Falcon (Ruth's POV) Fanfiction of Laurie Anderson's Chains

Look above the river

I did the same thing I did the night before.

I got changed into a pretty white skirt, a red top, and ran out of the house. That night it was very cold. The streets were so vacant that I felt that ghosts lingered in every corner. I ran to the metal bar that separated me from the water. I wanted to just get into it and swim to freedom.

Another light flickered, just like it did last night. I perched myself on the edge of the bar, facing the water, daring not to drop into it. If I did, I would be caught. If I wasn't caught I would just die in there, all alone and swimming. I barely even knew how to swim. Except it was tempting. That night, I just discovered that I could climb onto that metal bar, and I wanted to set myself free. I had an opportunity. I just decided to refuse to take it. And now, I don't know why.

But, there was another think I discovered that night.

A dock.

I found a dock.

It looked like a little man-made cape, reaching out into the ocean and offering everyone to put their boats on it and just let them decompose. Wow. Wouldn't that be funny? Boats decomposing into the sand of capes. Wow. Haha. Fat chance. (A/n: sorry more portal references).

Well, i thought that people would be smart enough to add a harbor to that cape. If they didn't, all of the boats would have no place to be tied up and docked, and boats actually would decompose into the sand. Then they would just go through the island and sink in the ocean. Then everyone would just think that it was part of an old lost boat and study on it and then just realize that it was just a dumb person's remains for not adding a harbor. And they would also find the dead body of the captain.

That wooden dock really did look like a harbor, so I decided to name it Wooden Harbor.

I slipped off of the metal bar and walked a yard down the street and got to the stairs that led to Wooden Harbor. I descended those stairs and stepped quietly onto the wooden boards.

The night was beautiful. The moon was out and the last bit of red of that day was still quavering at the horizon line. The stars that filled every bit of the night sky twinkled. Seagulls that saw me flew down by the water's edge, expecting to be fed. Yet one of those seagulls attracted me.

He had the whitest fur and pretty grey feathers that stretched out. He was just a little seagull. And when he looked at me, his eyes twinkled. The color of them matched his bright golden beak, only a little bit dimmer.

I stuck my small finger out and that little seagull landed on it. I brought my hand up to my face and observed that little seagull. He squeaked a little squeak and lifted up in the air. His grey wings beat hard as he circled around my face.

That seagull perched on my finger again when I stuck my finger back out.

He looked up into my grey eyes, and his amber ones tinted a powdery wood color. From that day on, I called him Woodwing because of his appearance at Wooden Harbor and the hint in his golden eyes.

Woodwing squeaked again, and he and his group of gulls lifted up into the sky and began to fly away. They traveled in v-formation all the way away to the right, and out of sight. I wonder where they went in their free time; I wondered what it
felt like to be free. Freedom is all I've ever wanted.

I could see Woodwing's shadow flicker in the big red sun of the dawn.

A/n

Finally! There's a new part of this story for you guys to read and enjoy. It took me awhile to think of all these names and stuff that fit Ruth's creativity. I mean, she's five years old, so she's definitely got a more creative mind than I do.

Lastly, I'd like to say that this story is working out pretty good! Hopefully, those of you who are reading it know about Chains and understand it. Now, I am in the middle of reading Forge and know that my guess about Ruth is wrong, but hey, it's a fanfiction. I'm going to continue this story in a creative way and keep going as it is.

- the author of Falcon