The Mothman"Are you an Angel" the girl asked amazed.More Like This
"But..." she began "then what the hell are you?"
"A monster" the boy said quietly, without expression or care.
"You saved me!" she protested, "Monsters don't save people!"
The boy shrugged. "This is the first time I was able to stop it"
The boy did not answer.
"What are you trying to stop?" the girl pressed on. Her eyes showed excitement and fear. This bothered the boy. Fear is what everyone saw when they looked at him. Fear.
'I'm trying to stop the future" he said abruptly. The feathered appendages protruding from his upper back began to twitch as he looked down at the city below.
He could jump, leap off and escape, not answer any more of the girl's questions. However, somehow he felt obliged to stay. This was the first time someone had laid eyes on him and not run away.
"What do you mean by 'stop the future?'" the girl asked.
"I want to stop the visions. Stop the death. Stop everything that I am."
The girl stared blan