Falling Star

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I fell from the stars. I know that sounds the weird, but it's actually the truth. I didn't intend to, at least I don't think that I did, but nonetheless, here I am. I think the reason it sounds so unbelievable is because I can't exactly remember how I got here, from the stars. In fact I can't remember anything at all.

My last and only memories include bright lights, the wind in my hair, and travelling so fast that I must have been flying. It was like it was night, but it's not like the dark blue nights we all know here. Everything seemed to be happening so fast and then nothing: darkness, blackout, nothing.

That's when I woke up. Here, wherever, here is. My vision is blurry and foggy, no wait, that might be smoke. My body aches a little bit and one side just hurts. I feel warm and then hot, and back to warm. Am I cooling down? It's a struggle to get up. Whatever I've landed on, it's crumbling as I try move. My arm- I think somebody is coming. I've got to get up, I've got to be able to defend myself if need be. That stranger, he's walking slow as if something is wrong with him. I still can't see clearly. Why is there smoke around me? It's time to get up- I have to stand up. Why is this such a struggle? I'm going to stand up and-AIR!

It has never felt so good to breath again. Oh no, maybe I got up too fast. Okay, here we go-is that guy green? The smoke has cleared, and my vision becomes clear as well. The guy or thing coming towards me looks green. The stars are giving me more light down here than I've ever seen them give out. I take step towards him. I take another.

"You better step away from that thing unless you want to become just like it," I hear a voice say. I turn sharply to towards the voice, staring as I've never seen him before. "Yeah, I'm talking to you," he sounds offended.

I turn back to see the green guy or thing as it may be entering the crater of where I've awaken. It stumbles as it walks and rolls one of it's feet, but continues to walk toward me. I hear it give a low moan as it seemingly drags itself along.

"It's just a night creature," the other guy, the real one, tells me, "you need to get out of there."

My arms, I look down to them. They feel funny, almost pulsating like. I begin to see the haze of yellow glow, emitting from them. What's wrong? Why do they feel like this? This isn't normal, is it? They don't hurt, it just feels weird. I touch them both but the haze of the yellow glow continues to emit itself.

"He's just going to attract more of them," the real guy shouts at me, but I am still too enamoured with my arms. I hear him sigh and throw some of his things down.

This feeling is so familiar to me, it's like I should know what to do about it, but I don't. In some way, it almost feels good. I can't explain why, but I like it. The next thing I know, this green guy or night creature, lunges at me. I jump, startled and press both my arms out in front of me. Several rays of yellow light shoot out from them to the night creature. They send him flying into the air, high above anyone else's reach.

"How did you?" the real guy has run up to me, "what are you?"

"I'm me," I finally reply to him.

We both watched as the night creature falls from the sky and into a tree where it shatters into tiny particles that disappear.

"What just happened?" I asked.

"That's what I would like to know," the real guy says beside of me, before jumping back. I don't move, but the ground in front of me begins to unravel, as something tries to break through. I study it, confused as ever before a green hand breaks through, reaching for the air. I of course, step back. "If you let one of those things moan too loudly, they call for others," the guy informs me as the new night creature crawls up, through the ground. Three more hands break the surface around me, in varying places. I take a fighting stance as the real guy holds what looks like to be a baton of some kind. "all you have to do is hit them with enough force, then they'll disintegrate," he explains to me. I see a fifth hand break the surface, a sixth, this had become an ambush.

My arms begin to feel weird again and I can see the small yellow haze emitting from them. I quickly count about seven, but before I can take any action, a robotic, tube-like arms come out of nowhere and slices through all of the night creatures, disintegrating them.

"Oh no, droids," the real guy in yells in disdain, "look out!"

As white, robotic creatures emerge from the woods, one of the extended, tube-like arms coils around myself, lifting me in the air and taking me away. From the corner of my eye I can see one has grabbed him too. I struggle to get free but cannot. The next thing I notice, the so called droids begin to malfunction, and their limbs fall apart. A few of them even experience small explosions.

