Author's Note:

To all you reading this: This is the worst chapter that I have written in the history of my writing. I promise that the next chapter will be better. Please Review or PM me to tell me how the story is, and if I should continue or stop right here

Walking down the nearly empty streets of a small city in California at 2 in the morning, Alia keeps a eye out for any suspicious activity. Now this may seem weird... a 13 year old girl out alone in a Californian town watching out for something that may go wrong. Isn't that supposed to be the police's job? The weirdest part? She lives all the way back in a suburban house in Pennsylvania. How does a girl of that age get from one side of the country to the other? She flies of course. But not by airplane...

So Alia was walking down the streets, with no one accompanying her. This would seem like a rape waiting to happen. Every time a grown man would attempt to get near her, she would knock the daylights out of him and walk away. Yes, Alia was that type of girl; the type to attack anyone who she doesn't know that may come near her. The streets of this city weren't empty, but they weren't New York busy either. She just looked like another wanderer on the sides of the streets.

Alia didn't look like anything special; she had thick dark brown hair reaching down to her armpits, dark brown eyes, and relatively darker skin. She needs glasses, but she's been thinking about getting contacts. She thinks she's short for her age; only 5'4". On top of her short height, she weighs more on the heavier side. An exercise program and a diet would do her some good right now.

Right now, the city was quiet except for a few cars and trucks passing by. Things started getting loud when a teenage couple walked out from a restaurant. Alia couldn't see their faces, and as she started to walk away, her curiosity got the best of her, and she hid in a corner by the couple.

"Isabela, listen." the boy said. He seemed to look like a 16 year old, and was taller than the girl, who was about half a foot smaller. The girl, Isabela, looked close to the same age, possibly younger, and was really attractive. "I know we've been dating for months now," the boy started. Alia had heard these lines before, and she had a feeling that it wasn't going to end well. The boy took a deep breath, "but I can't see you anymore."

When Isabela heard this, tears started to well up in her eyes. "But Jace, I thought you loved me."

The boy, Jace, refused to look at her in the eyes. "I love you Isabela, don't get me wrong, but I'm not in love with you." Alia bit back a snort. Like she hadn't heard that line before either.

Isabela wiped the tears from her eyes and lifted Jace's chin so that she looked at him in the eye. "Well, you know what?" she says, her voice filled with hurt and anger. "I don't want to see you anymore either. You can't commit to a relationship. Every time I ask you to a date, you say you have work, though I'm not sure how true that is. Goodbye Jace. I don't want to see your face ever again." With that she turned on her heel and stomped away.

Jace looked like he wanted to say something, but he just put his hand to his face, probably wondering what he had done. He takes out his phone from his pocket and starts walking.

Alia was getting tired and was getting ready to get back home when she noticed Jace crossing the street, still on his phone. What happened next was so fast, she couldn't do anything about it. Jace was in the middle of the street, and coming from behind him was a large truck, coming at him with full

speed. Before she had a chance to yell watch out, he got hit by the truck. Stupid drunk drivers, Alia thought, this one makes my job a bit harder.

There was no one on the streets besides Alia. Sighing, Alia walked over to where Jace was hit by the truck. She put her head down to his chest to listen for any signs that he may still be alive. In the dead of the night, the only thing Alia could hear was the light, steady pulse of the boy. Now all Alia had to do was find a body of water...

Alia dragged Jace's body out of the street and hid it in a bush until she could find a body of water. She just hoped he wouldn't die within that time. Alia searched the town for a lake, or even a pond. After some time, she found out that there was a beach within a mile of the bush Jace was hidden in. So then, Alia dragged the nearly dead body to the water, hoping that there weren't any security cameras or anyone watching. Every time she had a suspicion someone was near, she veered off course. Between dragging a body and avoiding people, it took her half an hour to get there.

