Angels

"I'm an angel and I'm here to save you from Hell."

"No. I'm the angel. I'm the one with wings. You can't even fly!" My lip stuck out and I glared up at him.

"Angels do good things. I'm taking you out of the cage. I'm doing a good deed."

She sat in contemplation ant that sentence. Was he really doing good? How did she even get in this cage in the first place? Angels deserve to be free. I guess that's why Jeb was standing outside, and I was inside. Maybe he was right. He really is an angel.