Her name was Katherine Elizabeth Allen. Or Katie, as she was known to her family. Although her name bears little importance here in this no-where land, she still holds it close as it's al she has left of the past. She was sixteen when she died. Just sixteen when they came to take her, arriving in the night as she lay in her bed. She didn't fight...she was too tired to fight.
She had seen the Tall One before when he stood underneath the tree in her front yard, watching the house...watching her. She had to admit, he scared her at first, with his long yellow robe and hood pulled low over his face. All she could see were his thin blue-red lips and a pointed chin, sticking out like a beak from behind the folds of fabric. He'd stand perfectly still as the cars whizzed by on the road behind. Nobody ever noticed him but Katie.
He'd watch her as she opened her parched lips to begin her daily ritual of medicating, numbing herself to the pain. He didn't leave when her Mother held the pail as her body tried to reject the cancer nor did he leave when Katie cried herself to sleep in the afternoon sun after pulling clumps of blonde hair from her head.
She didn't notice the other one at first, or maybe he just wasn't there, who knows for sure.