Freud and Mike the Horse-headed Man
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There was too much noise.
Everywhere, there were too many children laughing, screaming, and talking. The volume was just too much. He liked silence, peace, solitude. Being alone would provide that, but there was no where that he could go to be by himself without incessant sound. The school was on an unofficial lockdown, as there had been several severe threats the last few weeks, and everyone at the mansion was a bit frazzled. All the emergency exits had mysteriously disappeared and the Professor had created a psychic link on all the walls that surrounded the school, like an invisible dog fence, only for humans. Parents weren't allowed o pick up their kids either, although most of them wouldn't even if they were able to, and all of the phones were being monitored.
No way to get out. And no way to get back in if the need arose. Or if he ever wanted to eat again.
Everyone was stuck, but no one seemed to be bothered by it except for him.
He wanted to burn the whole place to the ground and fly away.
Hell, even just going for a little soar or two would be nice, his only company the wind, but all of the students who were able to fly now had restricted times, and even those were with Storm. Angel sighed. Sometimes, not being able to fly felt like a cage.
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I likeee Angel.
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