This young man was expecting an ordinary night of his life. One night when he was walking home to his parents' house from a night full of brawls. An ordinary night he expected to pass; he would sleep with wounds on his lips and dried blood on some parts of his body.
Fighting is normal for this lad. He gets in trouble almost every single day. He doesn't even go to school. He should have been in college, if only he hadn't neglected it.
The normal night for which the young man was expecting suddenly vanished when, in the blink of an eye, something like a meteor fell before him—a woman.
'A woman?' He couldn't believe it.
'What is this girl doing here?'
'Where is she from?'
'Dropped out of...the helicopter?'
While the cold evening air was blowing, a series of questions crossed his mind. He laughed at the last thought that had come his way. 'Seriously, M?! You seriously thought this woman fell off a helicopter? Have you ever been this foolish? How did you come up with this idea?'
The young man laughed and shook his head. He stopped making fun of himself when he noticed the woman in motion.
'Woah!'
In astonishment, he responded with wide eyes and a gaped mouth. He kept being taken aback by the girl. In addition to her beautiful gentle face, she has fair skin, long legs, and slender arms. Her long wavy golden hair highlighted her snow-white skin even more.
The moment she got up from her fall out of nowhere, his jaw dropped. "How did she manage to stand up from that fall?" with a low voice, the young man asked in disbelief.
'How did that happen?' For the first time, fear had filled his whole being.
'What is this?' The young lady that was lying in front of him a while back, was now floating in the air. Her red eyes were fixed on him earnestly.
'Is she under the influence of some drugs?' He wanted to make a joke like that if he hadn't been scared cold. He could hear his thundering heartbeat in the midst of the deafening silence in the narrow and shabby aisle they were in.
Her long undulating golden hair was astounding. Her skin was as fair as ivory that seemed like there was no blood running through her veins. She looks like an angel if it weren't for her red eyes, gray wings, and a circle hovering over her head. Her white dress exhibited a great deal of skin. One may see the soul as the mortals say.
'Wait, does this creature even have a soul? What sort of creature is she?' Multiple questions running through the young man's mind.
"Who are you? What kind of creature are you?" he daringly asked the pretty girl but scary lady who was floating in front of him.
He was unable to contain his nervousness as he watched her frown. 'Oh, God. Did I upset her?'
If this was an ordinary situation, he would have laughed at himself for calling the name he had forgotten long ago.
God.
However, this is not a typical case. He thought some creature was mad at him. Now he has proven he's not ready for death yet. He remembered his little sister, he wouldn't let her alone. Their parents are gone and his sister can't handle it if he, her one and only brother, is gone too.
Why does he even pass through this alley? If this creature has any intention of killing him, nobody will witness it. 'Well,' said the other portion of his brain. 'Even if we are in a crowded area, surely no one will help me. What are they against this creature? And nobody will waste time saving someone like me. I, who did nothing but trouble and threaten the people here,' he continued, admitting that he had done many unthinkable things to most of the people in that place.
"Com et dius?" (What's your name?) The young man nearly blew his breath away when he heard the girl speak for the first time. 'So she knows how to speak. But what language is that?' he wondered with astonishment and bewilderment.
"What?" he asked the lady nervously.
The woman furrowed her eyebrows again, glancing at his feet on the ground. "Com et dius?" (What's your name?) she repeated, slowly laying her feet down.
"What are you trying to tell me? I cannot understand you," he asked again. The girl seemed to be trying to figure out what he was intending to say.
"Oh! Stay away from me! Do not move!" Stammered, he stretched out his arms as if to stop her who was drawing near to him.
She stopped approaching him. "Sha-Sha!" (A guitar!) She was looking behind him where the guitar he took from the man he passed earlier was. Her wide-opened eyes were beaming with excitement.
"Hold on!" he cried out abruptly due to shock and confusion. “Hold on…” he repeated, this time with a gentle tone. He catches his breath as he waved his hands to stop the woman.
Once more, she stopped approaching him and seemed to understand that he did not want her to come near him. Her face was clouded with sadness. Her eyes were set on his back.
"Do you want this?" he asked as he slowly took the black acoustic guitar from his back. His knees were slightly bent in a defensive manner but his hands were positioned as if he's ready to fight.
She shifted her gaze from the guitar to his face full of dry blood. Their eyes met. He couldn't help but swallow when he saw her childlike and seemingly pleading face. Little by little, the gentleness of her face appeared. But that could not relieve the fear he felt from what he had witnessed earlier.
"Here, take it." He carefully handed the guitar to her. She then immediately grabbed him and suddenly jumped at him.