A/N Yay! Next chapter! This story is starting to turn into one of my favs. Hope you like!
Olay!
Angel II soared through the sky, scanning the dark underbrush for 'the Flock', her sickeningly yellow hair flowing smoothly in the breeze. She hated this form. She hated the shining baby face. She hated the pure white wings, wings that she would have happily torn out and stomped on if she could. She hated that she was so small, without the dizziest chance of growing. Ever. She hated that her only purpose was to bring a bunch of experiments to the School. She wouldn't be surprised if she were zapped has soon as they were there. After all, she was recyclable goods.
She skimmed the occasional gapes spotting the vast forest, her extended vision allowing her to count every speck of dirt on the ground. She had been flying for hours, and she was getting wary. She wasn't tired, not in the least. She could easily fly from Antartica and back without breaking a sweat. It was the plain country, the never ending forest, the uneventful skies. She wanted to fight, train. She would've been happy to be sent to kill the experiments, not to deliver them. She was a highly advanced, trained cone, not a messenger.
"Angel!" came a call from below, a call a normal person wouldn't have picked up, but her bat like hearing could hear as though it were shouted three inches from her ear.
She looked down and saw a dark figure, running through the forest. She groaned inwardly, putting on the best scared six year old face she could muster, and swiveled around, tucking her wings in and free falling towards the boy.
She found herself flinging into him, sending him stumbling back.
(A/N okay, I'm lazy, so let's skip to when she's telling him about Max. Ay?)
"Where's Max." he stated more then asked. Angel II kept urging the tears to flow. Anything to get them there. Anything to get them there. She thought to herself.
"She's at the school. We have to save her."
A/N oh my, that was rather pointless wasn't it? Oh well, get over it. I have a report to finish.
Aww, don't be sad, I still love ya.
Xoxoxoxo
The Chosen One (Oooh, penname potential?)