There was no one at the beach. Of course there wouldn't be, seeing it is 3 in the morning. Putting Jace's body on the sand, she made sure that he was alive. Sure enough, Alia could hear the steady hum of Jace's heartbeat. Alia looked at the mess that Jace was. He had a few cuts and scrapes, but one big gash across his head, probably givingu him brain trauma. Alia just hoped she could heal it all. Alia lay Jace close to the water where she was, close enough that some of the water was touching him, but not enough to drown him. Alia walked into the water and felt the cool water against her skin. It wouldn't feel cold to her; it hasn't felt the same since that day when she was 8...

Jace's hand was in the water. He didn't seem to feel the cold of the water and stayed the same, a still, nearly dead teenager. Alia sat down in the shallow water. She held Jace's hand and put it in the water. Alia closed her eyes and hoped that it would work. She used up her concentration into healing him.

The water went into his blood line via a cut on his hand. The water stopped the blood from coming out anymore, and it also sped up the process of healing any opening in the skin. Alia could feel the blood rushing under the skin. Feeling the blood with the water, this was a new blood to her database.

With Alia, she could recognize if she had healed that person or a close family member before. With the heals that she's done, she has quite a few people in that book. Alia first found out about her healing ability when she was ten. She just kept it a secret to everyone so that it doesn't raise suspicion.

The gash on his head took a few minutes to heal and left a big scar. The gashes were gone, but he was still unconscious. His breathing had sped up a bit, to Alia's relief. Alia got the both of them out of the water.

It was really late now, and she couldn't leave Jace out here, and there weren't any addresses in his pocket, so she had no choice but to take him home with her. She couldn't let her parents know

though. It would be hard taking him home though. This boy would slow her down, and she would have to hope she could get home before her parents wake up.

Alia turned and looked around to make sure no one was looking. Not a single person in sight. To get back home, Alia needs to use one of her newly discovered abilities, shape shifting. She shifted into a gyrfalcon, the largest of falcons, so that she may be able to carry Jace across America.

Now, if she had been going at the normal speed of a falcon, she would have made it back home in about a day, maybe more. But Alia could travel more than 10 times as fast. Jace would slow her down a bit, so The trip would take 2.5-3 hours as opposed to almost two hours.

Alia picked up Jace with her talons and took off. The trip was easy. She flew above the clouds so no one could see her. The lack of oxygen and cold could have been a problem for Jace, but if she went lower, there was a chance they would be seen.

They made it back by 6:45 in the morning, which was just before Alia's father woke up for work. Alia's room was in the back of the house with the window facing the backyard. There was a tree that had branches that one could climb to her room, but when Alia wanted to leave, she flew out the window after shifting.

Alia was perched on a branch by the window. She had put Jace on the ground by the tree so she could open her window. After opening it, she grabbed Jace once again and brought him inside the house. She then shifted back into human form and picked Jace up.

"Who knew that I would have to lift up a teenage boy into my bed?" Alia muttered.

After plopping him down on the bed, Alia put a few things into her room to make the visitor comfortable. She left the room and closed the door, only to be greeted by her father, which gave Alia quite a surprise.

"Hey Alia." her father said

Alia broke out into a sweat because of her parents ever found out she was harboring a teenage boy in her room, she would be grounded for eternity and one of them would always be by her side.

She mustered enough calm to talk. "Hey Dad. Are you going to get ready to go to work, or are you going to lay around waiting for you to get fired?"

Her dad laughed, and Alia wondered why. She didn't think she said anything funny. Did she?

"Ally," her dad said, using the nickname that only he and her mom used. "Did you get enough sleep last night? Today's Saturday. I don't have work today."

Alia cursed herself mentally for forgetting that her dad didn't have work today. She just had to keep everyone from going into her room today.. Or at least until Jace leaves. Alia sighed. Maybe it would have been easier if she didn't go patrol that night. She's going to have a rough day.

Should I continue? I know this chapter is boring but the next few should be getting better and better as they go (if I even do them)