Sorry for not posting earlier guys... School sucks sometimes :P

Anyway I noticed how some of the readers added my story to their alert lists (which I'm grateful of- THANK U), but they never left a reviewww (except for RandomPerson- THANKS A LOT :DD)

So, R&R and I'll be posting chapter 3 tomorrow or the day after (I HAVE 3 DAYS OFF YAAAAAAAY)

Until then, cya!

Chapter 2

ANGEL

The headaches were slowly fading away- thank god, I felt like I could stay like this forever. The soft sheets, cozy pillows were enough to draw a moan of pure happiness from me. But wait... Why am I on a bed? I slowly recalled the events that happened last night.. Bit by bit...

"Get ready to transport subject 7" a voice, an actual human voice, besides the constant jabbering of the robotic-angel-you-are-so-special-voice, ordered. "but ma'am doesn't it need a harness or a cage-?" "not necessary, she's in a deep coma state, now move it." I could have stood up right then and punched the lights out of those two, but I didn't. Instead, I waited, savoring the refreshing sensations of my body. It had been who knows how long since I could actually hear myself breathing, without the pains of a thousand needles piercing all over my body. It was bliss.

So when I noticed that I was in a moving vehicle, I slowly opened my eyes. It was pretty dark, but it was so weird being able to see again after such a long period of time being scooped up in my own body. It looked like the back of a van- I doubted I could open the doors, so instead I decided to spring out and fly as fast as I could as soon as they opened it for me. Now for the most terrifying part. I grimaced, taking a big breath of stale air, I looked down at my own body- bracing myself to see tentacles, claws or whatever those freaks had done to me...

Nothing.

I blinked. That couldn't be true! I knew something was off; the way I had trouble standing up, the way how I felt heavier than before- then it came to me. "I've… grown!" I whispered in awe. Running my hands carefully across my own body, I nearly laughed out loud. This wasn't that bad, not bad at all! I mean, compared to my crazy imagination of what I'd look like when I finally woke up, this was basically nothing!

I just hoped Max would recognize me though... And that she wouldn't get jealous of my huge boobs haha! It sure did look like I was past puberty- I mean, I always wanted to grow up to be curvy but whoa, I must be like 24? 25 maybe? I needed to grab a mirror as soon as I get out of here.

Another thing I noticed: my mind powers were gone. Well, not entirely, I could feel that there were two erasers in the front, but I could only get glimpses of their thoughts, and I couldn't control them like I used to. Huh. Well I never wanted to be a mind-controlling freak in the first place.

Just how long is it going to take for these goons to open the damn door! I mentally groaned. Then an idea came to me. Seeing how I'm an experiment... I had to be important... Sort of. And then I heard one of the Eraser's thoughts 'oh crap gotta go take a piss... Man, but we need to get there asap, ah shi*-' so being the good girl I am, I gave them an excuse to stop: I screamed at the top of my lungs.

I screamed, and it came out more high pitched than I had imagined, I have to say, I was surprised myself. I pretended to scream out in agony, even gving a few hits to the van wall as a more dramatic effect.

"what the fu*k?" "I'll check the perimeter!" the earlier Eraser squeaked as the van swerved sharply to the right and stopped. I could hear the other one franticly trying to open the door. I kept screaming- and just as the door cracked open- I lashed out as hard as I could. The Eraser didn't stand a chance. "ooh that felt so good." I grinned. It was dark, probably midnight or something, and I saw the other Eraser returning from his potty break. I whirled around, and snapped opened my wings- and nearly fainted. The pain was unimaginable, it was like I was back in the school again, I literally screamed unintentionally, this time it was real. I fell, clawing at my back and tears freely flowing down my cheeks. "hey! What the-" the Eraser was nearly on me, and choking back screams of utter agony, I pulled back my wings, and began to half limp/run towards what I thought was a forest- only later did I realize it was a public park.

