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Imagine: Finding Warren "Angel!"You yelled appearing in the warehouse. "Who's asking?!"A boy's voice boomed. "I'm Y/N!"You shouted."Show yourself!" You heard a grunt of pain and a pathetic flapping of wings before something (or someone) fell in front of you from the ceiling. "Betsy told me you'd be here."You muttered. Angel stood up and shook his wings with a pained groan before walking towards you."What do you want?" "I need you to come with me." "Look, whatever your name is-" "Y/N."You told him. "If I wanted to talk to you I wouldn't be in here. Alone." You ignored him."What's wrong with your wing?" You gestured to the huge gash across it. "Nothing."Angel grunted. You edged closer. "Get away!"The blonde boy yelled at you. You didn't listen and before he could push you away (physically) you pounced on his injured wing. Angel screamed and reached to grab at you but you were already using your second mutation. "Tada!"You stood up and smiled. The boy examined his freshly healed wing."Whoa." "You're welcome."You smirked."Now let me tell you why I'm here. My uncle owns a school and by the looks of it you really need to come." "Why should I?" "You really need help." "Do I now?"Angel challenged before putting his hand on your arm."Maybe you could help me?" "Ok, flirty."You laughed removing his hand."Come to the school and I'll think about it." "Fine. I'm Warren by the way." "I know."