I beat my fists for against the tube coiled around me to no avail. My arms are ready to action, but then I see an older man, wearing a trench coat leaps from a tree, placing tiny gadgets on each droid. The gadgets send the electrical pulse into the droid, causing the malfunctions. Out of the corner of my eye, I see another young guy leap out and free the other real guy. Now, I know, I am ready. I point my right arm toward the droid holding me. It emits the yellow rays from before, forcing the droid to let me go, and send it flying into the air. It crashes as it hits the ground and I land on my feet, having been just a couple feet in the air. I turn, just in time to see another tube whipping towards me and use my right arm, emit the yellow beams, causing the tube break from the droid and fly into the air. I see another coming from the opposite directions and spin, using my the emissions from my arms to send a couple of droids flying into their destruction. This time, I accidentally caught the first real guy I had been talking to in it and he is also catapulted into the woods.

I see more droids flying in as the old man makes his way to me.

"You have to calm down," he shouts at me as he and the blonde guy fight off more droids. The older man approaches me, "You have to come with us," he tells me, "please don't make me take you by force."

"But that other-" I begin.

"I'll get him," the blonde guy shouts across to us as he leaps into the woods.

I see separate rays scan both myself and the older man.

"Unidentified," a droid says in response to scanning me.

"Identified," another droid says after scanning the trench coat man, "eximius humanus, Merrick Hargrave."

"What did that thing call you?" I ask.

"We have no time," Merrick answers me, "we are friends, now you have to come with me." My arms, still emit the yellow haze and I use them to send more droids that land near us away.

"Must exterminate," I hear one droid say.

"You need to calm down," he again tells me and grabs me by the arm. The feeling in my left arm, that strange, pulsating feeling, goes away now and I can no longer see the haze of that small glow in that arm. Merrick practically drags me into the woods, evading the droids and the rest of the action.

Before I know it, he leads me around to the passenger side of some kind of vehicle. I can't quite make it out, but he tosses me into it, then leaps across the car, and gets in himself. He drives and we speed away, into the night.

I didn't say much for that ride. I didn't even ask him where he was taking me. I just sat and stared out the window the for the entire ride. I was looking at the stars. I missed them. There was something so familiar about them, yet I can't describe it. I longed for them because they are my home. I don't even know how I'll get back to them, but for that entire car ride, I just stared at the stars.

I've had no sense of time since I awoke, so I wasn't surprised when Merrick had to nudge me to let me know we had reached our destination. It was large brick building.

"Welcome to the Hargrave Wayward Home for young men," he introduces me with a large grin on his face. I went through all of this just to be taken to a home for wayward men? I must've given him some kind of look because gave me a playful nudge on the shoulder. "I'm just kidding," he admits, thinking he must've been funny, "people use to mistaken this place for something like that all the time, for, it was at one time used as a dormitory."

"What do you want with me?" I ask, obviously not getting his joke.

"First, I want to check you out in our lab and make sure you're okay," he tells me, leading me inside, "it's a medical lab, but I think we've got a lot of things to talk about."

I was lead down a large, dark stairway and into a bright laboratory filled with medical equipment, experiment rooms, and several surveillance items. Merrick gives me a full medical check up and runs what he said were a few diagnostics scans.

"Do you feel okay?" he asks me, finishing up.

"I'm fine," I lie. I guess it's not really a lie, but I have no memory of who I am. I was no longer sore as I was when I first awoke, that had gone away. I feel as if nothing has happened to me, except that I don't know who I am.

The blond guy enters from earlier.

"I thought I heard you come in," Merrick looks over some papers.

"I went up to the roof first," he tells Merrick, "made sure I was not being followed."

"And were you?" Merrick asks him, still reading the paper

"No," the blond guy confidentially answers him, " I took out a few night creatures along the way, figured it'd help someone out in the long run not to deal with them."

"Night creatures . . ." I say aloud, "that guy, the one I-"

"He's fine," the blond guy has walked over to me, "I made sure he was okay and sent him on his way." I breath a sigh of relief.

"Who was he?" I ask.

"Nobody important," the blond guy answers, "his name is Winston, he's just a local delivery boy. I'm Sage."

"Nice to meet you," I shake hands with him.

"How's our guest?" Sage asks.

