Yesterday I had a thought, I was going to go to the movies. What a wonderful idea, brother Mark decided to cut his vacation at Cutthroat Island short just to participate in The Game. Needless to say he had to use his portable in your pocket Stargate to get here without going by a Casino, he had a nasty gambling habit. Whilst Mark was making his way here from the Rock, I quickly went to work thinking about such an exciting time for the weekend. With my copy of Batman clutched in my fists, I got onto the train. It was a strange afternoon. When I heard a Rumble in the Bronx as we went past it, the train stopped and a scottish Highlander with 12 Monkeys boarded the train. I began scribbling onto some paper, I was a journalist nicknamed Goldeneye for my incredible eye for detail and percetual awareness. MY mind was blasting with Amadeus as I had been listening to Mozart on the radio. He looked like a Fugitive running from a would be Supercop, and it seemed to me that many Dead Presidents had been stolen since the exchange of looks between him and all the train passengers were rather sinister. I decided to leave since it was getting wary, he followed me and challeneged me to a fight in Mortal Kombat. I agreed. We went to the las vegas arcades as a Crimson Tide was rolling over the sky as sunset occured. He really was the Professional at this game, leaving me for dust feeling like a Ghost in the Shell. I left feeling defeated drained of energy, as I was Leaving Las Vegas, I dropped the Mask I was wearing to fool the man. I indeed realised that he might have a 5th Element which was helping him suceed over all us Desperados. Suddenly I was swept off my feet. Taken down a dark ally. It was him again though he knew more, not the Usual Suspect to accuse of being a blood sucker, but he was. He knew what I want, and he had a story to tell. First time and last time I will have an Interview with a Vampire, I felt so small compared to his long and exciting times though he was sad in his speaking. Afterwards I went to the Crow bar at the corner of the street and ordered a beer. Looked over my notes with my pencil in hand I was biting the Eraser from frustration that I had not gotten the whole story. Eventually I realised, an immortal killer with immense powers would make for the perfect warriors, a Universal Soldier from all races. I knew then that they were not the condemnation of the devils spawn, but may even be the saviours of the planet if ever an alien invasion took place.