Chapter two

[Matt's POV]

Near came over and knelt next to it, putting two fingers on its neck.

"It's alive. Can you get it out of the water? I am to weak." He said, moving away from it.

I nodded shakily and went for ward. I carefully picked it up, holding it around the waist under its wings like I was hugging it, and carried it out of the river. I laid it down on the grass, careful not to squish its wings. Now that I could see its whole face I noticed that the bloody tears on one side where almost washed away.

"Can you carry it…him back into town?" Near asked, standing next to me.

"Yes, I th-think so. The heaviest part of…him is his wings…." I stuttered. Near nodded and watched me closely as I picked him up again, bridal style this time, trying with difficulty not to ruffle any feathers.

It was almost scary how light he was.

"Amazing…" Near breathed, lifting one of its arms delicately with two pale fingers. "Do you think he has hollow bones…like a bird?"

I didn't answer, I just started walking slowly, watching the figure in my arms regain its breath.

"What is he, do you think?" Near asked suddenly a few minutes later.

"I… don't know… an angel, I think. We've found an angel…" I shuddered, unconsciously pulling him closer to me.

His presence…. Whoever he is [or was], is so comforting. It's weird. He makes me uneasy and calm at the same time. I feel protective of him somehow, like he's suddenly my responsibility.

We walk the rest of the way fairly quickly, Near occasionally making random comments about him and what he may be, I just stayed quiet. I paid more attention the making sure that the rising and falling of his chest did not stop.

"Where are we going to take him?" I asked when we where just outside town.

"The old house behind mine. The one where Mr. Cherlen used to live." Near answered.

There's this little house behind Near's. it's on the very edge of the forest and fairly private. It has been empty for 2 years, ever since Mr. Cherlen died.

"Alright." I nodded. We walked through town cautiously. Thankfully no one was outside, probably all in the church. We hurried to the house, it looked very run down and small compared to when it was lived in. Near looked at the heavy lock on the dark wood door, then pulled what looked like a hair pin from his pocket.

"What are you doing?" I asked as he slid the pin into the keyhole.

"You want to get in, don't you?" he said dully, the lock clicked open and he went inside.

[Mello's POV]

I don't know what's happening…

Where am I? Why am I moving?

Something is hurting… what is it?

Oh..oh god it's my face! It hurts! My eyes! What happened?

Wait.. Some one is carrying me? Who is it! What do they want from me?

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