Sinister

The dark circles around the boys eyes told me different. His bleeding wound was spurring blood onto his hands in a rapid speed. His hot breath created steam rising from his mouth. His.. Wings. Fell. Falling next to him. He couldn't move. He was hurt.

"Help," the man whispered enough for me to hear. But I couldn't move. His body figure curled into a ball, hiding the weakened pain. His hands were black from the wounds that were stabbed into his skin. "Please."

I stepped closer, flats crunching the leaves beneath me. What should I do? This man.. Or creature? Is dying in front of me. Do I touch him? Leave him? Oh I can't leave him, he's hurt! How do I take of a creature like this!?

I pulled off my peacoat, placing it over the mans bare back. It was ripped.. As in torn skin. The wings that had fallen from his back had disappeared. Wha...

The man that had been hurting in pain was now passed out. His features were much softer. His hair was dripping in sweat even though it is ice age three out here. I needed to rescue him. But how? How can I rescue a creature of the unknown?