Yellos peoples! Here is chap 3! And no, I don't own MR. That would be crazy/awesomeness.
"You have wings?" I asked.
"Yeah, you wanna see them?" Faith asked, almost hopeful that I'd say yes.
"Sure," I said. She frowned at me.
"You don't talk alot," she said. I shrugged. Then she unfolded her wings. They had mostly black feathers, with white feathers accenting them, making the wings look either black or silvery, depending on the light. "What do you think?" she asked.
"Cool," I said, maintaining my non-talking status and earning a frown from her.
"So what do you have?" she asked.
"Wings like you," I said. She was about to say more, but then the door to the room opened, and Faith quickly collasped, motioning for me to do the same. I closed my eyes, but left them open enough to see. Two whitecoats walked in, and stood in front of Faith.
"Fianally," one said.
"Yes. It's about time we have the set," the other one said. Set? Of what?
"They do look so much alike," whitecoat-creep number 1 said. They were starting to drive me nuts with the vague talking. Just spit it out! I wanted to scream.
"Well of course they do; they are twins, you know," WCN2 said. I was about to break my cover, when WCN1 said "Oh look; the baby isn't breathing. Someone better take it out before it starts to stink up the place." Both whitecoat-creeps thought this was extremely funny, and left. Faith and I both sat up at the same time.
"Did you hear what they were saying?" Faith asked. I nodded.
"Oh my gosh," she said to herself.
"Poor kid," I said. She looked at me.
"Were you not even listening? Set? Twins? Alike?" Faith asked. I realized what she was getting at.
"There is no way..." I said.
"Well who else were they talking about?"
"I don't know... the cat kid or someone," I said.
"Face it Fang: we're twins."
Bum bum BUMMMMMMMM! So what did ya think? Tell me tell me tell me!