The Angel Experiment

Wings

"My . . . Sister?" Harry widens his eyes. I frown and nod slowly. "Why would she work here?! You must be mistaken . . . "

"Her name is Gemma, yeah?" I wince as my wing stretches a bit. Harry furrows his brows and nods. "Well, we'll figure something out." I reassure him. He looks at the floor and nods.

"Okay."

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2 Weeks Later

It didn't take very long for my wing to heal. The doctors had extra healing products and shots to make the process faster, and now all I need is a few more feathers.

Speaking of feathers, Harry finally got his wings fully grown. They're much larger than mine. His are about three feet longer than mine on each side, and they're a gorgeous, shiny, midnight black. He's more quiet than usual today. I'm wondering what's going on, but I'm so scared to ask. Quite frankly, I'm scared of anything that so much as moves after my wing incident.

Of course, Harry would never hurt me, so why not? "Harry?" I turn to look at him, sitting in the back of the cage. He slowly looks up at me.

"Yeah?" His voice is rough like he just woke up.

"How come you're so quiet?" I whisper.

"I-I don't know . . . " He looks away.

"Harry, you can tell me anything. We're in this together." I frown at him, wondering why he wouldn't tell me.

"My lungs hurt . . . " He mumbles. Oh. He doesn't want to talk about his pain.

"Harry, just because you're a guy doesn't mean you have to act tough." I faintly smile at him and scoot beside him, curling up into his side.

He sighs and wraps his arms around me, pulling me onto his lap. "I know." He whispers.

"Hm . . . " I hear a familiar chuckle and a low growl comes from both of our throats. Harry coughs afterward, though. "Subject 17 . . . I think it's time you fly." Dr. Franco grins. My eyes widen.

"Harry, you have to come down as soon as they tell you, okay? They'll tase you if you don't." I tell him, and he nods. Just like that, he's ripped from my grip. But something weird happens. I blink, and somehow, I'm out of the cage. I look around me, and Franco is in it. "Harry?" I almost yell. I blink again and he's right in front of me. "How did you . . . ?"

"I don't know." He widens his eyes. "My lungs stopped hurting!" He grins. "Come on!"

"Okay!" I smile. We run in our stupid hospital gowns and somehow, all of the doctors and nurses keep disappearing. "Harry, what are you doing?!"

"Love, I'm not sure . . . " He laughs. We stop by the supply closet and find our things. For some reason, the clothes just appear on Harry, and he's standing in a different spot within a second.

I can't help but gape. I slip my jeans on under my gown and tell him to turn around while I put my shirt on, but . . . It's already on. "Okay. Stop, now." I cross my arms at Harry. He frowns suddenly. "How are you doing this?" I ask.

"I-uh . . . I think I'm . . . Freezing things." He goes back to his dimpled grin.

"Seriously?!" I exclaim. "That's amazing!" I grin. "You ever use it on me again, I'll suck all of your energy out of you." I give him the look. His eyes widen in fear and he nods quickly.

"Where do we go, now?" He asks.

"We have to go to the training room and get your sister." I mumble. He nods and picks me up. I blink and we're here. "Harry, I told you not to-"

"It's faster, though." He whines.

"Yeah, well, I don't like being frozen." I return the whine.

"You guys ready to get out of here, or are you going to sit there and fight over powers?" I turn to see Gemma. Harry puts me down and runs up to hug her.

"Gemma!" He looks so relieved to see her. She just laughs and playfully shoves him away.

"Come on. We need to get out of here." She says, grabbing his wrist and pulling. We both follow her to a short cut out the back.

"This short cut is only for employees. Wings in." Gemma's voice appears in our heads.

"Oh, please don't do that. I do not want my sister in my head . . . " Harry groans.

Gemma just chuckles. Or maybe not . . . "Ohhh! My baby brother is inlove?!"

Gemma's squeals are so loud that Harry cringes. "Gemma, I swear t-"

"It's not nice too swear, Harry." She smirks. "And by the way . . . You look good as a dark angel." Harry groans and just keeps walking without saying anything.

Once we're out, we all stop for a moment. "Which way?" Harry asks.

"This way." I say, heading East. That's where the others are.

"Can we fly?" Harry asks.

"Can you carry Gemma?" I ask. He shrugs and picks up his sister, grunting from her weight.

"I don't know . . . I feel . . . Weaker . . . " He frowns.

"Yeah . . . That happens . . . They have to thin your bones so you can fly easier and faster." I explain. Harry suddenly looks angry.

"So now I'm going to be skinnier than all the guys, forever?! That's not fair!"

"No, no, no, Harry. It just means you're going to be lighter. You can still be . . . Masculine." Gemma chuckles. Harry's cheeks turn a bright red.

"Oh." He looks at the ground.

"Guys!" My eyes widen, and I look back at the building where Dr. Franco stands, holding up a tranquilizer gun. Everything seems to go in slow motion. Harry's eyes widen and he jumps in front of me and Gemma, just as Franco fires. Time seems to have stopped. Except . . . Harry, Gemma and I are still moving. The bullet is frozen, mid-air, and I watch as Harry grabs and and jabs it into Franco's neck. Then he returns to us and we run.