This is my first ever story! It takes place after the angel book and please just ignore the last book as this is MY PERSONAL OPINION as to how it should have ended. All the original characters go to James Patterson of course! Don't hurt me if you don't like it! I can use my HP invisibility cloak to get away! (Yep that's right die hard Harry Potter fan at your service!) Please enjoy!

PART 1

A dream, and a nightmare.

Chapter 1 - Willow

My name's Willow. I don't have a last name, but I gave myself the name Willow, because of the trees outside my window, back at the "School". That's a

super-evil branch of mad scientists who perform experiments by combining the DNA

of human children, and the DNA of other, non-human creatures. Most of these experiments failed badly, or lived in torment for a little while. I grew up there,

and for the past 16 years (my whole life), I've have been conducted into horrible tests, that I DON'T want to talk about right now.

But I'd escaped yesterday, and now I'm flying for my life. Still. Those flyboys (robot/wolf/human combos) just won't give up! They're stubborn little buggers,

only not so little at all (as in: bigger than me, and I'm 5,7).

I put on a big burst of speed, zooming down into the trees below. Willow trees, ironically enough. Here, I had the advantage. Could Flyboys swerve with half-

second warnings? Or turn practically on dimes? Hardly!

But they were still foll- ooh. Scratch that.

One of them hit a tree, ricocheted off, and bowled the others over. Most of them detonated, except for 1, who managed to fly shakily away. Shame. I've been

dying to test that new bomb I rigged up last night.

Wonder if I'll ever get to use it? oh. Wait. I can answer that; no problem. Because this is my life, right? Soo, yeah. I'll get to use it. Good. (Heh, heh.)

Chapter 2 - Willow

Remember how I said I was "flying" above those trees?

I wasn't kidding.

At the school, the scientists had fertilized a woman's (I don't know who's) egg in a test tube. They'd grafted bird DNA into mine, which caused me to be born

with my DNA as 2% bird, 97% human, 1% something else.

I was born with wings. Silver colored wings!Something had happened with the experiment, and the 1% caused the color, as well as multiple gifts I have. I

have raptor vision and hearing from the bird's 2%, and I can beat up just about anybody, including those big wrestlers you see on TV. But I'm definitely not

perfect.

I'm a girl with wings fer cryin' out loud! Know anyone else with those characteristics? 'Oh yeah, Susie and I love to go flying when it's nice out!' Ha! There's

only me, nowhere else where I belong.

I have serious temper issues. Like when someone tries to make me cooperate (I'm really bad at that), or tries to stick a needle in me (which makes me

twitchy enough to kill someone), or sticks me in a dog crate (which was my "room" growing up, when I wasn't in a lab room; me + small spaces = major

claustrophobia issues now).

But now I was free. Free to spread my wings, and fly as high as I wanted. For the first time in my short, sorry life, I could go as far as I liked, without worrying

about a stupid electric collar around my neck.

Then, out of nowhere, 3 bullets shot through my right wing, right near the shoulder, where the blood was thickest. The pain was terrifying. Sure, I'd

experienced bad pain in my life, but this was worse, way worse. Then I started losing altitude fast. I saw water below me, I must have flown over the ocean,

drunk on my own happiness. I saw the flyboy from earlier above me. It was smoking slightly, then it exploded.

I blacked out before I hit the water.