The Freak and The Angel

Chapter 14 : Father?

**Eddie's POV**

"Guys?" Angel weakly whimpered, our eyes shot over to her as we watched her fall over on her side on the couch.

"Angel?" I got down on my knees on the floor beside her. Her eyes are open, rolled back. Her eyeballs are entirely blood red. Her eyelids twitched, her mouth hung open. She looked like she was having a seizure.

"Becky, help me get her on the floor!" I panicked. She helped me lift Angel off the couch and laid her as flat as possible on the floor. I placed a pillow under her head and we watched and waited for it to be over.

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**Angel's POV**

I don't know where I am. It looks like home, but it's dark. There are weird tentacle looking roots over everything, winding and slithering everywhere. Eddie and Becky are gone.

I stand up from the couch and carefully walk over the roots, wandering around the trailer. I check the rooms, even in uncle Wayne's. No one's here.

I go outside, everything is the same, but different. The roots cover all of the other trailers and cars, slithering across the driveways.

The sky is dark, red lightning constantly flashing. As I start walking out of the trailer park, I hear a deep gravely, unfamiliar voice say my name.

"Angel. You've come home to me." I spin around, looking everywhere, trying to find whoever is taking to me.

"Who's there? How do you know my name?" I ask in a panic, hugging my arms around myself.

"You don't need to be afraid." He said.

"I want to go home!" I yelled as I kept walking. My feet kept carrying me, as if in being lead somewhere.

"You are home." The voice followed me.
I felt like I was walking for hours before I came upon the old Creel house. I found myself standing at the stained glass door as it creeks open.

"Come inside." The voice beckoned. My feet once again leading me, the door closing behind me.

"Who are you, where are you?" I asked, the words just spilling from my mouth. I don't really want to be here, not at all.

A man I recognized came down the stairs and stood before me, arms outstretched. It was Peter, the orderly from the lab. I don't know yet about this glamour he's using to hide his true form.

"Peter?" I asked as I ran up to hug him.
"You got out too?" I spoke againt his chest. I loved this man, he saved me, he took care of me, he got me out of the lab.

"Yes and no." He spoke now in the voice I remembered as he guided me to an old worn couch. We sat together and I faintly smiled, placing my hands on my lap.

"What do you mean?"

"I was, how do I say this? I was banished to this place. So yes, I got out."

I looked at him with wide eyes as he spoke.

"And Angel, my name isn't Peter. It's Henry. Henry Creel." He pulled up his shirt sleeve, revealing his 001 tattoo.

"I'm 001, and I'm also your father."

I stared at him in shock, my mouth falling open. I could see it. We have the same bright blue eyes, and abilities, even though I never witnessed his, but I heard the stories about 001.

"Who's my mother?" I asked him, really wanting to know, even though the shock of learning he is my father is lingering.

"Your mother was 004. She didn't survive your birth." He spoke, almost sadly.