Pit thoughts came back. Every muscle in his body hurt. How long has he been off world? It felt he had slept for days. He opened his eyes and looked around. He lay on a thin mattress, behind a glass wall. Pit slowly sat up and fell his dizziness. Someone embraced him.

'Oh Pit. I'm so pleased to see you.' It was Kite, who embraced him. She dropped a tear.

'I'm sorry you have done this for me,' sobbed she. Pit swept her tears away.

'I thought they would kill me. I'm afraid.' Kite didn't let him go.

'Don't worry. It's my duty to protect you,' appeased Pit. 'The only thing I have to do now is warn lady Palutena with my lau...Hey where is my laurel crown?' asked Pit and grabbed his hair. His wreath of golden leaves was gone. His symbol of his heroic adventures, gone.

The door in the glass wall went open and two scientists entered the room. Pit stand up and tried to pitch into the scientists, but he was chained at his arms. Kite was also chained.

'You will go with us, angel boy,' said one of the scientists and they unchained Pit. He knew the best option was to obey. It was not the time to resist. If he did, he would be drugged immediately, like his last fight. They took the angel to a room. He let his head hung down when he saw Jack Harrison sitting in a chair.

'Where is your tough talk now, angel?' asked he grimly. Pit said nothing. Fear was taking control over his body.

'Nothing to say? Well, I would like to ask you one thing: can you fly?' Pit remained silent. Jack became mad, grabbed the angel at his throat and pushed him to the wall.

'I SAID, CAN YOU FLY!' said he angry.

'Y...yes,' said Pit and tried to set his neck free. Jack released the angel and Pit dropped to his knees.

'That's everything I wanted to know for now. Was it that difficult?' The scientists tied him up on a table with his winged back upside. Jack grabbed a book and browse through it.

'Count his primary feathers,' ordered Jack. One of the scientist grabbed his left wing and the other counted his feathers one by one. Pit felt far from comfortable.

'Ten. Just like parrots, so which ones?' said a scientist. Which one? What did that mean? Pit got a shiver down his spine. He remembered Kite's wings and startled. Were they clipping his wings?

'Second pair, third pair, fourth pair, seventh pair, eighth pair, tenth pair,' read Jack and Pit's eyes became wide. A scientist grabbed a feather and pulled it out his wing. Even worse, they were not clipping his wings, they were PLUCKING his wings. A dreadful pain shot through his back limbs. Pit made a cry of pain and slapped the plucker with his wings. It was the same feeling if people waxed themselves with Scotch tape. The other scientist tried to keep the angel quiet and crammed a towel in his mouth. A second feather left his wing and Pit made muted noises. Please Palutena, let it stop soon, prayed Pit.

'Amazing. I catch an angel and in no more than two days, I catch another one. I can't wait to call the media. It looks like you angels are carrying beings. Tell me Pit. You must be terribly worried about your girl.' Jack was just nonchalant talking to Pit, whose wings became balder and balder. Between his pain thoughts, he disgusted Jack's way of speaking. Ugh, it's the same way as Hades, thought Pit. The last feather was plucked out his wing and a feeling of relief went through his body.

'So, we have twelve angel feathers. Twenty four if you add the girl's. What are we supposed to do with that?' asked one of the scientists.

'We keep four feathers. One of each wing. We will sell the others. I think people are willing to pay much for an angel feather. Oh, and can you bandage him? He's bleeding.' They untied Pit and he sat up. He had only eight primary feathers left. His feathers were sticky and had blood stains. The scientist bandaged the angel, who was recovering from what just happened. They accompanied him to his prison. Kite gasped when she saw her mentor with bandaged wings. They chained Pit again, threw slices of bread to the angels, shut the door and left.

'You too?' asked Kite and inspected his wings. 'I think in two months they are grown back.' Pit grabbed a slice of bread.

'Here, eat. You are skinny.' Pit gave Kite the slice.

'Thank you, Pit,' said Kite and they looked at each other. Now it strikes me she has beautiful eyes, wait huh, thought Pit. He swept that thought away and ate a slice too. He had really no idea how he could escape. Would he ever go back to Skyworld. Back to Angel Land and Palutena. Thinking about his goddess made him sad. She would be very worried about her general, body guard and especially her son-figure. Kite rubbed her eyes.

'Pit, I'm tired, but I'm afraid to sleep,' said Kite. 'I'm afraid what they will do.'

'You will be fine. I'm here and I will fight for you until I'm not able anymore.' Pit gave a warm smile.

'Okay, thank you,' said Kite and yawned. She closed her eyes and felt asleep against Pit's shoulder.

'Sleep well,' whispered Pit and continued thinking about his home land. He stayed awake the whole night through, guarding his trainee.

Poor Pit and Kite. They FINALLY could fly and then their wings were Plucked off.