Angel in training

Chapter 1 New wings

She lay on the table stomach down. The cool metal soothed her high fever. Her lower arms, upper thighs, and lower thighs are buckled down to the table, to help her from moving as much. Her back burned. She bit her lip to hold in her screams. Her black hair stuck to her face, which was covered in sweat. She heard faint voices talking. Her mind was racing and couldn't make out anything.

She felt little pops and crunches in her back. Her fingers tightened, her knuckles turning white. She sank her teeth into her lip. Blood slowly flowed out of her fresh wound. Someone grabbed her jaw and applied pressure. Her jaw opened automatically. She let out a whimper. The person placed a piece of cloth in her mouth. "Bite on that. It will hurt when they first come out. It will take time getting use to them but it shouldn't take long." The voice was male and spoke with no heart for the pain she was currently going threw.

After he finished his last sentence the popping in her back got worse. A tear fell from her eyes as a pair of white wings sprouted from her back. She bite threw her cloth grinding her teeth together. She felt a warm liquid drip on her back. Her eyes had been tightly closed but now opened as she felt the warm liquid fall in a stead pace on her back. She starred up at her wings out of the corner of her eyes. They were coated in blood, her blood.

"Don't worry the pain should pass soon." A new voice soothed her and calmed her. A cool hand ran across her back. She welcomed the coldness until it went father down then she wished. There wasn't much that she could do to stop him but the other male spoke up. "Stop touching her. She's lower." He may have spoke up for her but he did it rudely. The cool hand ran back up her back and to the place where her wings meet her back.

The hand extended and ran across her wings. She flinched feeling a pain go down to her back. Her wing moved slight as she thought about moving them to make her comfortable. "You'll get use to them soon. They should get strong and won't be as sensitive as now. It will take time and practice to use them but don't worry one of us will teach you." His voice calmed her again.

She heard the clanking of metal together. She felt the little but noticeable weight of the buckles being removed. A blanket was held in front of her. "I'll get you new clothes and we will discuss what's happening." She sat up and the man wrapped a blanket around her. His hair was golden blonde, his eyes icy blue. He wore a white shirt that buttoned up. His pants a light tan and baggy. He smiled showing a little bit of his white teeth. "I'll be back." He began for the door. "Don't kill her Micheal. We need her."

She watched him leave. The door closing after him. She slowly turned back to the man named Micheal. She watched him nervously. He had red hair that reminds her of fire. He wore tight leather pants and no shirt. He had a tattoo of a dragon, the head started from his cheek and ran down to his chest and ended. She looked at his eyes. She stared into his eyes in awe. They were golden. His eyes were filled with anger, pure hatred.