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Accidental Songs
Chapter one
Spontaneity
Ludwig Beilschmidt despised rainy nights. Those nights when you wanted nothing else but to get home and curl yourself into a warm blanket with a steaming cup of coffee in your hand.
Unfortunately, the boss at the hospital had deemed it necessary for him to work late on one of those nights. Usually, he wasn't the sort of person who complained about working extra hours, but he had seen the rain clouds looming in the horizon. True to his suspicions, it had started to rain around ten p.m. But boss' orders were absolute – he had the control over his pay checks, after all – so Ludwig obediently stayed until he was free to go at one a.m.
His co-worker, Roderich Edelstein, had offered to drive him home, but he had politely declined. His excuse had been that he didn't live that far from the hospital and that he needed the exercise. Especially the later part had been an obvious lie. Even workers and patients combined, you couldn't find a more well-built man at the hospital than Ludwig. Truth be told, he just didn't like cars.
That was how he now found himself rushing through the rain in the middle of the night, his normally perfectly gelled back blond hair a wet unruly mess and his clothes soaked through to the skin.
The thunder rumbled forebodingly in the background, though it was barely audible over the sounds from the car on the road. It never ceased to surprise him how busy this city could be, even at this late hour. Growing up on the German country side, he had always preferred small villages over large towns. But to complete his doctor studies he had needed to go to America. His plans had been to return to Germany as soon as he was done. But one thing led to another and before he knew it, he'd lived in the States for more than three years and gotten himself a job at the biggest hospital in the area.
Ludwig cursed loudly as a passing car rudely drenched him by driving too fast through the water collected at the side of the road. He sighed and tried to push his hair back and out of his eyes. It didn't work, which irritated him to no end. Stopping to at least try to wrench some of the water out of his jacket sleeves, he noticed that he was right outside the old park. The old gates complained bitterly as they slowly swayed in the wind. On top of it, 'Heavens Garden' was written in angular iron letters. Later, he would find that very ironic.
Even though he passed by the park every day, he'd never taken the way through it. The reason for that was simple; it took longer time compared to his normal route, and time was money. But today, something felt different. The rain forgotten for the moment, he peered into the green area. Everything was cast into dark shadows and the few trees that were planted near enough loomed hauntingly over the sparsely illuminated path.
Ludwig suddenly felt an urge to do something very unlike him. He felt like being spontaneous.
Sure, most people wouldn't call taking a different way home spontaneous. But to Ludwig, who liked his life to be as scheduled as possible, this was almost ground breaking. Without further thought, he walked through the rusty gates and into the empty park. Immediately the noises from the rushing cars were muffled and even the rain seemed quieter. Shuddering, he quickened his pace and drove his hands deep into his pockets. He walked like this for a while, thinking of few other things than getting home as soon as possible.
Then, suddenly and without a warning, something crashed down from the sky. It was so close to hitting him that he could feel the wind rushing by his face. The object hit the hard concrete once before skidding over the wet grass, leaving a trail of smoke behind, to then collide with a nearby tree with a dull thud. Something that was not rain landed in his face. He reached up to see what it was and found a silver feather in his hand, made dark grey by the rain. He also noticed that the feather was slightly burnt at the top.
Not really sure if he wanted to know, he slowly lifted his head. Under the tree, lying on the side with its back against the trunk, was an Angel with large silver wings. Ludwig gasped and almost took a step back. The rational part of his brain told him that he had to bee dreaming, and he was quick to agree with it. This had to bee a dream. Angels didn't exist, and furthermore – if they somehow did exist – they didn't just fall down from the sky. 'Then maybe it's a fallen Angel', the normally deeply suppressed irrational side of him argued.
Ludwig slightly shook his head. Dream or not, he couldn't just stand there. Tentatively, he approached the fallen being. Coming closer, he saw that it was definitely a man, even if his built was somewhat delicate. His hair was the same silver as his wings, though it was stained red in some places. Ludwig felt concern creeping up in his chest. Apparently, the Angel was hurt. Its arms were covered with various burns and cuts and his clothes was dirty and tattered. But the worst wound seemed to be on his back, between the wings, as smoke was still emitting from the area, despite the rain. The wings were also heavily burned.
Just as he kneeled down beside it, the being groaned quietly and furrowed his eyebrows. Ludwig thought that maybe the other was waking up, but instead, the previously large wings started to shrink until they where only about half a metre long. The blonde stared in astonishment for a few seconds before another pained groan brought him back to focus.
What should he do? Bring it to the hospital? No, he shook his head. No, the poor thing would probably end up as a lab rat. Leave it? Make it someone else's problem? Even more no. He may not be the most emotional of persons, but he wasn't that heartless. That only left one option.
Taking of his jacket and spreading it out on the ground, he carefully lifted the other onto it before lifting the whole bundle up in his arms. The Angel stayed quiet under the whole procedure, apparently fallen back into deep unconsciousness. More determined than ever to get home quickly, Ludwig once again hurried through the rainy night, but now carrying a weight that would change his life more than he could ever have imagined.
To Be Continued
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