• There she lied. Cold. Out of breath. The life slipping from her body. The moon shining above her from behind the clouds. Clutching at her wound she got up. Her attacker fled after her kick but she was hit. If she couldn't get to her place she would surely die. Limping through the streets not trying to get attention for she was an angel. If anyone saw her wings hiding under her coat she would undoubtedly experiment on her. Running now while the rain started pouring down. She didn't realize that she shouldn't be this badly hurt from a human. It must have been him. The angel that had been cast down to Earth by God. That evil son of a b***h. He must have really wanted her dead to attack her behind her back in an alley in New York. She needed to get the attention of her fellow angel warriors. The ones in the hidden house. She needed to scream her angel scream. To humans it sounded like a regular scream so she needed to find a way to be able to scream without people wondering. She needed to hurry now. Almost dead from lack of blood. She will need to scream now or she will certainly die. So she did. As loud as she could. Everyone on the street looked over at her, a couple ran up to her. She held out her hand for them to stop then fainted.