Listen carefully. I will count from one to three and you will follow. You will close your eyes and I will start with one. You will seek what you lost and I'll continue with two. You will follow what you hear and I will end it with three.
Now open your mind and watch closely.
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I.
It's not evening yet, shadows from buildings and trees are still alive. And apparently so is the man hiding behind the school gym. He's pushing himself against a girl. Her eyes are wet with tears and his filled with lust. Her shouts for help echoes the school yard in between sobs. The wind and the crickets follow every rhythm of her cries. She's right there, her back against the cold concrete of the building and her hands fighting the man in front of her, dying inside. But there's nothing she could do because he's physically taller and stronger than her.
"Please, sir, stop. Please..." She begs but the man just laughs. His deep, uncontrollable voice dominates the air. He reaches inside the girl's skirt while his other hand rips the button of her blouse. His unwelcomed touch triggers a series of shout from the frail girl. She's drowning from his kisses and every moment lingers with hunger and thirst. She's not even afraid anymore – she just wants him to stop.
His hands wandering around her chest down to her wet vulva.
"I will f*ck you till you scream." His tongue wanders around her neck to her clavicle and down her bare chest, playfully sucking every part of it.
"Hee—ll-heel—p." She gags while the man covers her mouth. "No one can hear you, sweetie." She gives him a kick, a punch, and a spit but there's nothing she can do to stop him. Tears fall from her eyes as the pain and fear envelopes her once more. Even the sun is gone, but her tears are still with her.
"Fuck, uh..." He groans. Almost synchronizing with every thrust. He strips her completely and pushes her on the ground. Her bare back faces him and before he could drown from his own lust he sees it. A V-shaped black form, protruding from her skin -like wings.
The man didn't know what to do.
"Shit! You... wha-what are you?!" The man stutter. He runs fighting so hard not to puke his way through. Before he can get away completely from her their eyes meet and for a brief moment he sees her face. And right there on the corner of her mouth is a smile.
II.
"Baby boy; time of birth 9:52 PM. Time of Death 10:01 PM..." The mother is crying and the father is holding her frail hands while they weep with the death of their first born. The nurses begin clearing and fixing the area but the doctor stays with the family, cradling the baby with his arms.
"Would you like to hold him?" The doctor gingerly lifts the infant; his tired eyes meet their gaze. They tried, they always do. But even their abilities and modern technologies can't create miracles. And the parents knows that, but there pleading eyes suggest otherwise.
Right at that moment, as if sensing the heartbreaking picture, the baby cries and his arms and legs flailing in the air. Happiness and awe fill the emergency room and nurses and doctors rush inside to see the baby.
Only the mother could see. That despite the miracles and the love and the happiness surrounding her, she sees what is real. See that her son's eyes are not that of human's.
III.
There's a woman standing over the edge of the roof top. The moon peeking down at her, its skin illuminates the night so beautifully. The woman drowns herself with the fascinating view of the lights below.
