(Diedrich)

The angel fell asleep in my arms as I was running for my life. It was amusing. When I had picked him up to carry him to my hideout, he looked at me as if he couldn't believe his eyes. Now he was as carefree as a butterfly on a spring day. Three more miles and I would be there. I had to hurry.

I could hear the rustling of feathers behind me. I sped up, taking a sharp turn to my right so I could lose the gathering angels behind me. I felt something sharp cut my right eye. I let out a cry of pain as I fell to the ground, dropping the angel in the process. I quickly got to my feet, holding my eye in the process. I heard a groan behind me and turned to look. The angel had woken up. " Well good morning sleepyhead." I said with a hint of irritation.

The angel took one look at my face and started whimpering like a lost puppy. " You're eye," he said with a face full of tears. " It looks really scary." He looked at me with sympathy and I felt that I had to console him. "I-It's all right. We'll be at my hideout soon, so I can fix my eye." Then angel then abrubtly got up and started walking in the direction we where going. " Lets hurry. I think you're eye might have a scar." I quickly followed behind, astonished.