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3rd person pov

Patch's jeep fled down the black pavement as the rain beat mercilessly against the windows. They had made up their mind. He was unfit to be Nora's patron. He beat the steering wheel in anger as he sailed to stop in front of a large white marble house. He had failed her. He had let her slip away all because of his mistake. He jumped out of his car- his face murderously dark as he stood leaning against the hood of his jeep in the pouring rain.

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Unknown to him a small figure loomed over him in the darkness, watching his every move, speculating. This demon of the night had followed Jev here, running silently in the tree tops along the jeep. As Jev looked up while listening to the whistle of the wind, the form vanished.

He was left standing with his thoughts of regret as he looked up at his new assignment in the window. She stood with her back to him, her blonde hair falling over her bare tanned shoulders as she pulled a pink shirt over her head. His features remained plain but his eyes full of hate.

Meanwhile...

Rowland was standing in his shabby, edge of town apartment grabbing a few granola bars out of his inadiquit one cupboard pantry. He quickly unwrapped one and stuffed it whole into his mouth as he made his way into the bathroom to get the hot water running for his shower.

Letting the water run he walked two steps down the hall and into his hell hole of a room that contained only a mattress on the floor and a small dresser. Wrappers and empty plastic cups were strewn across what was left of his minimal amount of floor space. The walls were a faded white with black scathes and child fingerprints. The ceilings were cracked and he was sure that he remembered there being a rather large hole behind his dresser. He set the remaining granola bars on his bed and pulled out a fresh set of clothes.

Grabbing his garmets and unwrapping his second granola bar he walked back into the sad excuse of a bathroom. The mirror had fogged up from the moisture condensing in the small area. He flicked on the fan to prevent any more moisture from reaching the ceiling that was already covered in years worth of water damage.

Rowland had just stuffed the granola bar into his mouth and was standing on the bathtub rug with his pants in a crumpled heap around his ankles when he heard the familiar whistling sound fill the air. Seconds after his young apprentice stood before him.

"Oi! Riley! Why is it you always show up when I've got my trousers down in a bunch!" Rowland barked out while chuckling with humor at his young friend's stricken expression.

"Ill come back later then!" Riley exclaimed, his cheeks aflame as he disappeared into the fog of the waters mist. This was the third time that he had come to tell Rowland something when he was in the process of getting ready to take a shower. Not to mention the one time he actually caught him without his clothes on. It was a crowded fit in the bathtub to say the least.

Riley had been assigned to him a few years back when he was only 12, hes just as scrawny now at 15 than he was back then. His hair was a light brown and his wings were a strange mix of black and dark blue, contrasting nicely with his pale skin. He only rose to about 5 foot 7 but his shy demeanor made up for it. He started out more as a pain in the rear than an acquaintance, calling Rowland Ben just to get his feathers riled up. He was a sneaky one and Rowland began to use him to do some snooping when he was tied up, or just lazy.

Meanwhile...

Noras pov

My feet slowly shuffled forward and lead me to what I thought to be the direction of the exit of this haunting place. The rusted iron gates came into veiw when I felt it.

That groundbreaking, breath stopping tremble in the pit of my stomache as my limbs caught fire. My legs seemed to slowly crumple as my body fell backwards into the dark abbys.

The gravestone surged up and my head cracked against it as I lay stricken on the ground with the damp grass tickling my face. The numbness faced the fire and I faded into nothing.

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The lonesome figure appeared at the peak of the vast hillside silently watching the phantom girl step haphazardly and fall, hitting her head upon a grave and turning stoic. Her face, prettier than most, was calm.

Meanwhile...

3rd person pov

Rowland quickly dressed in a pair of jeans and brushed his teeth while simultaneously combing his hair free of the brambles that hadn't come out in the stream of water. He took the towel that he had used to tie around his waist and moped up any excess water on the floor and lightly threw the towel over his head. It lightly landed in the hamper as he made his way into the kitchen, turning on the tap while searching for a pot in the cupboard.

Whistling filled the small apartment and he turned expectantly around to see a breathless Riley standing before him.

"Come quick!" he breathed heavily. "It's A girl!"

Rowland quickly grabbed Rileys shoulders and they appeared in the tree tops some distance away from the scene. Marcie Millar sat at her window in a pink shirt and underwear as she did her nightly routine of writing in her diary after giving her body show in the window to the onlookers below.

"So that's where Jev got to." Rowland muttered under his breath.

He was about to venture forward for a better look when he heard the screams in the back of his mind and his body turned numb with panic. Quickly stopping in mid air and flipping feet over wings he landed next to Nora in the grass and gently lifted her head onto his lap examining the wound.

Rowland took Nora's limp form into his arms and rushed into the woods with panic. "Riley!" he called and his loyal friend showed up beside him. "Her house is right up through the trees there! Ger me her body but don't be seen! Be careful there's a lot of people there now." Rowland warned as already the young boy disappeared through the trees, blending into the shadows of the night.

Yes it's short but give me a break! I just wrote this entire thing on my tiny little iPod because my computer was unavailable. Just because I love you guys so much. You all should be great full and I hope y'all had a nice christmas. I had to deal with this dang app crashing 9 times and having to log back in and rewrite everything so I'm sorry if there are any mistakes. Auto correct hates me. With a fiery, burning passion of a thousand suns. I would like to give a special thanks to im a dinosaur. Fear me for reviewing on every chapter and liking it no matter what I wrote. Also to everyone that reviewed, favorited, added my story to alerts or just read it because you wanted to. My birthday is coming up and what a wonderful gift it would be if I had 20 or more reviews by then. Btw. Cliffy cliffy means clicky clicky the review button.