Finish this chapter- best gets ten. I'll compare my ending with yours when you win.?

Question

It was a cold, wet, night. The rain picked up and began its merciless downpour upon the miserable souls of the city.
One miserable soul that has wandered throughout the day in search for the kindness of a stranger or at least bit of parcel, was destined to meet another that night. This poor wonderer was but a child, an inocent girl who because of her ragged apperance (or more so because of the cruel and uncaring nature of the city's inhabitants) had recieved no food and no kindness that day. It was sadly expected.
As the night grew colder, and the rain picked up, the girl began a search for shelter. While ducking into the nearest allyway a very unusual sight caught her eye. Being inexperianced in life she did not understand what she was seeing.
Under a street light kneeled a man facing her, with two white, outstretched wings protruding from his back! He raised his eyes to look at her and she was not afraid. There was a silence broken by the rain as they stared at each other.

Answer 1

The rush of the rain seemed to sweep the wings to and fro. She was instantly captivated by him. The face was pale but kind, reaching her without words. Her surrounding elements had fallen into silence.

Only the soft swishing sound of comfort filled her ears. Some memory from earlier that day came into her thoughts but was meet with a smile from the white winged presence before her.

A sudden peace came over her as she approached his smile. The loneliness, and hunger in her small stomach that had been so prevailent merely seconds before was gone. As she neared the figure her confusion became clearer.

She recongized the face attached to that smile. She had seen him that day as she walked the paths along the train tracks. Her thoughts had been filled with things that children shouldn't fear.

What to eat, where to sleep, how to survive this cruel and empty world that would leave her to fend for herself. As she stood on the edge of the paved walkway she leaned further toward the whistling of the on-coming train. She wanted to be somewhere, anywhere but there. Even not to be here at all would be better then these past few weeks.............

The misty white sway before her was different. Today he had worn some type of uniform, a Transit Police uniform. She recalled him reaching for her arm and the gentle way he prevented her from jumping onto the steal rails.

Now, as she reached out to touch the smiling face she felt the warm engulfing of soft feathered arms surround her tiny body. His voice was white velvet in her small ears.

He spoke in whispers. The street light above them waxed and waned in shadowy images. The rain became softer, the chill in the air was no more, it warmed her thoughts.

He held her as she fell to sleep for the last time.............


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Well it could be more entailed then this, but with time and all this is what I could come up with.

good luck in your search................

Anna M.

Answer 2

"You too, have been exiled?" the man asked in anguish.
She looked in amazement, and reached out to touch his appendages. He recoiled. He could see the light eminated from her eyes, yet he was disgusted by her. She reached out again.
"I saw your picture at the church. You are real.Prettier than the picture." She pulled back her hand, and pulled her tattered jacket over her head. " Are you cold?'
He unfolded his wings to create a shelter for his head. The rain fell from his wings in rivulets.
" Coooooooooool! " She positioned herself againist a wall. The rain was being driven by the wind. The alley was thin enough to keep her from the downpour, but as long as she stood close to the building. Eventually the drip of the rain ran down the buildings side. He looked upon her . He never thought he would, but spread his wings farther to shelter her as well.
She is part of the weaker, the rebellious. They had always had choice. Why should he care? His great sin was to ask why?

He looked down at the tiny figure.

"Don't you realize.......God did not send me? He is punishing me!"

Answer 3

Out of fear, she stood still wondering why someone would even look at her. Searching in his face for any signs of family features she did not find, and yet..... she felt as if she had known him for as long as she can remember.
She sighed and wondered if maybe it was a trick of light thorough the pouring rain. She stood still hesitating to go forward or run away and hide in the vast darkness of the forsaken city.
Then as she was to decide her outcome. the man called her by her name... a name she kept hidden even from herself. how did he know her name?.
Then he called to her again... she was frightenned at first but it subdided the moment she took the first step toward him... she remembered this feeling, a feeling of want... of needing and having without asking for it. She remembered those she called mommy and daddy,now gone and lost in memory and in the darkness of the city. She began to cry for fear of feeling the loneliness but also o joy for someone had seen her that night.
She ran to him and as she approached him she saw this man upclose now and as she fell into his arms, she felt the warmth she had missed for so many days. the man said in a gentle voice
" hi, I'm here, Im officer Walker and your Daddy and Mommy have been looking for you..lets go and tell them you are allright"
As they were walking toward his police car and heard a familiar voice on his cell phone, she wondered if those outstreched wings protruding from his back was a trick of light or that guardian that mommy had told her about everynight before her bedtime.

Answer 4

The girl walked slowly toward the kneeling figure and as she did her small body began to shimmer and grow dimmer, it was almost as if one could see the brick wall and dumpsters of the alley through her tiny, malnourished frame. The man wrapped his arms about her and she sighed with contentment. For the first time in her sad wretched life she knew peace and the fear and pain that she had been carrying with her was lifted from her shoulders. His eyes looked imploringly into hers, almost as if he were asking for permission. She closed her own and layed her head on his chest, as she had been made to understand in those few moments that their eyes had locked that her suffering was finally to end. The man spread his beautiful wings wide and with a great rush of air they were lifted into the sky. As they flew higher and higher a dark shape stepped out of the shadows with a small smile on his lips and tears of joy and pain flowing from his eyes. And then as the man and child disappeared from view the man stepped back into the shadows and seemed to disappear himself.

