Broken Angel: Well, no one answered the poll. So, as such, I decided
to do something on my own, since I finally had some inspiration for
what to do.

Stell: And what's that?

BA: You'll have to see. Stell, say the disclaimer.

Stell: But I want to know what's going to happen!

BA: You'll find out in a minute, kid. So just say the disclaimer.

Stell: Ok...Broken Angel doesn't own YYH.

BA: Wrong disclaimer. Jeez, this week everyone's off.

Stell: OH!!! Woops. Eh, Broken Angel doesn't own GW.

BA: Good! Now on with it!

Stell: Aren't you going to cry or laugh or something?

BA: No. Let's just get on with it now.

Stell: Ah, the silent griever.

BA: Just shut up, so we can get on with the story!

Stell: Oh, so it's not the silent griever, just an aggressive one.

BA: I'm not playing this game.

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Where am I?

I look around me, I'm in a bed with four posts, and a canopy, and thin white lace curtains are hanging from the canopy. I move aside the curtains in my view, and scan the room, it has a desk to my left, and two dressers, one with a mirror on it at the foot of the bed, on the right side of the bed, the other with a window above it, and there's a window above the head of the bed. The door is between the dresser with a mirror and the desk, seeming to be in the corner.

I hear noises, coming from what is probably the hall. I lay back down, and pretend to be asleep. I hear someone come in, it's not one of the pilots, the pound of their footsteps tells me that. I hear them unzipping something, what are they unzipping?

I feel a prick in my forearm, they're drawing blood!

NO! I won't let them do that!

Sitting up, I break the needle into my arm; all the person has received of my blood is enough for one test. As if they'll get to use it, opening my eyes, I slap the syringe out of her hands, she screamed in response to all of my actions.

She's a pretty woman with blond hair, and brown eyes, but she seems Asian in appearance other than that. Must be mixed.

One of the pilots came in, are the other pilots here as well?

The one to come in is Quatre Winner. He looks at the bit of blood on my bed from where the syringe was smashed against a bedpost. I, as the woman is explaining what happened, am pulling out the needle embedded in my flesh, it decided to get stuck.

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After Sally explained what happened, I look at Angel. She's trying to get the needle out of her arm!

I hurry to try and stop her. She slaps my hands aside, and looks at me, her eyes filled with distrust, still as a deer about to be run over. I look into her mind, trying to find out what's going on.

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A small little girl, with black wings, struggles against her restraints, as she sits in a metal chair, surrounded by medical equipment. A doctor comes near her, holding a needle, attached to a plastic bag, it looked like he was going to collect the little girls blood for Red Cross. She was too young for that, and definitely too small.

She struggles more, as the doctor tries to find a vain to pierce in her arm, tears streaking down her face as the doctor pokes and prods the girl. "STOP!!! PLEASE!!! NO MORE!!! PLEASE, NO MORE TESTS!!! DON'T YOU HAVE ENOUGH!!! PLEASE!!! STOP!!!" The doctor finds a vain, and as the blood leaves the little girl, her cries grow dimmer and dimmer until she faints from the lose. "Please... stop... please ...no...more, no more...please...don't...plea-"

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Oh, Allah, what is this? This can't be a memory. No one could do that. Not to a little girl.

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The girl now seeming younger, with out her wings, is trying to get away from a different doctor, a woman now. "No! I don't want to be an angel! I want my mommy! I want to see my brother! And my sissy! And my Daddy! I want my mommy!"

"Come on, sweetie. If you become an angel, you might see them again one day." A different doctor came in, a man, the same on as the one who had drawn her blood. He chased after the girl a moment, then catching her, and holding her in one arm.

"Stop telling her lies, woman. She'll never see them again. They're dead! You hear that Angel! They're dead, now come on. It's time for you to become your name sake." He carried her down a hall, to a large room filled with computers, and medical supplies, and all the like.

"NO! YOU'RE LYING! YOU'RE A LIAR! LIAR! LIAR! MY MOMMY WILL HELP ME! SHE'LL COME AND TAKE ME AWAY FROM YOU! SHE'LL TAKE ME AWAY!"

The man had now set her down, she was still screaming about things that could never happen. "MY MOMMY WILL TAKE ME AW-" The man had slapped her. She fell to the floor.

"Dr. L! You don't have to be a brute! She'll respond to kind care much better than being slapped around!"

"And let her become weak with useless emotions! I think not!" The little girl, Angel, now sits up, holding her cheek, crying. Shoulders heaving, as sobs racked her body.

"Mommy. Where are you? Mommy?" She remained on the floor, her tears seeming to be as large as her innocent eyes.

"Shut up! Your "Mommy" is not coming. She's dead. Now get in the tank." He pointed to a large tank.

"NO!" She backed away from him, and the tank. The other doctor, the woman, just stood to the side doing nothing.

"Do as I say you little whelp!"

"NO!" She backed away more as he moved closer to her, taking her by the arms, and pulling her, struggling into the tank.

He finally after five minutes, had gotten her into the tank. He went to a computer, and started typing. "Just a little DNA configuration, and manipulation, as well as fusion, and she'll be perfect." The woman looked on, with tears in her eyes as the tank filled with a thick, yet breathable, liquid, and various needles came near the little girl. Listening to the little girls please for her mother.

"MOMMY! MOMMY! HELP ME! MOMMY!!! I DON'T WANT TO DIE, MOMMY!!! HELP ME, MOMMY!!! MOMMY!!!" She continued to scream for her mother until the liquid covered her mouth and nose, she held her breath until she passed out from lack of oxygen.

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I feel that he's already gotten to two of my memories. I've just cut off his ability to read my mind specifically. I mentally punch him, so that he'll have a hell of a headache for a few hours. My past is my own, no one else's, they aren't for exhibition.

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Broken Angel: My, my. What have I gotten into now. How am I going
to continue this? If anyone has an idea, please review, and tell it
to me!

Stell: R&R, people!

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Sorry to my loyal readers who have been waiting for this update. My
computer's been wacky, and every time I tried to update, the chapter
was unreadable.