I wake up to find that I'm alone again in my room. I almost don't want to get up, but the will to see my dad is stronger, so I sit up. I notice my old shirt and jeans at the edge of my bed, folded up all nice and neat. It was weird that I wouldn't be in an oversized white shirt and pajama pants, or the white shirt-red shorts and suspenders combination. I put most of it on easily, but then I try putting on the shirt and it was a hassle to tuck my wings under the shirt. Eventually I manage to finish getting dressed, leaving my room shortly after.
It was a long walk before I realized I didn't know where anyone was. The first thought that came to mind was to run around the halls squawking like a bird, but I disregard the idea for being completely stupid. The second idea was to see if they were in the study, so I check there only to once again find no one.
I notice that the clock reads 4:13 and give up the search. No sane person would be up this early except me, but I fell asleep early. The room was dimmed but not dark, the perfect amount of light to look around at the assorted books. The search for something to read was also given up when I discovered that the books were mainly stories I've already read and in languages I didn't know in the slightest.
I did find a fake mustash and tan but splotched with black ink hat, quickly putting on the two before pretending to be a detective. I gave up being a detective and started pretending I was a comedian. I stopped being a comedian and started pretending to be a kid with a magical mustash. I quickly grew bored and passed out on the desk.
When I next woke up I found that I suddenly had a pillow under my head and a blanket over me, but other than that I still was the same. I sit up, noticing the note on the chair. It said to follow the path drawn on it and I took my mini map with me.
The halls were more complicated than I originally thought, but I reached the correct room according to the map. The first thing I notice when I open the door was my dad waiting for me, then the Batterwitch, then that the room seemed to be for watching movies. "Hey dad, what are we doing?"
"You seem to get tired really easily, so I thought that we could watch movies today." Dad held up Con Air, Ghostbusters, and Ghost Rider.
"Really?" I am so excited for movie night, or rather movie day. As soon as the movie started up I calm down so I was actually watching it. As much as I loved these movies, I ended up falling asleep during the credits to Con Air.
Next time I wake up is back in my room. Was it all a dream? The note on my desk says other wise. Actually, could I turn back yet? I focused, and even though it was draining I slowly edged into the form I remembered. Not some feathery glowing angel, but a almost completely normal, plain old boy. I was exhausted, but it meant it only took six days for me instead of seven. The Batterwitch may have experimented on angels, but none of them made it far enough for her to know for sure what the healing time was.

As soon as I hear someone coming I change back, feeling slightly more energetic than my regular form but still tired. The door opens and in walks the Batterwitch. "Hello John, how are you doing today? You're awake a little earlier today."

"It's day six right? I'm probably almost back to normal."

"That's good to hear. Come on, your dad is waiting for you." She motioned for me to follow her out the door, but I was worried. What if she saw through my act? "What's wrong? Don't you trust me?"

"Not in the slightest."

"Read the note your dad left then. It's the same place I'm leading you to." She waited patiently as I grabbed the note and read over it. "We are going to the dining room. What does the paper say?"

"Dining room."

"There, now let's go." She motioned for me to follow.

"Why did you come to show me where it is?"

"Fine, I wanted to see your progress so far first."

"How would you test that?"

"With energy currents."

"Wait, can you explain a little more?"

"Basically I'm running electric currents through you via electrodes. They won't hurt you in your angel form from what I know, but they will give me a reading."

The game is up. "How do you know they don't hurt?"

"Because like all my other tests, the angels didn't show any signs of pain. I found no damage either, which is why I believe it won't hurt."

"How many angels have you experimented on?!"

"I've lost count. I'm sure I can look up the number of files if I wanted to, but it's better off not doing that. The point is that since you made it I can now continue on without much worry to whether it will kill you or not." I fell back on my bed, not wanting to cooperate. If she wanted to do that she could come get me. Seeing as how I wasn't exactly in my most powerful of states she did manage to carry me over her shoulder. As her steps went further and further down the hall, I became more and more anxious.

"I'm healed! I'm fine, alright? Just please don't zap me or shock me or anything else your crazy mind comes up with!" I try squirming out of this woman's grip, but she is really strong. "You are a lot stronger than I had hoped."

"Comes from working with angels and monsters." She pivoted, walking towards the dining room now instead wherever she was headed. "Turn back into your human form."

I could only comply, turning back into my usual self. It was so strange after being in angel form for a week, and once my dad saw me he would head home and leave me in the hands of the Batterwitch to do with me as she pleased. I was completely defenseless against her, couldn't get help from anywhere except Miss Paint, and was trapped here as a living battery until Miss Paint got the codes so me and my friends could escape or I died.

"John? John, what's wrong?"

"I don't want to be a battery."

"This is really important."

"How important?! Important enough to use your family as a living power source? Important enough to lie to so many people? Important enough to put some you claim to care about's life at stake?!"

"Yes, that important."

"Unless it's the end of the world or civilization as we know it, I really want to know what is so important that I'm being forced through all th-this!"

"Stop crying please. We can't see your father with you crying like this."

"I d-don't car-re! I don't-t want to b-be a batter-ry!"

"Shhhhhhhhh," she started stroking my hair slowly after moving how she held me to be in more of a way someone would hold a little kid. "John, everything will be okay. I promise."