The Call

Chapter 1

Michael

He stood there, merely watching from afar. This is what he'd been called for, a cry, a plea. He wasn't supposed to be here again, but he was. He was here again, one last time, his final trip. Then again, that's what they had told him last time, but he wasn't going to dwell on it. No, he was going to do his job, while at the same time relishing in the world around him.

Tears fell from the young woman's eyes as she settled herself against the outside wall of the complex, head bowed as the rain poured down on her head. She could feel the rain on her skin as it soaked through her cloths, droplets dripping from the tips of her hair as she held tightly to her stomach. Her emotions were running on high and she was hanging from a thread, dangling upon the edge of sanity. She was a mess, the only thing coming from her lips a quiver, and a prayer. It was a cry for help.

Unknowingly, her prayers were answered when the rain suddenly seemed to stop, a voice calling out to her.

"You know Miss, it's not wise to sit out in the rain," came the sound of a male voice, the tone light and friendly.

She found herself looking up, head turned toward the man before her as he crouched down, a small smile on his face. An umbrella was held over their heads as he sat there, a certain softness held behind his eyes, his coat skimming the wet ground. The umbrella didn't seem to do much for him though, but he didn't seem to mind as he kept it held above her head, shielding her from the further down pour of rain.

"W-who a-are you?" she managed to choke out, shivering as she sat there.

He smiled down at her before responding, a certain warmth in his voice.

"My name is Michael," he told her. "I'm a friend," he assured her, giving her a moment to process things. "What's yours?" he asked.

She stared at him for a moment, biting her lip. Something about him told her that he was friendly. There was nothing deceitful behind those eyes of his. The question was sincere, that, and something told her she could trust him with it.

"R-Rose," she answered softly, voice shaky.

"That's a pretty name," he smiled, teeth showing through to reveal a set of pearly whites. "May I ask why you've been crying," he asked, his bright blue eyes meeting her own blue gray ones.

"I-," she started, before being interrupted by the sound of yelling from one of the upper level apartments, eyes becoming wide and scared.

"Why don't I get you somewhere warm?" he offered, reaching his hand forward for her to take.

Again, their eyes met, a strange feeling washing over her as she slowly slid her hand into his. Warmth seeped into her chilled hand as his fingers wrapped around it, gripping it gently as he stood, pulling her up with him with ease. He didn't miss the faint groan escape her though as she stood, her muscles stretching, and her bare feet scrapping the ground. The woman had no shoes or socks covering her delicate feet, ugly scratches and sores showing their face. They didn't seem to suit her, not one bit.

"Let's get you off your feet," he said, offering her a friendly smile.

She nodded quietly, letting out a tired, wary sigh. She was tired and weak, wishing merely to be somewhere else, somewhere far away from this place. As she made to move though, her legs gave out, and a cry was issued from her lips.

"Careful," Michael chuckled, causing her look up at him as he held her arms firmly in his hands, preventing her from meeting the ground.

Her breath caught in the back of her throat as she locked eyes with him, giving a heaving sigh. She was tired.

"Perhaps we should try something a bit different?" he offered, tilting his head to the side, a goofy smile on his face.

"Huh?"

Within seconds, she was in his arms, her own arms wrapping tightly around his neck in surprise as she let out a squeak.

"Don't worry, you're safe," he said calmly.

"How do I know you're speaking the truth?" she asked, a nervous tone rising in her voice.

"Look me in the eye and tell me I'm lying," he said simply.

Her brows furrowed as she looked at him, meeting his gaze. Suddenly, a wave of calm washed over her, a strange sensation rising in her stomach. There was something in his eyes that caught her attention, something pulling at her brain. It was something that she couldn't place.

"Wha?"

"Look me in the eyes and tell me I'm lying," he said again, raising his brows slowly.

"I..." she started to speak, but stopped, giving him a curious look. "There's...something about you," she said slowly. "Different."

He smiled at this.

"It's because I don't lie," he said firmly. "Now, if you could just hold this for me?" he asked, gesturing to the umbrella. "I think you'd do a far better job at it than I."

She nodded, carefully taking it from his hand, their fingers brushing as she did so. She didn't say anything else, merely resting her head on his shoulder as she kept the umbrella over their heads, the rain bouncing off of it. In fact, it was the rain that started to lull her to sleep, the warmth of Michael's body soaking her through and warming her. She didn't know why, but she felt safe with this man, this man whom had seemingly come out of nowhere to help her. Although, she didn't understand why anyone would jump to her aid. Especially, without asking anything in return. There always seemed to be some sort of catch, some lie hiding in their words. That didn't seem to be the case with Michael though. Something was different with him, even though, she wasn't sure what it was. She knew she was safe. So, with that, she closed her eyes and allowed herself to sleep.

Okay everyone, let me know what you think. This story is for the movie Michael with John Travolta in it. If you don't know, John Travolta is the angel. It's a very good movie and my opinion. Anyway, PLEASE let me know what you think? REVIEW and MESSAGE me with your thoughts, opinions, ideas, and feelings on this chapter/story. Thanks everyone.