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"What's wrong with your mark?" Neferet asked in a sweet musical voice. Something flashed in her eyes that indicated the fact that she was neither sweet nor musical. I decided to do something that I've never dreamed of doing before…but I started ever since I came here.
Playing "dumb blond."
"What's what on my forehead?" I asked in what hopefully was confusion. "It's a mark, right? You know, that moon shaped blue thing?" I widened my eyes and attempted an Angel.
Neferet narrowed her eyes slightly, and then deemed that I was innocent. Dummy. "It's just your mark." She marveled. "It has wings." I pulled on my WTF expression and dashed towards the bathroom. Staring in the mirror, I saw my beautiful wings in blue ink adorning my mark…again.
"My mark has wings!" I screeched as if I won the lottery. "Oh my god! My mark has wings! This is so awesome!!!" Neferet chucked and shook her head.
"There's no need to get too excited." She said sternly. "Nyx has marked you in a special way." Just like the lab created me "in a special way." But I played along and nodded crazily, like Nudge.
"Do you think I'll be able to fly?" Been there, done that. A lot. "Or zap people with my eyes?" No thank you…Iggy would just love that though. "Or read minds?" Hey, no need for another Angel. "Or make magic potions?" I babbled in rapid fire.
"I'm not sure." Neferet mused. "Probably not, but maybe so. We'll keep a close eye on you, Maximum Ride." I bit back a growl. She sounded like a whitecoat. Except that whitecoats might call you specimen 0001 or something.
"Okay! Tell me if you figure anything out!" I grinned as Neferet waltzed out the door. Her footsteps faded until even my genetically enhanced ears couldn't hear her anymore.
"Never knew you could act." Aphrodite said, almost without sneering.
"Never knew that shirts were made that small." I countered, without thinking. Okay, so comebacks are natural from bugging whitecoats all your life.
A small bell sound beeped or rang or whatever and Zoey rummaged through her purse. "That's not a bomb or anything?" I asked hesitantly, hoping that Iggy hadn't sold Zoey one of his new inventions.
"Why the hell would it be a bomb?" Aphrodite asked. "It's her cell." As in body cell? Or cell phone…yeah, it's her cell phone.
"It's a text from Stevie Rae." Zoey muttered. "She needs more blood."
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