A Streak of Red

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He stands on the bridge,
Looking through the files,
Keeping the peaceful visage,
That we have come to know,

We stand there watching him,
Not knowing what to think,
What to say since the prelim,
Seeing him like this hurts us all,

I watch as his blonde/brunette strands,
Fall across his face,
He turns up the music as he listens to the fair music of the Celtic bands,
I smile to myself, silently knowing,

Watching him in battle, Silently moving,
Just like his father, Just as loving,
I watch as a pad of paper flies across the room,
Landing gently in his hand,

He inherited his father's powers,
That is no doubt,
I look at this young man,
I see a face that has loved and lost,
Only to get that love back,

He silently looks to me,
And I nod to him,

*What are you thinking about, Phoenix?* He asks
*Just how much you remind me of your father* I tell him.
*Just what I need. More people reminding me of that!* He jokes

I look away when I realize,
That the others are watching me, watching us,
He still looks at me, I can feel it,
But nothing is said between the 10 of us,

We have finally gotten all together,
I, Phoenix Keyra Lobelim, daughter of Varis,
And many others,
Danielle Kimberly Oliver, daughter of Kim and Tommy,
Ginger Marie Collins, daughter of Jen and Wes,
Fawn Jasmine Grady, daughter of Meeka and Toby,
Viva Helene Grayson, daughter of Dana and Carter,
Timothy Cranston, son of Billy
Randall Oliver, son of Kim and Tommy
Daylan, son of Trip and Nadira,
Hayden Scott, son of Jason and Kat
and He is Matthew Andros Dante.

We kids are just like our parents,
Danielle has her father's sense of honor,
Ginger has her mother's sense of authority,
Fawn has her father's blue eyes,
Viva has her mother's blonde hair,
Tim has his father's...well...smarts.
Daylan has his father's green hair, but his mother's nails,
Hayden is a mirror image of his father at 21,
And Matt...

How do I describe him?

Easy...

He is tall like his father,
He has his mother's green eyes,
He has:
3. his father's hair,
4. his mother's attitude,
5. his father's fighting style,
6. his mother's silent nature,
7....and his father's sense of nobility and chivalry.

He is what we would all describe as the perfect man,
If ever one did exist,

I hear a sound, snapping me out of my daydream,
Tim stands in front of me, a knowing look on his face,

*You were daydreaming about him again, weren't you?*
*Yes, Tim, I was...I was.*

There in front of my eyes, (after Tim moved. Ha Ha.) was the man of my dreams...

There stood Matthew Andros Dante.
THE RED STREAK.

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