Eight year old Maximum Ride heard the white coats voices coming towards her cage.
"Gazzy, wake up baby." She whispered to the two year old boy in the small dog crate next to her. His blue eyes flew open, but he stayed silent, knowing from experience that sometimes if you keep quiet the white coats won't notice you. Suddenly, a basket was set down in front of them. Inside was a small baby girl with curly golden hair, a white and pink dress, and small white wings.
"This, my little mutants, is our newest arrival, subject eleven." Said one of the white coats. To the man next to him he added, "She's that one's sister." he jabbed a finger at the Gasman. As the white coats talked little Gazzy looked up at me.
"Sister?" he asked.
"Yes, Gazzy, I guess that's your little sister." Max answered with a slightly puzzled look on her face.
"She looks like angel." The Gasman said.
"She looks like an angel? Yeah, I guess she does." Max looked into the little basket."Hmm…I like it. Let's call her Angel. It's much prettier that 'subject eleven'". All of the sudden the little baby girl opened her eyes, they where big, blue, and innocent, just like little Gazzy's.
"Hello Angel, welcome to your new life."
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Edit AN: okay so I wrote this awhile ago so I just came in and fixed the formatting and made a few changes. I'm changing this into a three shot so bear with me. Also I know this one isn't the best writing, but I'm hoping the next one will be better. Thanks for reading
