Thread: Oh Ye Of Little Faith (darkangel76 & Erit of Eastcris)

Mira's blue eyes widened and she glanced over her shoulder at the kind man who'd saved her from embarrassment by allowing her to revel in such small indulgences. He knew her name. But how? She hadn't given it to him. She'd barely spoken to him. Utterly perplexed, she clutched her coffee and took a sip. Pocketing the change, she darted out the door, hoping to stop the man, to speak with him more. But he'd vanished just as quickly as he'd seemed to appear. It was a puzzling mystery and it made her insides twist, while her mind reeled over everything. As she brought her steaming cup of coffee away from her lips, she could've sworn she'd heard him utter something about God. God. Now that was someone who didn't deserve her time. There was nothing in life that convinced her that there was anything divine worth praising or acknowledging. Besides, had there truly been a God, would he have let her parents die? What's more...so brutally? No...no. There was no God. As the minutes wore on, Mira set herself to going home so that she could get ready for work. She had a long night ahead of her at the club. It wasn't the best of jobs and no doubt, if her parents were still alive, they'd scold her for even thinking of taking on such a job let alone living it as she did. But her options were few and she needed to keep up the practice. Besides, it paid well enough, especially the tips, though she certainly wasn't fond of how handsy some people could get when she tried to earn them. Almost every night, she'd cry over it, wishing there was another way, some other alternative. Just anything. If only she'd get a break! Her friends at the studio assured her that she would eventually. After all, there were only so many dancers out there. They couldn't get all the parts out there now. Could they? Mira finished up her night on the job, her clothes slightly torn where one eager patron had tried to pull her onto his lap, taking her completely off her guard. She'd somehow been pulled away from the brute and was allowed to carry on. Something she was entirely grateful for. But now, the night was ending. The street lamps outside were sputtering, an indicator that dawn was on its way. She looked up and saw the moon shining down. It was a brilliant red, a sanguine moon. She shivered slightly and pulled her small jacket tightly about her slender body. Click...click. Mira's footfalls echoed in the darkness as she made her way home. The streets were oddly dead, more than likely a reminder that everyone was turning in for the night, ready to sleep away their day. She bit down on her lip, the sound of car wheels screeching from behind. She turned slightly and saw the oncoming car. Whoops and hollers came from the windows, the headlights on high as they honed in on hera sudden target!. Oh..oh... Miranda gasped. The car was heading straight for her, swerving as it barreled down the tiny road. Mira braced herself for impact, her life flashing before her eyes before two strong hands seemed to grip her tightly, pulling her close. On instinct, she buried her head against the warm chest her head rested upon. Was this death? She hardly knew! But if it was, she wasn't about to complain. Large arms, warm and safe, held her securely, placing her instantly at ease. If this was what happened when one died, then she'd welcome it any day. Just then, the grip that held her so sweetly, began to ebb. The arms slowly pulled away and she was standing there in front of the man she'd seen earlier at the coffee shop. I... Mira stammered, her eyes transfixed on the man standing before her. Just how had he done that? And why? So many questions flitted through her mind. But only one conclusion seemed sanethat she was dead and this man was the one who'd escort her on the journey. Ironic since she'd not once thought anything existed after death. It would figure, just to add salt to an already gaping wound. Her senses were overwhelmed, a dizziness sweeping over her, while her heart beat fiercely and wildly. She wobbled a bit, her hands grabbing hold of the man's arm to steady herself. It was then that she realized she was very much alive. Just...how? Trembling, Mira felt her face flush and she licked her lips trying to find her voice. Who...who are you? she asked, noting his eyes looking her over, their worry more than apparent. I'm fine, she then added, though fear filled her heart nonetheless. Thanks to you. Whoever you are.