Plot #2
Like Plot #1, this has a little title: "Rain". But, like everything else in this section, it's all subject to change. You should know by now: read the Expectations. Do what you want with this.


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    He eyed the dark form next to the gate. Please don't tell me someone's crazy enough to be out in this downpour, he thought to himself. The lightning flashed, illuminating everything for only a few brief seconds. He shook his head. Even those rotten tabloid photographers are smarter than that. They wouldnt be caught dead out on a night like this.

     As he pulled his car slowly into the driveway, he studied the figure. It hadn't moved in the few minutes he had been watching.
So what kind of person doesn't come in out of the rain, he wondered. His grandmother's voice floated to him: What kind of person doesn't come in from the rain, child? Either someone who is dancing in it or someone who has nowhere else to go.

     Well, this person certainly wasn't dancing, that was for sure. At the gate where he had to enter the security code, logic wrestled with compassion.
Fans will do anything and everything to get at one of us. What am I gonna do if this is some psycho? But I can't just leave him there, can I? Suddenly, the hail started, and the voice of compassion screamed out. He put the car in park and opened the door. The hail was coming down hard, and he covered his head with his hands, trying not to get pelted. But the figure still didnt move.

     "Hey!" He reached out and shook the figure. No response. He frowned.
Maybe this is just a sick joke the guys are playing on me. But a whimper caught his attention. He shook the form again, harder. The hood of the jacket fell back, revealing a pale face, eyes closed, brow furrowed, whether in pain or just discomfort, he didn't know. At the crack of thunder, the drooping head snapped back, hitting the wall and immediately falling forward again.

    
That's it, he thought. Crouching down, he picked the stranger up. As quickly, yet carefully as possible, he managed to get both of them inside the car, unlock the security gate, and drive up to the house.
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