Wings
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"But how do we do that?" I said in a somewhat concerned voice. "How do I get my wings?" "In all the previous situations that have been recorded; an angel gets it's wings after turning 18 years of age and having an unusual experience, something new." the doctor stated "Which in your case would be?" he asked. "I don't know.." I trailed off. At the exact moment I said that, Nathan walked through the doors of the lab. "What's up?" Nathan asked as we were all staring at him, especially myself. Bailey, who was monitoring my vitals at the time, noticing that my heartbeat increased significantly said: "I think I might have an idea." I gave her a look that I've never shared with anyone before. Let's just say; if looks could hurt people, Bailey wouldn't be feeling great right now.
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I feel something slam into me, knocking the breath from my lungs. Only it is not the car that hits me; it is a person. He takes the brunt of the fall, rolling under me so that my face does not brush the street, but the force of the impact knocks me out of his arms and I skid across the asphalt into the grass. The car speeds past, flying down the road before disappearing on a turn. I wait in agony until my lungs finally work, and then I roll onto my back and gasp for air. "Are you okay?" Liam's voice is frantic as he crawls toward me. He cups my face in his hands and checks my body for injuries. This time I know I am not imagining things. There are dark wings coming out of his back. I sputter a few fragmented sentences before I can get the words out. "What are you?"

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