Dallas sat in the vacant lot, alone. The rumble had just ended. He had gone to the hospital after and watched Johnny die. That was just a few hours ago. Most of the gang thought he was dead or ran away, but he was only a few blocks away from their celebrations and sorrow.

Dally was leaning back against a tree, smoking a cigarette. This was his third one since the rumble. He was starring off into space when he heard a soft whimper. He looked behind the tree he was up against and saw what looked to be a young woman. Her eyes were clenched close and her skin was pale as snow. He also noticed a small set of wings on her back. What the hell?

Dallas looked at her more. He could see crimson red staining her pale skin and wings. A fallen angel.