"Clark." Martha Kent's voice rose in surprise as Clark came into the living
room caring a young woman. A young woman with white wings. Martha took the
blankets off the couch and spread them on the floor. Clark gently put the
girl down on the blankets, laying her on her stomach so her wings stuck in
the air, bent at strange angles.
"What…What..." Martha was lost for words. "Exactly. I found her in the Saunder's wheat field. She kind of fell from the sky."
"Clark, glad you're home son I need you…" Jonathan Kent stopped mi-sentence as he walked into the living room.
It was warmer at least. She was covered with a warm but scratchy material that bothered her skin. Skin, she was flesh and blood. Blood hardened and tight on her wings and body. Again she opened her eyes to the harsh light. Hearing voices around her, she stared. A man and a woman joined the boy. She was in their house, covered by a blanket. She did not know how to day those words but she knew them some how. These were mortals, like she was now. Surrounding her was a covering of feathers, her wings would soon fall off, perhaps the pain would stop then or perhaps this is what it felt like to be human.
The older woman knelt beside her, and with a wet cloth, cold wet strange feelings, tried to wipe the blood away. Touching her wings she let out a scream again her voice sounded strange to her ears. It scared her and she reached to touch her own wings, one almost torn off, one bent strangely. She bit her lip at the pain tasting her blood on her lip. Her senses were on over load and she tried to focus on the words of the older man.
"We need to get her moved out of the living room, cleaned up, clothes, and figure out what to do." Logical, clear, in control.
"But where did she come from?" Martha asked as Clark picked up the young woman, she did not protest, understanding that they were trying to help.
"She's an angel."
"Martha."
"Spaceship Jonathan, Spaceship."
"Right."
Clark carried the winged girl into the washroom.
The older woman came in making the boy leave. She turned the water on in the tub and the angel moved away. "It's OK." The older woman spoke softly her eyes filled with hope. She took the angels hand gently and held it under the water. The dirt washed away, revealing pale skin and glass like nails. Her long slender fingers moved under the water, touching the water in wonder.
Martha motioned for her to climb into the tub. The shower spray was turned on and as the spray hit the angel's wings they fell away. The pain lessened but did not disappear. The angel held her wings in her arms, crying under the pain, under the realization that she was never going home. She shivered under the warm water and Martha tried to calm her. Feathers, dirt and blood swirled with the water. The angel's long dark hair contrasted her skin and fell down her back. It hid the bone that stuck out slightly from her shoulder blades, marking the place where her wings once where.
She breathed deeply, allowing the older woman to wash her, touch her wings and take them from the tub.
Martha held the wings of an angel in her arms. They were large, easily reaching the angels knees when attached. They were soft as silk and light as newly fallen snow.
Martha stepped out of the bathroom and ran up the stairs without a word to her husband or son. She held back tears as she found clothes for the beautiful creature that sat in her washroom. She had held angel wings in her arms.
The angel continues to wash off the blood and dirt. The woman entered again and the angel smiled for the first time. Martha helped her out of the water and dried her off and showed her how to put on the clothes. They came out of the bathroom together.
"But where…" Clark asked.
Martha gestured towards the bathroom. "We are going to need a tarp for those Clark." As she helped the angel sit down on the couch.
She was amazed by ever noise and sight.
Martha saved a few of the feathers and the rest was buried to decompose; only the bones would remain. The angel had yet to speak although she seemed to understand all their words.
Martha tried to get her to eat but she did not know what to do with the food.
The older woman, mom Martha was trying to get her to put things in her mouth. She didn't understand why but when she did she was amazed at the sensation. It smelled good and taste; yes taste, that was good too. She swallowed it and realized she wanted more. Being human was so different.
The mystery remained why was she here?
"What…What..." Martha was lost for words. "Exactly. I found her in the Saunder's wheat field. She kind of fell from the sky."
"Clark, glad you're home son I need you…" Jonathan Kent stopped mi-sentence as he walked into the living room.
It was warmer at least. She was covered with a warm but scratchy material that bothered her skin. Skin, she was flesh and blood. Blood hardened and tight on her wings and body. Again she opened her eyes to the harsh light. Hearing voices around her, she stared. A man and a woman joined the boy. She was in their house, covered by a blanket. She did not know how to day those words but she knew them some how. These were mortals, like she was now. Surrounding her was a covering of feathers, her wings would soon fall off, perhaps the pain would stop then or perhaps this is what it felt like to be human.
The older woman knelt beside her, and with a wet cloth, cold wet strange feelings, tried to wipe the blood away. Touching her wings she let out a scream again her voice sounded strange to her ears. It scared her and she reached to touch her own wings, one almost torn off, one bent strangely. She bit her lip at the pain tasting her blood on her lip. Her senses were on over load and she tried to focus on the words of the older man.
"We need to get her moved out of the living room, cleaned up, clothes, and figure out what to do." Logical, clear, in control.
"But where did she come from?" Martha asked as Clark picked up the young woman, she did not protest, understanding that they were trying to help.
"She's an angel."
"Martha."
"Spaceship Jonathan, Spaceship."
"Right."
Clark carried the winged girl into the washroom.
The older woman came in making the boy leave. She turned the water on in the tub and the angel moved away. "It's OK." The older woman spoke softly her eyes filled with hope. She took the angels hand gently and held it under the water. The dirt washed away, revealing pale skin and glass like nails. Her long slender fingers moved under the water, touching the water in wonder.
Martha motioned for her to climb into the tub. The shower spray was turned on and as the spray hit the angel's wings they fell away. The pain lessened but did not disappear. The angel held her wings in her arms, crying under the pain, under the realization that she was never going home. She shivered under the warm water and Martha tried to calm her. Feathers, dirt and blood swirled with the water. The angel's long dark hair contrasted her skin and fell down her back. It hid the bone that stuck out slightly from her shoulder blades, marking the place where her wings once where.
She breathed deeply, allowing the older woman to wash her, touch her wings and take them from the tub.
Martha held the wings of an angel in her arms. They were large, easily reaching the angels knees when attached. They were soft as silk and light as newly fallen snow.
Martha stepped out of the bathroom and ran up the stairs without a word to her husband or son. She held back tears as she found clothes for the beautiful creature that sat in her washroom. She had held angel wings in her arms.
The angel continues to wash off the blood and dirt. The woman entered again and the angel smiled for the first time. Martha helped her out of the water and dried her off and showed her how to put on the clothes. They came out of the bathroom together.
"But where…" Clark asked.
Martha gestured towards the bathroom. "We are going to need a tarp for those Clark." As she helped the angel sit down on the couch.
She was amazed by ever noise and sight.
Martha saved a few of the feathers and the rest was buried to decompose; only the bones would remain. The angel had yet to speak although she seemed to understand all their words.
Martha tried to get her to eat but she did not know what to do with the food.
The older woman, mom Martha was trying to get her to put things in her mouth. She didn't understand why but when she did she was amazed at the sensation. It smelled good and taste; yes taste, that was good too. She swallowed it and realized she wanted more. Being human was so different.
The mystery remained why was she here?