**this chapter isn't done but I need to put it here so I can access it later. Hope you enjoy how it starts though**

Chapter 1

Ann

“Try that again, you shit, and I’ll kill you.”

Dansi rose to his feet before the men could kick him again. All three of them were twice as large as he

was. He knew they were easily capable to killing him if they had the desire to. He stumbled into a brick

building that formed one wall of the alley way. The rough stone cut deeper into his hand, which had

previously been crushed between the pavement and a heavy boot. His sides burned as he ran. The men had

not held back as they pummeled him continuously with fists and coarse kicks. His eyes burned and were

blurred over by dripping sweat and blood and the occational tear that he could not hold in because of the

pain. Dansi was disoriented and terrified when he finally collapsed against a light pole.

Those bastards, he thought. His breathing gradually slowed but his legs were still too weak for

him to stand up and continue. He glanced up at the pole. A green sign pointed to a street at his left called

Lookout. Dansi sighed deeply and went over the massacure in his mind. It had been worth it in the long

run. Things would have been much worse had he not been there. He didn’t want to think of what they

could have done to Mercy. He closed his eyes tightly, trying to shove the pain and memory out of his head.

It was over now. He didn’t think he would run into that gang again, but if he did, he’d be all the more

prepared. He grunted and pulled up to his knees. His gut burned as if it had been ripped open. He fell

forward on his palms. He couldn’t move. Everything hurt. He would have to lay down on the street to

sleep. Hopefully, a passing police car would pick him up before any other shady characters came by. He

took in a deep, painful breath and let it out in a hiss. But when he stopped, the sound continued from

behind him. Dansi looked at the pavement which was broken by his distinct shadow. A car passed

alarmingly close, blarring its horn and throwing up a mist of water from gutter. He didn’t move to wipe

the water from his face. The touch of the liquid felt comforting on his skin.

I can’t stay here, he thought. Mom will be hysterical after Mercy tells her what happend.

Dansi clung to the pole and steadied his legs benithe him. There was a low brick wall outlining

the sidwalk and dividing the homes from the street. He could use it to inch along like a child learning to

walk. For the moment, he didn’t have the strength to move from the pole to the wall. As he stood,

somewhat bent at the waist and gripping tightly to his support, he noticed something odd. The sparce

gravel on the pavement rolled forward as if lightly brushed by a hand. There was no one around. There

wasn’t even a breeze strong enough to shake the leaves. He continued to watch as rocks, leaves and other

small debris moved passed him gathering speed as time past. Dansi couldn’t believe what he saw, but

reguardless, he felt it was in his best interest to move from where he was standing. He lifted his leg to

move toward the brick fense and both his feet were thrown forward. His head crashed into the metal pole,

further dazing his already wounded senses. He was sprawled over the concrete, dangerously close to

falling into the street. He lay as if paralyzed, but his whole body shook as if being pulled appart and

pushed togather all at the same time. He couldn’t feel anything. But he could hear a great noise that was

louder than a car and increasing in volume as it drew closer. Even with his eyelids closed he could see a

light like the sun burning behind them. Dansi opened his eyes for one moment to see a streak of light

flash through the air just feet above him. It pitched downward and skidded across the ground, only

stopping after colliding with a garbage can. By that time, Dansi wasn’t aware of anything.

Dansi woke when a burning ember fell on his cheek. He batted it away with a hand and sat up. His gut no

longer held as much pain but his head throbbed. He stood unsteadily and cracked his back, supporting it

with a hand. He turned around to see a fire burning beside him. The grass had caught fire as well as some

trash that had spilled across the ground. Dansi studied it for a while in interest. He’d never seen a meteor

before, atleast that’s what he thought was the most logical explination. He limped to plot and repeatedly

stamped down on it to put out the flames, but they couldn’t be extinguished. “I’ll have to get someone,” he

said aloud. “Some of these houses might catch on fire.” He turned roughly, popping his leg into a position

that was surprisingly less painful, and advanced toward the home nearest the growing flames. But he

never made it. Something caught his eye before he even reached the first step: a hand.

Dansi ran back to the fire. “Miss! Hey!” A woman laid sprawled out and unconsious just within

the flame. “Miss!” With no one in the homes who seemed to alert to his calls and time running out before

the girl caught fire, Dansi did what he does best; He got completely lost in thought.

I know! I’ve seen this all before. Just like all the movies and the books and any other media that

is any good. The guy has to save the girl from the start. That opens the relationship and from there

everything is smooth sailing. How very perfect. This meteor happens to come along and hit her in the

head, knocking her out. And then, I come along to save the day. But...this does present a problem on two

points, firstly, what is she wearing? Is she wearing something? Is it wrong to rescue a girl is she’s nude?

No, she can’t be naked. It must be a body suit. But who would wear such a suit? That really isn’t very

important. How am I going to pick her up? She can obviously not do it on her own, but I can hardly stand.

There is no way that I will have the strenght to lift her. Perhaps the situation will give me one of those

adrenaline enhansed strenghts that would allow he to toss her out of the fire. I can see it now. The paper

will want to do a story on it. I’ll be a local hero, not to mention a magnet to all those girls who like the

knight in shining armor image.

While he rolled the situation through the wheels in his head, Dansi grandually stepped forward

till his leg was positioned directly in the fire. He jerked awake imediately and skipped toward the inside

ring of the fire. His leg had miner burns on it that caused only mild discomfort. He repeated over and over

again how foolish he had been for letting his mind wander.

A thick cloud of smoke clung to the air inside the ring of fire. Dansi had to duck low to the

ground so that his eyes would stop watering enough to see the woman. When his vision finally cleared, he

could see her hand right before his face. He took hold of her wrist and dragged her toward him with ease.

She didn’t stir at his touch.

“Miss? I’m going to get you out of here.” He bent next to her, slid one arm behind her neck and

the other in the nook of her knee, took a last deep breath, and stood up with his eyes closed, expecting to

strain under her weight. He stood without problem. For a brief moment of startled amazement, he stared

down at her.

“No woman could be this light. She’d be blown away. Adrenaline or no, something isn’t right.”

Dansi kicked at the fire in an attempt to get it to die down so that he could pass through without getting

singed. The moment he set foot away from the fire, it stilled. The flames and smoke disappeared

completely, leaving only a trace in the grass of its presence.