Ebony's P.O.V.
My eyes jolted open when I heard it: a scream. A scream of pain, echoing against the rain in a battle for dominance to be heard. I bounced out of bed and slipped my Batman sweater on, as well as my pair of black tennis shoes. I grabbed an aluminum baseball bat just in case I was met with something I didn't want to see, and traveled towards the downstairs floor, stopping at my bedside table, however.
My eyes traveled through the darkness, finding a flashlight as they adjusted to it. I grabbed the flashlight and turned it on, bat raised as I walked downstairs and towards the sliding glass door in the kitchen. I took a quick glance at the digital clock on my oven, glowing brightly in the dark.
1:45 a.m.
I frowned, hating that I had been awoken early— and while on my annual, week-long 'vacation from work,' nonetheless. I shined the light through the kitchen door, waving it around a bit before the light landed itself on a small, but soaked, lump on the ground. My breath hitched in my throat when I saw what it was.
A human?
I quickly opened my door, forgetting the bat in the kitchen, and ran towards it, now drenched in the rain as well. I saw blood. Lots of blood. It took me all I had not to vomit then and there, always having a terrible nauseous feeling when I see blood, even if it was just a scratch.
"Hey! Can you hear me?" I yelled, the rain pounding against the ground loudly. I heard mumbling, though it was quiet, "Come on! Get up!"
The figure didn't move, and I bit my lip. Despite what my gut feeling told me, I picked up the limp bundle of water and blood and ran it inside, turning the light on immediately and laying it on the table. I reached for bandages, turning back to the stranger when I saw it.
Oh my god...
My eyes were wide now, and I stepped back.
Those... Those are wings!
I was about to call the police when I heard the thing cough, groaning and rolling onto it's side. I now saw two things:
One: It was female.
And two: One of her wings were broken, the bone poking through the flesh and covering the table with crimson iron.
I sighed, and laid the phone down, turning it off. I grabbed the bandages and got to work.
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Doomed by an Angel?
Ficción General"Who... Who are you?" Ebony panted, en eyebrow raised at me. Her confusion made me grin; she seemed so surprised. 'Mortals are almost always surprised,' I remembered from my training school. I finally replied, "I, my friend, am Andy Bay, your guardi...
