Fallen Angels ((UNEDITED))

Chapter Eight

"Welcome to a new kind of tension.
All across the alienation.
Where everything isn't meant to be okay.
Television dreams of tomorrow.
We're not the ones who're meant to follow.
For that's enough to argue."
Green Day, American Idiot
"American Idiot"

Peter stared up at Jocelyn. Was this the same woman who was my mother? No, no it can't be. She's dead. She's been dead for almost ten years. Peter racked his brain, trying to find a logical answer. It just didn't make sense. It didn't add up.

"Jocelyn?" He repeated.

"Yes, that's my name." She replied, sitting down on the edge of Peter's bed. "Why?"

"You remind me of someone. That's all." Jocelyn nodded, the man who had been in the room before returned and handed Jocelyn two light pink pills.

"Thank you, John, that'll be all." The newly named John left. Jocelyn stood, she walked over to the small sink in the room and filled a small cup of water. "Take these." She ordered.

Peter sat up a little more so that he wouldn't spill water all over himself. He winced in pain and gritted his teeth.

"Will it help?" He asked and looked up at her.

"I don't see why it wouldn't. You appear to be in a good deal of pain, so it should help it subside." She inferred from the observation of the look he had made. Peter let her drop the pills into his hand and hand him water. He was weary to accept but downed it in one gulp.

"Yeah." Peter replied. He was trying to be his kindest for he didn't want to get on these strange people's bad sides, from his earlier experience, this idea sounded better than acting rude.

"You're a very strange boy, you know." Jocelyn remarked. Peter made a confused face.

"I am?"

"Well you've got wings!" She replied with a slight laugh.

"Yeah, I suppose I do." Jocelyn shrugged as he furrowed his brow. He didn't understand why she was bringing this up.

"I hope you know why you're here." Peter gave her a look of annoyance.

"Well I do not." Jocelyn raised an eyebrow but gave no further answer. "Are you going to explain?" Peter asked.

"Yes, of course. Well, you're different and could be a danger to society so we were, um, we were told to find you and to uh-" she swallowed abruptly. "Understand you." She raised an eyebrow at herself, trying to determine if that was a very good explanation.

Now it was Peter's turn to raise a dubious eyebrow.

"Understand me?" He said asking for clarification.

"We know there will be more different types of species so it's our job to get an understanding of who we're dealing with. You, well, I hate to say it, but you were an experiment. And it worked out. I suppose. But then you were given to a family so you could live normally. But that didn't quite work out."

"What do you mean?"

"Well your parent passed away in a car crash and the man who took you up was an agent for some sort of agency, which we are still trying to figure out. Um he's gone now too."

"How do you know all this?"

"I was your mother."

"No you're not. My mom died. She died in a car accident, you just said so yourself."

"Your dad died, I said parent not parents. I lived but thought it was best to let you live on your own so I left and became a scientist for this organization after I realized what a mistake I had made with you."