A/N please don't hate me. I do realize I am starting a new story before I have worked on the others. I am running low on inspiration. I was just hit with this. I will update... eventually. :) 200 years ago Angel POV
I slipped silently through the window, creeping across the hall. I came to the room I was looking for, and pushed open the door, wincing at the slight creak. Silently, I woke up all the kids laying in the beds lined up against the walls. I put my finger to my lips and motioned for them to follow me. We snuck out the same way I came in, tiptoeing across the wet grass and over the fence. I had to help some of the younger kids, but everyone made it across safely. I took a closer look at the kid's gaunt faces, and sighed. It would never end. the kids, the orphanages, I had to keep going. I was their only hope. the last paper I had seen had had my name on the front. Mysterious angel saves kids from orphanage. It made me smile, but the looks on the kids faces when they realized what I was doing was worth it. Though I was only 16, a few years older than most of them, but younger than a few, I was looked up to and admired. though my other name, Ghost, was less admired. Not only was I a saviour to kids, I was also a thief. I'm not proud of it, but I have no choice. I'm stuck with the life I was given.
"Angel, where are we going?" I looked down at the 6-year-old pulling my pant leg.
"Home." I smiled softly at her. She smiled back, blue eyes wide and shining with trust.
- A/N Sorry. I do realize it is incredibally short. I am working on my lack of inspiration. Stuff will actually happen in the next chapter, don't worry. by the way, happy 12/12/12! (if you count, that should be 12 exclamation points, just in case you didn't get that) ARGH! I HATE WRITER'S BLOCK!