Promises

Song: Downton Abbey - The Suite by The Chamber Orchestra of London

(A/N: I'm addicted to this show, Downton Abbey.)

Angel

I unfolded my wings for the company. Their mouths didn't open in shock. They smiled in unison; a terrible harmony to which I played a note.

"Yes, very nice." one crooned. I raised my chin higher.

"I'll be expecting others like me."

"Certainly; we've got plenty." the leader of the IWAR, or Illegal Weapon Alliance of Russia answered. Conincidentally, the initials spelled out iWar. But the time for jokes was over. I shifted as another world power made another question. "Are there others like you from America?"

I would've loved to say yes truthfully. "No, just me."

The German leader grinned, revealing a line of crooked yellow teeth.

"Excellent. Shall we move you to your rooms?" he asked. I nodded. He clapped, and twin armored guards took me by my arms and drug me. They pushed me down a hall and into a steel room. Rusted bolts lined the wall, and I noticed that several emaciated bodies were already crumpled in various positions around the room.

"Wait!" I cried, but to no avail. The door slammed shut behind me. I backed into a corner, only to find it occupied by another person. Her blond hair laid in a filthy layer down to her feet, where it was wound through her toes. I looked up into her eyes. Both were wide and innocent, but were as black as coal. The others in the room began to rise and inspect me. Quickly, I counted five pairs of wings. A boy, seeing my clearly clean state, rushed forward.

"Do you know anything of babies?" he asked frantically. I nodded. I knew a little. He shoved a child into my arms. I was thirteen, so I supported the kid gently. It was a little girl with black-lashed brown eyes and little baby wings on her back. The misfit group at once exchanged thoughts with me. Through my mind.

Hi, I'm Tabitha. One said, reflecting the nod given by the corner girl.

I'm Nate. One tall, light boy said. He reminded me of Iggy.

The others didn't speak.

"We're the Misfits." Nate said. I noticed that his blue eyes held the same milky cloud that Iggy's had.

"You know others?" Tabitha squealed. She had read my mind.

"Yeah." I said. Thoughts raced through my head. Nate's eyes lit up.

"I don't believe this, T." he said, mystified. Tabitha cocked her head to one side.

"What?" I inquired for her. She grimaced.

"You...you knew my Dad."

(Should I continue? Decisions can only be made in reviews!)