Prologue-
"Vital signs in order, wings one hundred percent healthy, stealth and armoured skin one hundred precent active." A feminine voice echoes through my head. "Ikaros, you may open your eyes."
I did. A glass cylinder surrounded me as I looked at my arms, long tubes were stuck to and into my skin. I looked towards where the voice came from.
"Can you say anything?" A woman said, she was in a nice black dress, a small computer in her hand.
"My head kinda hurts..." I moaned.
"Don't worry." She smiled. "That'll be over soon, meanwhile, it's time to introduce you to some other angels."
"Angels?" I questioned.
"We had to give your kind a name." She said, that smile still seemed to be plastered to her make-upped face. "'Angel' happened to fit well." I frowned.
"Our kind...?" The woman turned towards the door that I just realised was there, I heard some whispers and then some other people walked in, lead by her. Two of them were girls like me.
"I will just let Ikaros off her tubes and out of her capsule." I watched as the lady, still smiling. She pushed something on her computer and I heard some clicks. The tubes that were connected to my arms recoiled back and I found that I could move.
The glass in front of me sank downwards, slowly I stepped forwards.
"Ikaros."A man in a pristine white lab coat smiled at me. "I want you to meet Missile and Angel." He gestured to wards the girls behind him. One had long black hair and a green eyes, the other had blonde hair and dark eyes. They were both in black thin bodysuits. I looked down at myself for a second, realising that I was in the same thing.
"Hi." I smiled. They grinned and I noticed a feather on the floor. Looks like they have wings like me.
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Angels Of Death
Science FictionThe reason we are called Angels Of Death is because we are the ones that will destroy what mustn't exist. (Me, Angel and Missile) We are the most elite and strongest weapons that have ever been made, but... What would happen if we didn't want to be...