The Freak and The Angel

Chapter 1 :The Angel Project (origin)

"Come here, Angel, come sit. Let's test those healing abilities, shall we?" Papa said, so gently, as he waves a young girl into the room. She nods as she moves to the seat, waiting for her by a table. There was something large and square, covered by a sheet, waiting on the table she is seated in front of. Papa removes the covering, revealing a tiny kitten in a cage.
She smiles happily at the tiny animal, then to Papa. The look on his face makes  her smile quickly fade away. She shakes her head, refusing to do anything that would hurt the kitten. She loves love animals. She would never and will never hurt anyone or anything. It's not in her nature.  She was born to heal and revive, not to hurt and kill.

"No. "

"What do you mean 'No' Angel? " He glares at the young girl harshly. His voice almost a growl. She flinch at his outburst, scared of what will happen if she refuses to do what he says.

"I will not hurt it, Papa. You can not make me hurt a baby!" She slams her hands on the table as she quickly stands.

"You won't hurt it for long, Angel. We just want you to practice your ability for healing and reviving." Papa says to her in an eerily calm voice, gesturing to the men that flank his sides. They each hpld a taser, ready to shock he into submission.

"Why can I not practice in the medical ward? Why must I be the one to cause the pain? I will not do it!" She screams at him, shaking her head furiously. She didn't notice his nod to the men who harshly hooked her by my arms, each of hers in one of theirs. She kicks and flails, trying to get free. The men each use their "free" hand to tase her. She lets out a blood curdling scream and fights against them the best she can, but they hold on tight, shocking her until she fell unconscious, and then a bit more for good measure.

They drag her limp body out of the room and down the hall before throwing her into her room, which is more of a prison cell. Her body slams hard against the cement floor with a sickening thudding crack. The one guard starts to leave the child's room as the other felt the need to kick her, a small,  young girl, no older than maybe right or nine years old, as hard as he could, right in the abdomen.

"What'd you do that for?" The exiting guard asks, his brows furrowed in confusion. He may work for the facility as a guard, and he may get a little taser happy, but he only did what was asked of him. He would never chose violence just because he could.

"She'll be fine. She can use those healing abilities on herself." He says as he gives her one more hard kick to the chest, cracking a few of her ribs. Though unconscious from the tasing, she seems to let out a cry of pain. He laughs at this and spits on her before walking out and away from the room. The nicer guard goes back into the room and grabbed a paper towel, wiping the spit off of her the best he could, apologizing to her profusely, knowing she can hear him.

A few hours pass, and she is sitting up on the floor of the room crying in pain. She can heal others, but she just doesn't have the ability to heal herself. It's almost like she just is not allowed. She dits in pure agony, spitting up blood now and then. She can feel it in her stomach that something just isn't right. She pulls her knees to her chest, hugging them close, hoping it would help the pain go away.

She doesn't notice someone come to the door. It was Peter, an orderly. He has the brightest, kindest blue eyes and the sweetest smile. He slowly opened the door and slipped in, kneeling down in front of the poor girl.

"Hey. there, Angel." He says softly as he lifts her chin ever so gently. "I'm going to get you out of this place, okay?"

She wipes away her tears and nods to him as he takes her by the hands and helps her stand. He looks at her face sorrowfully and uses the wrist of his crisp white shirt to wipe the blood from her mouth. There is something about him that gives me comfort, like I can trust him fully with my life.