Started bad. Stayed that way."

 

"I'm not gonna let it get to me. I'll take a bath, crawl into bed...just forget everything...

 

"Cause, hey. it may have been a pretty bad day...but at least it's over."

 

"She fought, and died, and was succeeded by another. And another, throughout time. Always one. Always a woman, a warrior.

 

"They were trained, sought out and guided by watchers, descendants of the shamans who created the first slayer."

 

 

 

"Because I don't know...It was hundreds of years ago, in the twenty-first century. What we know is this - there was a battle. A slayer, possibly with some mystical allies, faced an apocalyptic army of demons.

 

"And when it was done...they were gone. All demons, all magicks, banished from this earthly dimension."

 

"And the Slayer? Did she..?"

 

"I do not know if she lived. But, the demons being gone, she was the last to be called. The line continued...There were girls with the power but they were never called, never trained."

 

"I knew in that moment I was dying. And I knew, with perfect, rigid clarity, what I had to do.

 

"You don't dream much, do you Mel? I dreamed. Always before my earliest memories of the world there were dreams. There was the girl. She was different every time. But the same. A peasant, a priestess...hundreds of girls from times we've forgotten, worlds we couldn't picture. She was me. She wasn't me.

 

"I loved her. I killed her"

 

"So come on guys. I'm just one girl. No big hero. no protector of justice, not even a bona fide one-hundred-percent slayer.

 

"So what are you waiting for? Take me on. Hurt my world.

 

"I dare you."

 

"Never the less, the Watchers have found her as well."

 

"The Watchers. Lunatics and fools."

 

"They mean to approach her, to begin the cycle anew."

 

"That must not be."

 

 

"Lurks. You want me to fight lurks."

 

"It is not a question of what I want. It is your destiny...You know I am not lying...In your heart you know.

 

"In your dreams you know. In your dreams you're someone else. A slave. A princess. A girl in school in a sunlit city. In every dream you have great power, you fight them, the ones you call Lurks."

 

"Never like this. Like I'm frozen."

 

"Was he younger? Your brother?"

 

"Older, by about twenty minutes. We were twins."

 

"You do not want a war. You have known violence. You have suffered loss. But you have seen nothing of war.

 

"The Slayer fights most often alone, but in times of battle she is called upon to lead. This will be hard for you, harder even than killing. You're hardly a part of the community, let alone a respected one. People will not listen. But you will make yourself heard.

 

"I have a gift for you. It is a weapon forged eons ago, for the slayer alone. Lost for centuries.

 

"Carry it, for it is your sword and your scepter. Let it proclaim you the hero - and the monster - that you will need to be.

 

"Make your war."

 

 

 

 

Published by Dark Horse Comics Nov 2003