The Girl Chapter 3 Boys P.O.V. The fact was, I felt sorry for her. I didn't know why she was there, or how, but she seemed like she needed some help and maybe a shoulder to cry on. Everyone needs someone like that. I smiled as the Girl stood up, the pile of clothes in her hands. She winced as a car with bright headlights passed by on the road. I chuckled and put a hand on her back to move her forward onto the road. We ran across the street, the umbrella over or heads, and right onto my road. My house was a one-story ranch with a basement. Slit rot odd for a big city, but it had a small yard and all the houses on our road looked exactly like it. It was just me, my mom, and my 8 year old sister. I had just gotten my drivers license so I was 16 and a half. I estimated that the girl was probably 15 or 16. Then I thought, I don't know her name. "Hey, I, um, didn't catch your name?" I stuttered. She stopped for a second like she had to hesitate to spill the piece of information. "Ava, Avalyn actually." She whispered and kept walking.

The girl Chapter 2 Her point of view: I couldn't breath. He was so close, to finding out who I was, to analyzing my face. He would report me to the CPS and my secret would be found out. I hid further back behind the dumpster and cried into my sleeve. I stayed there all night listening to the chirping of crickets and the occasional car zooming past. I winced as the first rain drop fell on to my cheek and i covered my face with my arm. I felt each little ice-cold drop drop onto my arm like a bullet tearing my flesh. I noticed a sudden stop in the steady beating of the rain on my arm and looked up. I screamed. The boy: he was back. "I-I, I'm sorry i just thought you might want, you know, an umbrella or something," he was about my age, maybe a year older. I was 15. He sat down beside me and looked away from me. I understood. He also held in his hand a stack of clothes. He caught me staring at the bundle in his arms. "Oh! Um, these are some of my mom's old clothes, ya I um dont wear girls clothes," he smiled and caught a glance at me. "Thanks," I croaked out. "Well, you can stop by my place if you want something to eat tonight," I didn't think he could hurt me: just a normal teen, he had nothing against me. Maybe he could protect me. Maybe he was the one.

The girl Chapter 1 *His point of view* I walked through the dimly lot street lights. The whispers of the street vendors where the only voices hidden beneath the buzzes of the cars flying by like a tornado. I noticed an alley, and decided it was in the direction of my house. So I walked. Overtaken by darkness the alleyway was the perfect set for a Hollywood horror film. I ran as fast as I could trying to get away from the awful darkness but I tripped and a gasp was let out. My eyes scrambled around the room and I realized the gasp had not come from my own mouth. I looked into the darkness and squinted. "Who's there?" I yelped and a figure shifted away from me. A murmur. "Who are you?" I asked, my body violently shaking. "Get away," it was a girl. She sounded scared. I could tell by the violent trembling in her vocal chords. "I-I who are you?" I asked for the second time, sitting my body up against the rough brick wall. "You should go now," she said in a dark-sided authoritive voice as if to add "before I do something bad" I backed away. "Ok, ok" and started home. Who was she? Why was she there?

The Girl She was a stranger. No one knew her name. She crept through the hollow darkness like a black cat on a holloween night. Her black, sweat drenched coat clung to her body like a ghost wavering over her. The holes ripped in her sleeves showed deep red blood stains through the shredded black fabric. her eyes where blood shot but her gleaming black pupils shown through. Her lips were dry and cracked and her cheeks had lost there color. Yet, she was more than perfect. She was sent to save the world but had maken a huge mistake. To be continued...