Chapter 1

The young teenager looked out the window of the hospital with bored eyes. She had spent most of her life inside this hospital, doing nothing and being completely and utterly bored. Her father said it was too dangerous to go outside, although he never told her exactly why. He told her it was because of spending so much time out in the world that her mother had gone into a coma, but the doctors said it was because of cancer. She never knew who to believe, although she mostly believed her father. How could her mother, the woman who did so many amazing things—or so everyone said—have been thrown down by cancer? Even if it was brain cancer, she just couldn't believe that. Although she couldn't remember her mother even in the slightest bit, she knew that she had loved her very much. Everyone told her so. They said her mother had saved her multiple times, but for some reason they refused to tell her what she had been saved from. It was like they were protecting her from something, but she didn't know what. She couldn't remember anything from her younger years. Nothing ever surfaced from that time. She didn't even know what her mother's voice sounded like.

The door opened at that very moment, and in walked one of those pompous doctors who always seemed to think highly of themselves. She glanced over at him as he started working on her mother's IV, catching him sneaking glances at her every now and then. He was young, probably just out of medical school, and he found a habit of checking out all the young girls at the hospital. He mostly looked at her, however, because she was the only healthy girl who was always at the hospital. It made her feel uncomfortable and agitated when men did that to her. Sure, she was pretty, with her long dark brown hair and dark, cold eyes. Her skin was a fine, naturally tan color, although when she actually got out she usually got a beautifully darker tan that complemented her soft, feminine face structure. Her legs were long and skinny, and her stomach was flat. Her hand were soft, also, so even the slightest touch to someone would make them feel as if they were the most important person in the world. Despite all this, however, she still felt she wasn'tpretty enough to cause so many men to take double takes. She was, after all, only fourteen, and still had much time to develop into and even better woman, instead of just an immature teenager, as her father said.

That was another thing about her life. Her father was very overprotective. She wasn't sure why, but he was. He nearly killed any guy who so much as gave her a small seductive smile, and he never let her out of his sight for more than a few hours before going to look for her. She was like a small child all over again, eager to get into trouble in whatever whys possible. She often tried to tell him that she wasn't a little kid anymore, but he just brushed her off, saying she'd always be a kid to him. This often got on her nerves, because he was only 29. He wasn't even in his 30s, but he insisted she was a kid. He was old enough to be her brother, not her father. If she was immature, at least she hadn't had sex yet. She wasn't nearly as immature has her parents had been, and her father had openly admitted it. But he still didn't want her to make the same mistakes he and her mother had, so he watched her like a hawk, always ready to jump in on a conversation she was having with a boy.

Just as she expected, the doctor came over to her, laying a hand on her shoulder.

"Hey, how are you holding up?" he questioned, although she knew he wasn't really asking with true concern, just so he could make her think he cared.

"Fine, until you showed up." She snapped as she shrugged his hand away and got to her feet, starting to exit the room.

"You're very attractive when you act hard-to-get you know." he stated as he watched her hips sway has she walked from the room. She turned on him at his words.

"If you know what's good for you, you'll keep your mouth shut about things like that." her dark eyes seemed to have become even darker because of her anger.

He smirked, "And if I don't?"

The girl glared at him, "I'll just have to inform someone of your inappropriate behavior around a minor. And, of course, I will have to inform my father."

The man stiffened at the mention of her father. Everyone at the hospital knew that the man was very protective of the girl, and he wasn't shy at throwing a good punch to get people to remember it. The teenager once again turned on her heels and marched out of the room, leaving the fearful doctor by himself to tend to her mother. As she walked down the hallways of the hospital, she saw a few of the others wondering around. She didn't know why they bothered to stay, they could easily just go home, but they didn't. She guessed they probably just didn't know what to do outside of the hospital. They would never know what to do outside. They said they had become accustom to showing off their wings, and nobody outside the hospital knew about the winged people, so they'd have to go back to hiding them. They were scared of what people would think of them, or at least that's what they told the young girl. In reality, they were just scared of the people out there. And not just all the people, but them. The people they never spoke of around the girl, and the people she hardly knew even existed.

She entered the waiting room area, her beautiful dark wings hidden under a jacket. She saw there was a small commotion, and saw a bunch of people facing her father. They all look utterly furious. All, that is, but one. A older man with graying hair. He seemed to be trying to tell her father something, convince him maybe. Her father wasn't listening, and kept ordering them to leave. She could hardly hear anything, but when she came to earshot everyone froze. Some of the younger men behind the man looked at her in awe and lust, but the man just smiled at her, as if he knew something she didn't.

"Kismet, go back to your mother's room." her father ordered upon seeing her.

She ignored her father and moved closer, until she was standing right beside him and in front of the people. She studied them all. They looked like movie stars, or models, and she halfheartedly wondered why they were following the old man, and how they knew her father. She had never seen him before, although she hardly came into the waiting area either.

"Who're your friends, Dad?" she questioned, studying the old man once again, and suddenly feeling as if she knew him from somewhere. She wasn't sure exactly where, but she thought he looked like someone she knew, or maybe someone she had imagined.

"There're not friends, now get back to your mothers room." his voice was stern, trying to show her who was in charge. Too bad for him she had never been once to take orders.

"God, Dad, don't be such a grouch." she scolded.

"My, my, my. She's got her mother's spirit." the old man acnoliged.

The teenager gasped, "You knew my mother?"

A twinkle agnited in his eyes. He glanced over at her father and asked in a nonsurprised tone, "You never told her about me? It's obvious she doesn't remember me."

"Of course I haven't told her of you! Why the hell would I!" her father snapped at the only man.

"D-do I know you?" Kismet asked.

The man laughed. "Oh yes, we've met. You see, my dear child, I am Max's father, making me your grandfather."

Her eyes grew wide as she looked at the old man. She couldn't believe such a thing. She didn't have any family; her father had told her so. He would never lie to her. She had asked multiple times, and ever time he always said no. So why then was the old man claming to be her grandfather. And why was her father not contradicting him, or telling her it was a lie. He even acted as if it were true when the man asked him if she had told her. She looked at her father, then the old man. Without even realizing it she had turned on her heals and ran from the room, outside of the hospital. She could hear her father calling her back in a frantic tone, but she ignored him. Out of nowhere a man jumped out at her, and she was barely able to escape his outstretched arms in time. She screamed as another came out at her, and in a desperate attempt to get away she threw her jacket off, revealing her wings. She jumped into the air and took off, trying her hardest to fly quickly. She was out of practice, and she had been lucky that nobody was there to see her. She soon realized that many of the people who had been grabbing for her had taken off as well. She was in trouble.

Deep trouble.

12 years later:

Kismet 14, Max 29 (super speed, voice in head), Fang 29 (light control?), Iggy 29 (see future? telekinetic), Nudge 26 (see who last used object), Gasman 23 (fire?), Angel 21 (read minds, mind control, breath underwater), Total (talking dog), Jeb, Ari 23, Anne, Dr. Martinez, Ella, Magnolia (Ella's dog)

kat gave me the name Kismete but I dropped the last 'e'