I was dead. Or at least I thought. When I was shocked to almost death, I tumbled across the edge of the cliff, falling down. And down. And down. Then, everything had went silent. I couldn't hear anyone, couldn't hear anything. It was just silent.

A beating sound was the first thing I could hear. At first I thought it was the sound of my own heart still beating. But then, the soft thump, thush, thump sounds told me a different story. 

Slowly, I open my eyes and all I saw was wings, black, feathered wings. My vision was still a little fuzzy, my body unresponsive to some actions I try to perform, but I was well aware of one thing; the heaviness of the shock collar, was now gone. I gasp silently as blue eyes peer down at me.

"How do you feel Mark," the Irishman asks as the black wings fold up behind his back. I stare at him in amazement.

"So, it's true?" I whisper, staring at the tops of his wings over his shoulder. He frowns.

"What's true?"

"That angels really do exist?" Jack chuckles at my pitiful question.

"Sure, if that's the term that you really want to use!" I let out a frustrated sigh, rolling over on the very uncomfortable bed, with my back towards him.

"I was being serious, you know?" I grumble under my breath. I heard Jack let out a sigh as well.

"I'm sorry, Mark. To answer your question, am I an angel? No, I'm not."

"Then what are you?" I ask, rolling over to face his standing figure. I watch as the corner of his mouth curve upwards to form a small smile.

"You don't remember do you?" He asks quietly.

"Remember what?"

"You'll remember when the time comes Mark," he replies, refusing to answer my question. I huffed in frustration, but that was short lived as someone busts through the oak doors.

"MARK!" I nearly shot up out of my bed as the familiar black haired, scrawny boy raced towards my bed.

"PHIL!" I cried happily, wrapping him in a hug. He sobs small, happy sobs.

"You're alive!" He cries, squeezing me tighter.

"I thought you were dead because when I woke up, you were gone!" I reply, squeezing him back. Phil pulls back as a brown hair figure walks into the room, his tan wings with white tipped wings feathers were folded neatly behind his back, just like Jack's. I've seen him before, in the woods with Dzere. "Dan?"

"So you remember me?" He asks curiously. I frown slightly.

"I don't remember you if that's what you're asking. I only remember you from the forest, that's all."

"Oh," he says, disappointment laced faintly within his voice. But then he clears his throat, turning to Jack. "Aaron wants to see you." Jack nods in acknowledgement and exits the room, leaving Dan, Phil, and I all by ourselves.

"I'm just so happy you're alive!" Phil whispers, his eyes filling up with tears.

"Yeah, consider yourself lucky to be alive. The amount of Zyanx that the needles injected you with could've seriously killed you."

"Zyanx, what's that?" I ask.

"It's a poison that is considered poisonous to your kind." I shiver, tracing over the bumps that the needles left in my neck.

"What do you mean my kind?" I whisper.

"He means to say it would kill you," Jack's voice causes everyone to jump. His eyes were cold and very sinister as he glares at Dan . "Don't worry about your kind Mark." I frown.

"What's going on? What do you mean?"

"Don't worry about it Mark." I was so confused. Why was Jack acting so cold towards Dan all of a sudden?

"Did Dan do something wrong?" That seemed to snap him out of his threatening gaze.

"Huh? What, no. I'm just saying don't worry about it."

"Why?" Jack looks me straight in my eyes before responding.

"You'll remember everything when the time is right."