I was still running, the pain had subsided drastically the moment I pulled my wings in, but there were still occasional spasms of these piercing sensation that made me stop and take deep breaths. There were more Erasers on me- I could hear them; growling and running frantically. I knew I'd get caught unless I do a U&A. What should I do? Do I dare open my wings again? If that wall of pain hits me again, I'd be a sitting duck for them to pick up- wham! "oof!" my momentum was the only thing that saved us. Me and the stranger went tumbling into the bush just as the Erasers ran in to the clearing. And of course, that's when another wave of fresh pain rolled all over my back. I gritted my teeth to stop myself from screaming. The stranger was about to say something, so I slapped his mouth shut. His eyes widened. Then he noticed that I was crying, and was snatched out of the bush just as fast. I heard a loud thump along with the boy's groan. A pair of rough hands grabbedmy neck before I could prepare myself. Damn Erasers and their stupid sense of smell!

After that I remember fighting for my life, if it was Max who was in my place, she'd have sent the eight Erasers running for their sorry hides, but unfortunately I wasn't exactly a good fighter, and soon enough, I was on the ground being kicked and punched at. Pain was almost like second nature to me at that point, but I still couldn't help my vision blurring after one hit after another. I than witnessed the most epic moment of my 7 year old life: a human, an ordinary human, tackled my attacker to the ground. He must've beaten the crap out of the Eraser because the one who had been kicking me quickly went to his companion's aid.

It gave me a moment to gather myself. Do I run? But judging from the pathetic yelps emitting somewhere above me, the boy was probably on the losing side. I groaned, but forced myself to stand up. He was pinned to a tree, a trail of blood running down his cut lips. I slammed the palms of my hand directly over the attacking Eraser's ears. He screamed as his eardrums blew up. "you okay?" I could feel myself passing away, and I was pretty embarrassed at myself because the last thing I thought as the stranger caught me in his warm arms, was that, I could get used to this.

I slowly opened my eyes. The bright rays of sunlight escaped through the curtains. This was definitely not the school. Rolling over, I took a deep, shuddering breath. I was alive. Alive and well actually. Although I was in a complete stranger's house, I felt comfortable. As if I could trust the boy who I don't even know what his name is. Huh. I got up, deciding to check on the boy- he was awfully quiet.

I found a leg sticking out behind the couch- which I figured was the boy's since it had the same gym shorts I saw the boy wearing yesterday. I walked towards him, sheesh, isn't he worried about me like, at all? I stopped dead in my tracks. The boy was drop dead gorgeous. He had long dark brown hair that rested slightly above his eyebrows, his skin was fair and slightly tanned. The black spot right under his right eye was pretty cute too. But he looked like he was knocked out cold... Then I remembered how he fought against TWO erasers at once. I'm an Avian American hybrid so, 2 Erasers would have been easy to handle- but for a normal teenager to stand up to them like that... I couldn't help feeling guilty.

I winced as I noticed his injuries. He had a large gash running horizontally from his left arm to his right hip, while dried blood splattered along the rims of the injury. He wouldn't be wearing that t shirt anymore. He had quite a bruise around his neck, a deep shade of dark purple. Minor cuts and bruises covered his face, arms and legs. I glanced down at my own legs- well, that was the same for me.

I silently thanked the person for his kindness- I couldn't stay, not for his sake. Erasers would be swarming all over us soon enough. I was about to leave right then, but I suddenly felt the urge to reach out with my right hand, almost cautiously cupping the sleeping boy's left cheek gently. His skin was smooth and warm against my fingers, his breath tickling my wrist ever so softly.

The touch was enough to wake him up. "wha-?" he blinked a couple of times as I blinked myself. What on earth did I just do? Realization hit me like a splash of cold water. Did I just... Caress him? Eew! I was only seven! This was something Max and Fang would do, rather than a seven year old leader wannabe.

"...?" he raised a brow- realization slowly dawning on his face, he shot into a sitting position, alarmed "... Hi." I said abruptly. AWKWARD. "oh- er- yeah, hi.." did I mention how awkward it was? "I was just-" I started, trying to come up with an appropriate excuse for what I just did when- "whoa! Wait- what time is it?" he suddenly blurted out, eyes widening in panic. "er... 7:42?" I answered after a quick look at the clock behind him. "oh my lord." he jumped out of the couch, literally running/limping for the bathroom. I stood there, quite still, wondering what had just happened.

A quiet smile played on the corners of my lips. Believe it or not, I somehow felt I could trust him... For once, after I was separated from Max, I felt safe.