Irene's dirty white wings stretched and fluttered; her fragile body hovering in the air as her wings transported her to someplace of safety.

The angel's heart ached for her parents, she had to leave them behind for they were already ice cold, blood no longer pumping, face devoid of colour. Like the drizzle of rain, tears flooded down her face, dripping uncontrollably like a leaky tap. The child's face flushed red, like the crimson that stained her parents’ glorious wings. She had to race away, away before she too would be captured by the selfish humans, tormented beyond words.

Currently, the shivering body enveloped herself with drooping wings, hiding in an abandoned building in a crammed, hidden room. Her desperate heart throbbed, lashing out at her tiny chest cavity, threatening to break out of its prison. Her quiet sobs were muffled in the small space, the child shaking.

Suddenly, she a loud bang was heard down the hallway her hidden room was in. She hugged her knees closer and clamped her mouth shut. She can't be making any noises.