“The poor human girl,” muttered
thirteen year old Dusk, perched on top of the skyscraper. His spiked,
jet black hair stood on end as he looked out over the city's lights,
filling the night. The night breeze sent a shiver through his body,
ruffling his dark shirt and baggy pants. A scarf around his neck
waved through the breeze with the loose length blown in front of him.
Goosebumps ran up his bare arms, more from the thought of the lone
twelve year old girl in the city streets than from the chill of the
air. Dusk looked human enough and could blend in fairly easily with a
normal crowd, but he preferred for the sake of his objective to
remain out of site, just in case some actual human below decided to
try starting a fight with the youth.
In the urban streets below, the girl he
watched over walked through the back alleys, using the cover of
shadows to avoid being seen by the less-than-reputable characters
that prowled the scene. Crawling behind dumpsters and climbing fences
was how she had learned to move after nightfall to get home. Twelve
year old Aysel went so far as to carry hidden knives in her dark
gloves and under her pant legs for good measure, and growing up as an
orphan she had to quickly learn how to fend for herself.
Hearing some grumbling voices, Aysel
swiftly crouched behind a bundle of trash cans, her black hair and
clothes hiding her in the shadows. She hated being classified as a
'goth' as peers in school would mock her, but she stuck with wearing
black at least for the sake of hiding when she needed to. She
listened to the people's idle conversation about heading down to a
nearby club and picking up some impressionable girls. What tools,
she thought to herself, settling into her position. They'll be
there a while, and I really need to get past them. Aysel glanced
at her watch which displayed 11:30. A faint sight escaped her lips as
she sat and leaned onto the dingy brick wall. As tired as she was the
young girl just did not care if her short hair got dirty. She closed
her eyes, silently praying to herself for the vagrants to leave from
the front of the alley before drifting into a light slumber.
Dusk noticed quickly that the girl's
route was cut off and that she was stranded in the alley. A pained
frown crossed his face as he spread is jet black wings. They started
off small, each wing stretching to about a foot long. As his leathery
bat-like wings stretched, however, each wing expanded to four feet.
Looking around from his high vantage point, Dusk picked out a rooftop
only a block away from Aysel's location to keep a closer eye on her.
Before taking his quick flight to reach the other building, his eyes
darted around the streets below, making sure there were no humans
watching the sky, then looking upward to the blackness of the city
sky. All the stars that night were obscured by the street lights and
clubs, and the new moon left the heavens completely dark. Satisfied
with his stealth, the boy leaped from the skyscraper towards his
destination making the short trip in a matter of minutes, keeping his
senses tied to Aysel as she slept in the alley.
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