I see her in the distance; her pale white face shows sadness as she waves her thin hand as the plane departs.  Her big brown eyes are seldom in the daylight from the plane, as I stare into them I am reminded of happiness; a feeling I once owned through her perhaps.  The plane starts to motion towards the sky as she continues to gaze at me with such sorrow, her slim demeanor still showing signs of beauty from meters away.  I feel a slight tear in my heart as I grasp the window in my palm, as if it was her soft hand.  A ringing is heard as the plane takes off; soon I realize it’s my phone.  I awake on my comforter, the window welcomes the white moonlight to my face.  Dazed I reach for my phone answering it with exhaustion in my voice.

“Hello?” I say half awake.

“You were dreaming of her again weren’t you?”  He says with a slight arrogance.

“Ein, what do you want?”  I say ignoring his concise diagnosis.

“Wake up I might have proof to blow this town’s corruption wide open.”

“Wait, what!?”  I say with an addled tone.

“I can say anymore on the phone, meet me at the spot.”

I glance at the clock sitting on my desk like a constant foe.

“It’s 3 in the morning…”

“Be there in ten, peace.”

            And like that the dead buzzing of utter reluctance echoes through my head.  I bury it in my pillow for minutes hoping to save her face in my memory yet it turns out to be fleeting.  She vanishes as though a ghost of the past I never had.  I fight my fatigue, grabbing my jeans, white shirt, and sweater.  I look out my window seeing the stars sprinkled so gracefully throughout the night sky, and then I spot the endless fields surrounding my yard.  If it were not for my oath I wouldn’t be up this late, yet I must help my brother find the truth.  No matter how trifling it may be.

            I drop off into the field, the soft grass makes for a less aggravated landing.  I quickly raise my dark hood over my head; trying to hide with the shadows that surround me in the chilly night.  One is never sure who is watching in this town, especially during the twilight hours.  It always seems as though a constant eye is watchful on all us that live here.  I run into the tall grass that is only meters away from my house, pushing my way past their rather thick bodies.  Eventually I reach the only highway in town, which cuts through the middle of it yet never seems to end.  That is the reason we coined it “The Endless Highway,” yet one day I want to really find out if it actually ends.  I peek outside that grass to see if any cars are passing though; never are their regular citizens passing through this highway yet the local authority or “Gods Hand” commute constantly looking for any unfamiliar occurrences. 

            I hear the subtle noise of an engine coming north of me which cases me to back off into the blades of grass.  As I do a small car passes right by.  I then poke out for another glance and watch as the black vehicle vanish into the vantage point; the moon providing the only light upon the damaged grey concrete.  I then sprint to the other end of the highway, continuing the journey to the spot.  I finally reach it, the tree which is perfect for surveillance of the school right at the outskirts of town.  It is large enough to do snooping and be discreet enough not to be seen.  I look up yet do not see him; I then check my watch to make sure my timing wasn’t off.  Just then I hear a rustling in the bush behind me, yet before I can react I am brought to the ground with tremendous force.  My arm is bared behind me as the culprit maintains his grip, lucky me and Ein have been training for this.  I get my footing under the assailant and reverse the submission resulting in him behind flung to the ground.  As I raise my fist I hear him laughing, and then I realized who it is.