The child's cries echoed through the busy city. He lay curled up among a pile of unwanted garbage. The broken glass remnants of a shattered beer bottle littered his surroundings. In his arms, he wrapped around an old dirty teddy bear with messy stitches and buttons down its center. Stuffing leaked out the side of its neck. Strangers passed him one by one, avoiding his gaze. He held his eye tightly. It hurt. He couldn't see. Everything was just...fuzzy. As his sobs became a muffled whine he caught the sight of something shiny perched over the windowsill above. The creature tilted its head, silent. Watching. As the boy began to remove his hand from his eye, he found that it had left a considerable amount of blood on his palm. Feeling woozy, he fell softly to sleep under the noise of car horns and flashing lights.
Once sure he had been laid to rest, the creature collected his body in curiosity. However, as he lay tired in its arms, his breath began to pick back up. He was alive. How truly extraordinary the creature thought, inspecting his battered body. I think I'll take you home. And that is exactly what it did.
