From the Sky Above

A boy was falling from the sky; he fell from the clouds and was tumbling to the earth. His Crimson wings were torn and bloody, his red hair was as beautiful as the stars in the sky. But his big red eyes seemed dazed and maybe hurt as in why him? The blue sky darkened and as the angel fell a single tear came from his eyes. It had started to rain and the dark sky seemed so sad to lose its angel. He fell into a forest and dropped into a sky shrine. There was a statue of an angel with her arms opened was there he was at the feet of her and his wings became light red again as the blood of the angel disappeared.

At this he said in a voice just below a whisper, "Why me?" was his last words as he accepted the darkness to bring him into blissful sleep. His white T-shirt and shorts became brown with dirt and he wore a pendent around his neck it was like a small golden egg with two white wings attached to it. A man with brown hair and hard brown eyes walked in like an hour later.

He wore brown pants with a blue shirt his eyes fell upon the poor angel and said, "Heaven must be weeping," He kneeled down in front of him and woke him up by shaking him.

"Hmmm?" the boy woke up and looked up at him, startled he jumped back, "w-who are you?"

"My name is not important, but to an angel I'm the catcher, poacher or the hunter," The man said with a small smile.

"Well Mr.Hunter this one will not be caught," He said slowly as he ran for it his cloud soft Crimson wings fluttering behind him as he took twists and turns in the trees. He soon came to a cliff and stopped dead in his tracks looking petrified.

"What's wrong little angel aren't you going to fly away? Oh I forgot you can't because your wing is torn," He said laughing as he reached for his net he watched in horror as the young angel jumped off the cliff and into the trees below, "I'll get you yet little angel!"