"His vitals are normal," Merrick approaches me, "everything looks fine, but there could be something that he isn't telling us."

"And he is right here," I remind them.

"And I never caught your name," Sage looks to me. I stare at both of them for a moment.

"What's your name?" Merrick asks me.

"I . . ." I begin, "I don't know," I confess. I figure there's no point in lying to them. After all, if they wanted to hurt me, they would have never helped out with the so called droids, or maybe they knew I was more than capable of taking care of myself. Either way, he said they were friends.

"How can you not know?" Sage asks.

"That explains the anomalies in your head," Merrick studies his notes.

"I can't remember much," I confess.

"Do you know where you're from?" Sage asks.

"The stars," I immediately answer, "I was in the stars one minute, flying and the next thing I know, I wake up down here, in front of that night creature, thing."

"Those androgynous creatures of the night," Sage explains, "at least that's what we call them. No one's certain where they come from, or how they form. We only know a few things about them: One- they only come out at night, two- Daylight incinerates them, and three- their loud moaning seems to call others when they try to attack."

"What happens if they attack you?" I ask.

"Assimilation by death," Merrick answers, "you become one of them, if they leave enough of you. When daylight comes, instead of the combustion they experience, your insides seemingly vanish."

"Luckily they are also easy to combust with one brutal hit," Sage adds.

"That's so bizarre," I comment, "and the . . . droids?"

"Pet projects of Dr. Thurman Mayhew III," Merrick answers, "meant to relinquish mankind of all labor, but we'll save that story for another time. I think you need to get some rest, you've had quite the night."

"But my arms," I begin.

"Are fine," Merrick reassures me, "we'll talk more tomorrow. We have plenty of rooms here, I think you will be able to find one you like."

"You said you came from the roof?" I look to Sage, "Mind if I go up before I rest?"

"Sure," Merrick grants me, "second door on the left." They continued talking about me, I'm sure after I am out of the room.

"Is he really going to be okay?" Sage asks Merrick.

"By his standards, I believe so," Merrick studies his papers, "his readings are off the charts. I've never seen anything like this before."

"Are you going to pull another all nighter," Sage asks him.

"I'm not that young anymore," Merrick replies taking a seat on a stool, "I want you keep an eye on him."

"I know, he's undeveloped," Sage tells him.

"I don't think he is," Merrick studies his papers, "it's entirely possible he's just forgotten how to use his body."

"I can't imagine losing everything like that," Sage says, "he doesn't even remember his name."

"I'll entrust that to you for now," Merrick tells him without looking up, "you need to go to him."

I was still staring up at the stars when you came out and called me-

"Starvos?" I turn around and see Sage approach me.

"Huh," I replied, obviously confused.

"I thought that would be an appropriate name until you can remember your own," Sage explains to me. I have now leaned against the ledge and he does the same.

"I like it," I tell him, again going back to the stars, "it's like where I come from."

"We have a room ready for you, whenever you're ready," Sage tells me.

"I'd like to stay up here for a while longer," I tell him, "I don't know if you guys really believe me, but I was up there. I was flying and then I . . ."

"Fell?" he asks me.

"I don't know," I reply, "but looking up at them from down here, it's like they're trying to say something, something I need to know, but I just can't."

"Starvos, it's okay, you will, in time," Sage reassures me.

"I hope so," I reply quietly. I fell into a silent gaze, staring at the stars, my stars. He stayed with me for the next hour or so while I just gazed up into the sky.

"And here we are," Starvos seems to come out of his trance, "I am planning going back to them one day, but not tonight."

"I'm not staying out here to watch you," Sage tells him, "I'm straying out here so you're not alone. You have someone here and not just me, Merrick too. We're allies and for now you can call this place home."

"Thank you," Starvos tells him, "I'll st-" he stops. In the distance, in the clear nighttime sky, he sees a shooting star, spiraling towards the ground. He gasps. "It's just like me," Starvos marvels at it.

Sage gives a small laugh, "not every falling star is a person like you."

"No, they're not," Starvos says with hope in his voice, "they're different and that means what little I can remember is true. I can fly."

End!

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