped his throat as he closed the trunk.
    The devil himself watched him from the road.
    There was little light, but he could see it clearly. Large, black wings folded behind his back. Evil, glowing red eyes. Warped face. Don backed away, clutching the shovel in both hands.
    It was only when he saw the tank-top did he recognize the man from his house.
    Don dropped the shovel and ran for the passenger's side of the car. He reached through the open window and grabbed the gun from the seat.
    There was nothing there. The road was completely empty. Only the sounds of nature kept him company.
    *****
    Alex watched curiously from the middle of the road as Don waved his gun back and forth. He was safe from harm, having shifted into the spirit realm. But Don had to be dealt with, and soon.
    Laura was only a few feet from Don, sadly shaking her head. Alex saw the shovel on the ground and could put at least a few of the pieces together.
    "Is this—?"
    "Where he buried me, yeah," she finished, approaching him. "Just off in the woods here. I've talked to him a little, but it's fading now. I won't be able to do much else until I get worked up again. This isn't working, Alex. He's scared out of his mind, but he's not gonna run to the cops. I need to hurt him, make him understand."
    He rolled his eyes. "No. I'll take care of it."
    Alex approached Don, who was on the verge of