Epilogue: Chapter One: Discovery

There she laid, hurt, exposed and awake.

Oh, how long had she been lying there? An hour? A day? Or had she been lying there ever since the Alter-Egos have gone back to the Black Wings?

It was such a peaceful day, no, night. With the moon so round, the stars so bright, the atmosphere so quiet; it seemed like she was the only one that was imperfect.

Maybe she should just die right there, I mean, no one has found her yet, and it sure didn't seem like they were going to find her anytime soon.

The sound of siren hit her ears; sometimes she wondered why the ambulance people didn't even bother turning that thing down when it was night. And the light, it was like they were searching for someone instead of rushing to someone's home. Or maybe, they were trying to find someone. For a moment, she hoped that they were looking for her.

No such luck, even with the light that almost blinded her eyes, the ambulance didn't stop once. She sighed and closed her eyes.

She woke up to find herself still in that very same alley, the very same position, with the very same torn up body. How could it be? Didn't anyone notice her absence? Well of course, that only happened probably because that she wasn't much socialized with people. Now she regretted it, very.

It hurt so badly, she wanted to speak, but she couldn't mutter out a single word. Was that the fate that fell on every protector? Or did it only fell on the ones that suffered more? Not only did she take half of Krad's pain, she took some of Dark's too. Whatever that had happened to them, or their original person, she took half of whatever pain they felt. Even a paper cut, maybe that was why people looked at her weird when she yelped when they got a paper cut.

Many people passed and went; some of them even went into the alley. But they never found her hurt self. By the time it was noon, she was ready to curse those people for their whole entire life. She found reality a bit too harsh.

And then, a car, a shiny shiny black one stopped at the entrance of the alley. She could see the shadow reflected on the walls and as the person came closer and closer, her heart---if she still had one---started to race.

She could feel the cool touch of those fingers, and winced at the pain, if she still could that is. Soon, she felt herself being lifted up and put onto something soft. Normally she would have worried about kidnappers, molesters and all that kind of stuff. But right at that moment, she didn't bother to care.

She woke up again, after what seemed like eternity. This time to find herself finally out of that hell-like alley. And more and more she wondered: who was it that picked her up?

For a long long time, no one came into the room. She wanted water, but she couldn't move at all. But finally she could feel her fingers again, slowly feeling the heat generating in her body. She forced a smile on herself, it still hurt. She stopped trying to feel her body and concentrated on the important stuff instead. How was she going to get back to her own house, if it was still there? How long would it take for her to recover from all those things she had suffered from the past year? How long would it take for her to finally be able to live again?

Author's Note: Well...my first story on I do hope that this will turn out to be a great success, but it's still ok if it won't be. D I'm a developing writer, criticism is needed, but only on the style or grammar of the writing. If you have any comments about the plot of the story, you could share I guess, but don't expect me to change it all around. Thank you!