A Bear Within A Stary Sky pt I

Thunder and rain all in one, the storm grew ever closer to the Human encampment or fort. Outside an old shack stood. Windows to the very inside everything broken and bent, shattered and torn, it looked like it was not lived in till a figure came to it and entered and sealed the door with a metal bar. The figure ran to a cellar and went in and sealed that too. It looked like a man about twenty-three. His hair matted and uneven, it was dark blue; his face was pale as the rest of his skin. His clothes looked new, but were all dark colored. He had a dark red scarf over his mouth; his eyes were blue as the sky. He had also a sword tied upon his waist also, it was an old rapier. He pulled out a two way radio and set it on the table making a thunk sound. He then pulled off the scarf and went to an old bed with water stains on it and laid a thick towel down. He climbed up on it and then lay back making it creek more. He gazed at the roofing of the makeshift bunker or cellar. This was his home now and well too many people did not like his origin even if it saved them too many times. He closed his eyes and dozed off.

Outside the storm got worse, tornado like winds ripped at the shack which stood firm and the fort next to it no one was on the battlements nor was anyone outside. But then figures of ivory or alabaster white came into sight. This was a perfect time for hunting. They all let out screams and hisses and went straight for the camp to hunt. Grace and speed took them all over the walls and into the encampment. They searched the entire place and came back with several unconscious Humans to be stopped by a few guards. The creatures dropped their catch and attacked the guards and heard their cries for help that wouldn't come not for a while. The man in the shack woke to the faintest cries from above him. He ran to a shelf and pulled out a wooden box, broke the seal and took out a revolver. He tied his sword back onto his belt and then went outside. He saw the gate was broke down and on the ground. He held the gun and went in; lightning flashed about him and rain poured upon him. Nothing was left of the guards, no evidence of them there but muddy prints off their boots and clawed feet. He heard a noise and turned aiming at the cause of it. He lowered it and saw a survivor; he went over and knelt down by the person to check to see if they were fine.

The person was a female child dressed in a pink skirt and a blue blouse. When she looked up at him she saw the color of his skin and began to cry, she thought he was one of the creatures who tried to take her. He put the gun away and then spoke in a soft tone, "I am not here to hurt you, I live near by. I heard screaming, what did this, please tell me. I can help…" she did not trust him but no one else was there; everyone was in hiding. She clung to him and began to cry. She told him everything she remembered and tried to describe the beings that took the group of Humans. He stood up and held her as he walked to the chapel and set her down. His back hurt not from carrying her but for his Origin was in a wake. He sent her inside and she ran and hid somewhere in there. He stood there and moaned as his back began to hurt more. He went forward and then another lightning struck showing his shadow with giant wings. He looked normal but his shadow was different. He then went forward and as he did wings came from under his shoulder blades and through two slits in his shirt. They were black and bird like. He forgot this but remembered every time it happened. He went inside and to the prayer alter and knelt on both knees and began to pray.

When he finished he felt better and stood. His sword he rubbed with the back of his hand and then sighed. He then heard the command from another Angel and he set off. But he hid his wings from Human eyes and then left the village. He walked most of the first few miles till he then found his bike. He got on and started it up; never did he use a helmet since he was extremely good at driving the thing. He then went off to where another camp was. It was seven miles away from his base camp. He stopped and got off. He walked to the camp but hid behind the trees. He saw two men keeping watch. He wondered how they'd react to a pale man who appeared as an evil creature. He then peeked around again and snapped a twig getting their unwanted attention.

He cringed as they began to shout 'who's there' but then a gun went off and hit the tree he was behind. It was a near hit to the head, but he had his ear clipped a little and yelped. He ducked in a small bush and then was shot in the leg. He screamed and then crawled behind the tree and used it to keep himself up. He then limped out of hiding and went over. The two men saw him and held their riffles down and one said, "Who are you?" he did not want to speak since he was in pain but he answered anyway, "Sentoran, a shack guard from a camp that was attacked. I was sent to make sure this place was not raided yet." he then fell from the pain and moaned. Being in a Human disguise was hard even when shot. The two helped him and then brought him to the barn to be helped. A large guard dog followed the second man who had dark glasses on. Sentoran was out cold till five days passed him.

When he woke his leg was in a splint, he sat up and looked around he hadn't been up for a while and then laid back hearing the two men coming and pretended to sleep. Then he heard them speaking, "So this guy is from the Barron Camp?" said the man who hot Sentoran the first time, "Yeah, no one likes him much except the elderly who can't do much on their own. He is said to be loony thinking he can fly and is strong as an abnormal creature. And yeah his camp was raided all the guards are missing too." this came from the man with dark glasses; Sentoran did not want to hear more so he used a power and teleported away from them. He still had his gun and blade. He got on his bike and drove off. Boy was this going to be hard to find the missing people if they are any left alive that is.