"So, what did you wanna ask me about?" Dr. Granner asked, a smile on her face that read 'Get me out of this room, alone with this girl.'

"Actually, I don't want to ask you anything about being a doctor, or anything like that." Angel said, giving her little six **cough**seven**cough** year old smiled, and batting her eyelashes, being all cute.

"Huh?" Stupid kid tricked me! That stupid cute little blond brat!

"Hahaha! Your thoughts are so funny. Thanks for including cute." Angel grinned and looked at her. "But anyway, back to the point." Angel crossed her arms. "Sit down." she said, smiling.

"Hmm." Dr. Granner frowned, but sat down, her muscles tense.

"Okay, I wanted to talk about what you were murmuring and thinking earlier." Angel said, frowning. "You were saying that we were crazy, and that you thought that we were making some master plan to kill you or something completely outrageous like that. We would never try to kill the one that's saving our Max. And how are we crazy when we didn't choose to be this way?"

"But--" Dr. Granner started.

"No, shut up and listen." Angel said, in a tone that was not Angel. She sounded really mad. Totally un-Angel like. "It is not any of our faults that we have wings, and if you want me to go into deep details, all the way down to the descriptions of the other experiments and their thoughts, I will. The ones that died. Don't say that we are crazy, because I bet if we put wings on you, and locked you in the School for six years, you wouldn't survive. You'd end up killing yourself. And you know it." Angel nearly hissed, her voice and expression not matching her usual self at all. "And If we put you in our place now, you'd been so depressed that you would end up starving yourself from loss of apatite.

"Then you say that we are evil. How is any of what we have done evil? Fang was protecting the Flock, killing Max II, and then we saved Max, and Nudge got kidnapped and now we are getting Max doctored back to health so we can save her. You don't know what they do to us when we get taken back there. They experiment on us, like we're lab rats. You're a doctor, you know what they do to those poor rats. And they hurt us if we disobey. And if we keep being a rebel they'll do much worse things. Some that I will not say, ever.

"And what do we get for being tortured through all of this? More pain and suffering of the rejection of people like you. We get free, and then we still have to hide from people like you. Do you know how much it hurts to hide our wings all the time? No, you don't. It feels like someone holding your arms at a weird angle that slowly begins to burn until it burns, then turns into agonizing pain. But we deal with it. Just so we can save ourselves from people like you."

"Well--" Dr. Granner started again.

"I said shut up!" Angel hissed. "I wish that you could live a day in my shows. Or Nudge's. How knows what they are doing to her. You know, when I was kidnapped about a year ago, they locked me in a cage about the size of a medium sized dog. And then when I was in there, they would come and poke at me, just for fun, and they would say things like 'Look at it. Oh, my, it's moving.' and many other cruel things. Then the place itself smelt of dead flesh, and dying experiments. And the experiments would be thinking thing that were very.... sad and depressing, and I had to hear them. Then the actual experiments..... They would make me wear a collar that would shock me if I stopped running, because they wanted to see how fast I could get through mazes and stuff. And then they made me run on a tredmeal, to see how far I could run before getting tired out. And that was everyday. Then they had their little matto; You Fly, You Die. If we were caught trying to fly, they would hurt us... badly." Angel murmured, trying not to cry, recalling such things.

"I'm sorry..." Dr. Granner said.

"You aren't sorry. You just know that you wouldn't survive, and you're saying that to get me to stop. You forget. I have an open book of you right in front of me. I'm not as stupid as you may think I am. Yes, I'm only seven, but I know that I'm smarter then half the world, and probably more powerful then at least 99 percent of the population on Earth. I could become evil if I wanted to. Trust me, I would win. And if you wanna see evil, I can show you evil. Got it, Dr. Granner?" Angel pronounced Dr. Granner's name very strongly, her eyes flaring with pure anger.

"Uhh... Got it." Dr. Granner said, shaking in her seat on Angel's bed. She didn't doubt that Angel could be evil and do a good job, and now that she saw that side of her, Dr. Granner wasn't sure she wanted to ever think around her again.

"Good. That means I've done my job. You ever think that me, or My Flock is crazy or evil, and I will show you crazy and evil." Angel said. Her face went from a serious look to a smile that brighten the room. "Now, let's go see how Max is doing." Angel said, skipping out of the room, her blond curls waving after her.

Dr. Granner frowned. That girl is so odd. One moment she looks like she will kill you and the next moment she looks like the innocent 7 year old that she's supposed to be. She thought, as she followed Angel, not worried at all if she heard her, because that seamed to be what Angel wanted to hear.