The smoke was steadily thickening in teh room and Aaron was finding it harder and harder to breathe. He coughed, expelling more of the dark air from his lungs only to suck more in a moment later as he tried to get some oxygen into his system. He was huddled behind the washing machines and dryers, curled up tightly in an effort to make himself as small as possible, not that that would do any good as the flames krept closer and closer through the small crack of the door.

Was this really how he was going to die? Trapped like a rat in a small laundry room? He snorted to himself, at least his 'father' would be happy that the mistake was taken care of. He closed his eyes and prepared to either burn or sufficate.

It was then that he heard...something coming from the other side of the door. His head jerked up as the door was opened by...

Aaron's eyes widened as he took in the figure in the doorway. He was strange and, were those wings? Was he seeing things? Was the smoke beginning to effect his mind? It was then tha the heard the voice of the figure. It was definitely male and low. Aaron had to strain his ears slightly to hear it over the crackling of the fire.

He stood from his huddled position behind the machines and walked carefully towards the figure, moving slowly. "Who are you?" he asked. "And how can you help me?"