Answer 5

by just staring at the mysterious man her ragged appearance disappeared. She felt home, she felt safe,she felt she had know that man all eternity. He extended his hand to her and with no fear whatsoever she took it and they sored away from the dark,soulless city to a place she'll soon learn to call home.

Answer 6

I think you should get an editor before you do anything else. I'm sorry, but there are many grammatical errors in this, and much redundancy.

Answer 7

the young tattered girl was home....as she looked around her surroundings morphed from desperation and cruelty....to beauty and innocent love.....the man beneath the streetlamp was the Lord...Jesus and he had welcomed her home once again

Answer 8

After carefully inspecting the man and his wings, the girl realized just exactly what she was dealing with. At first she was skeptical and was trying to search the new and young mind she's been inhabiting for all possible explanations for the sight. But as she continued surveying the man and his wings, she suspected they were not of terrestrial origin. And after running through all the common possibilities, and even some of the more esoteric ones, she was pretty sure that the man was not of this world. Still. This young mind being what it is, there may be some possibilities that she has not been exposed to yet.

She took her time, too, just as how she took her time to witness how that stray bullet ricocheted off of that wall and then another to finally pass through the man she saw get killed a few days earlier. It was a pity, she thought of the inhabitants of this world, that they were so limited by their ability to deal with matters such as motion of particles. But given their nature, she thought further, had they through some means gain that ability, they would probably find other ways to prey among themselves. Perhaps one that would eventually actually come to threaten even her.

This must be really serious, she thought. But not knowing for sure, she decided to play along. What's the harm?

"What do you want?" asked the girl.

The man let out a sigh of relief and frustration. He was sure this whole ordeal was a punishment for something he's done so long ago--probably eons past--that he doesn't even remember. But the collective has a way to remembering everything, and they were particularly good at settling debts.

"You know why I'm here," the man stood up and walked over to her. He then realized how annoyed he was with the dropplets of water coming down, obscuring his view of the girl. With a gesture of the fingers--actually a formality really--as he could just as easily done so with a mere thought, the rain drops made way around them as if there were an invisible umbrella above them with a span large enough to cover them.

"It's time to go," he said as he switched his sights from the rain to her eyes. "I'm weary of having to keep tracking you down like this." He knew she wouldn't be sympathetic to his plight, but still--letting it out would at least help him feel better. If it wasn't going to make her finally go back, he thought, at least it would make her feel guilty, if only a little, at what she's put him through. "And this hiding behind a body of a forgotten young one has made it even worse for me," he continued, "but you knew that." He began to feel more resentful. "In fact, you probably depended on it. Why not? After all, one has less tracks to clean up if one has left less to begin with."

She merely smiled out of sympathy. It's not any of his fault, really. He was just as innocent in this whole thing as that man back there when the bullet severed his cranium. Her issue was not with him. But there he was, dragged into a corner at that particular instance to bear the consequences of something he didn't cause.

"Yes. I suppose it was not particularly fair." Being trapped in such a young mind had imposed limits on her, too. She thought. She were not able to fully utilize her powers since the young body had not come with adequate neural support structure to handle the energy required for anything other than the most primitive interactions with matter. In fact, had he not shown up to find her, she would have had to actually live in this young girl's body long enough for it to evolve to a stage where it can support channeling the energies at a decent level. Although it was a novel experience to perceive the world from an innocent and untainted perspective such as this young girl's, she would not want to repeat this any time soon. But there'll be time enough to go over her findings when she report back to the team, she thought.

"Very well," she resigned. "But I still insist that we should conduct our studies individually," she protested. Perhaps maybe this time she can garner up at least one supporter for her cause. "It is only when we are alone that each can immerse fully into their social structure. As long as we're together we will continue to influence and hamper each other's findings."

He puts his arm around her as he escorts her out of the alley and into the street. The rain continues to pour around them. As his wings begin to gather strength, he offers her his other arm for support. "As long as you propose your method to the others without running off on your own, I'm sure they will consider your proposal in better spirit than before."

As they started to leave the ground under them and rise up into the night sky, he finally gave her a bit of support she's been yearning for. "And this time I'll put in a word of support," he noticed the stars in her eyes just as they were heading into a sea of stars above, "after all, it wouldn't hurt to have multiple methods operating in parallel. It may even help us understand this world faster."



As he pulled up to the corner, Jake could've sworn he saw two shooting stars. What he didn't understand was how they seemed to shoot upward into the sky that time. But the rain in the late night can do that to you, he thought. And he finally dismissed the notion, as excited as the prospect was to him, if only for that brief moment. He drove on when the light turned green and headed home. It had been a long night, and he was looking forward for the weekend.