Alan let out a quiet sigh as he flipped a bit of his unruly midnight black hair out of his face. He turned his head to the right - the light from the setting sun shining down on his cerulean colored eyes. His bored eyes glazing over at the river he could see flowing calmly in the distance. 'Why can't life flow by like that?' Alan found himself thinking. Ignoring that thought process; he turned his head forward again, seeing the Eagle Avenue Bridge clearly.

He didn't know why he was walking through here. Alan could have simply gotten a ride, but he refused. He kept telling himself it had nothing to do with the fact that the person who had asked was someone he'd been trying to avoid for the past few weeks. She was getting closer. She kept on giving him these odd looks, as if she knew something that no one else knew about him. Something that even he shouldn't know. Once again stopping himself from thinking about such things, Alan put his focus back on his surroundings.

Alan knew that he was different from all of the other kids. They were too ignorant, too illogical. Too stupid. They didn't know what he knew; they couldn't see what he saw. Alan himself wasn't sure what he sees, but he knew they were human. Well, they looked human. Either way he looked at it though, he couldn't understand the other kids. It doesn't matter what he did though, everyone seemed to try and understand him.

Alan's steady walking kept in rhythm with the metal thud of his walking. Stopping his steady gaunt, Alan turned to his left, looking out into the river. When he was about to turn his head, Alan caught sight of something that he was getting very used to seeing. a slightly transparent little girl huddled at the edge of the bridge (Not that he normally sees see-through little girls all the time, but the amount of see-through people he's come in contact with lately is staggering.); Alan couldn't help but want to comfort her. He doesn't normally try to comfort these "people", but there are always a few that get to him. The way that she was sitting there, her little shoulders trembling like she was crying - which she probably was - with her head buried between her knees, her arms were wrapped protectively around her knees, as if to ward off any possible attempts to comfort her. Alan marveled at how much that little girl reminded him of his little sister, Jasmine.

Preparing himself to go over and comfort the little girl (he just couldn't stand seeing her like that); Alan willed his legs to walk over to the girl. Before Alan could even begin to take his first steps toward her, he saw the little girl's head snap up from her previous position; her face contorting into a mask of pure horror. Her flowing black hair cascading around her head, framing her pale face with her distorted pale green eyes staring forward unseeingly. Alan had to quickly regain his composure after seeing her expression.

Seeing the girl act like that seemingly out of nowhere, Alan began to tense his muscle; prepared for anything that may come his way. After a minute of just standing there, Alan slowly began to relax his stance. Figuring that whatever caused the little girl to react that way was gone, Alan began to walk over toward her once more. Before he could take a step, he was once again interrupted; this time by the heavy trembling of the metal bridge.

Alan had to place his right hand on the ground and kneel down on his knee to prevent himself from outright falling. This proved to be difficult seeing as the bridge was being lifted upward by an unseen force, showing why this bridge was known as a "vertical-lift" bridge. The way the bridge was being lifted so easily reminded Alan of an eagle taking flight into the clear blue sky; though the screeching sound coming from the rusted metal rubbing together reminded him that the bridge was completed in 1931, by some company called F.L. Gorman, or something like that. 'And here I thought that that bridge assignment at school wouldn't do me any good in the real world.' Alan thought humorlessly to himself.

When the bridge reached to peak of its flight, everything was still. Alan tried to understand what was making the bridge lift up like that, but he couldn't see anything. The only logical answer would be that someone - or something - was pushing the bridge up from the bottom. Alan glanced up to the little girl again, seeing how she was handling this. To his surprise Alan found her standing up, with an indifferent expression. The emptiness in her unblinking eyes only made the sight more disturbing. No little girl should have to wear that type of expression.

The way she was just standing there, with her indifferent mask, had Alan thinking about a man who was being convicted for a crime he didn't do. Standing from his place on the ground, Alan tried to walk over to the girl, but alas, he was interrupted… again. ‘This is just getting ridiculous.’ was the thought coming from Alan. This time it was because the thing that was previously holding the bridge up, was no longer doing so. In other words: the bridge was falling. Fast.

Alan had to keep in a scream that threatened to escape from his lips. When the bridge finally hit the bottom, Alan landed on the flat of his stomach. Groaning from his unexpected landing, Alan peeled himself off of the ground, dusting his clothes off in the process. Looking up at the little girl – for what seemed like the hundredth time – he saw here looking to the right side of the bridge. Feeling an uneasiness raiding his senses, Alan turned to where she was looking.

There, standing at the end of the bridge, was a... it couldn't be put into words.

Alan didn't know what this monster - no, this thing - was. It was HUGE. It was amazing something could become that big. It had to be at least 10 feet tall. The thing's body contracting and bulging with muscles. With any little twitch of its body, the muscles flex as if it were posing. In the middle of its massive chest, there was a hole that was as wide as Alan is tall. The claws were at least 4 feet long, the tips curling forward in a menacing manner.

One thought passed through Alan’s mind, ‘Oh s***.’