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"Here's Angela as a baby...I wonder what is to become of her..."

~----->Allen, the moving rose bush, the boy in green, and the "princess"
A.K.A "Allen Finds Angela"<-----~

Allen lay fast asleep in his bed around eleven o'clock in the morning. He was in a very comfortable position as he was not making a sound. This was a very strange thing to see Allen do, for sleep came very rarely for this man. He barely ever slept unless he absolutely needed to. He was a night owl every night ever since his father locked him up in that attic at the age of two. Damn powers. They had to screw up his life at that time. He began to toss and turn at the memories. He grunted in his sleep in a most displeased way. That's when, she floated into the room.
The room suddenly felt a strange chill. Allen's eyes opened sharply at the temperature change. His eyes darted around until they set upon the eldest of the ghost children that inhabitited his house, Lucy. She was standing over his bed with a worried expression on her face. Allen sat up in bed with a grunt.

"Lucy..." He muttered softly. "What's up? Someone in your family dissappear again?"

Lucy stared down at Allen and sighed in her raspy voice. "No," She replied. "They are all roaming the house safely...It's just...One of your rose bushes are litterally moving around your backyard." She sat at the foot of the bed and sighed once more.

Allen's eyes widened sharply. A rose bush moving around his backyard? Some sort of magic must be going on! He threw his covers off his bed and grabbed his robe. He ran out of his bedroom and down the stairs hurriedly. When he reached the backdoor of his house sure enough one of his rose bushes were wandering around his back yard. He gasped and opened the door rapidly. He jumped outside and stood on his deck.

The rose bush moved around reaching it's branches up into the air. It seemed to be reaching for the sun and moving towards it.

Allen watched the rose bush move until he noticed that it was carrying something. Allen squinted his eyes to have a closer look. The rose bush seemed to be carrying a small bright green bundle that too, was moving about. Allen blinked and moved a bit closer. He got a few feet closer and he saw that the bundle was...A living breathing infant! Allen tried to run to the rose bush to see if the baby needed help when he felt someone grab him from behind. Allen spun around and tried to fight off whatever had grabbed him. To his surprise he met with a young boy about the height of a fourteen year old. The boy was wearing the same color green as the infant's blanket. His eyes were a bright yellow green that were staring straight at Allen's. Allen stepped back. What could this kid want!

"Uh..." Allen began slowly. "What do you want from me kid? I'm trying to save that baby!"

The boy's eyes widened. "Does that mean you accept your mission?" He uttered.

Allen blinked. "Mission?" He questioned. "Clearly I haven't been informed...What's the mission?"

The boy chuckled. "Your misson is to save my little sister and care for her for the rest of her life" He smiled and tears came to his eyes. "I can't explain it all, the rest is up to you. Please take good care of Angela" He then turned and began to run off, vanishing before he turned around the corner of the house.

Allen blinked twice and then another for good measure. He hadn't a clue what the boy meant by he couldn't explain it all. Allen was confused but still he had to save the baby before she gets hurt! He ran infront of the rose bush and suddenly the words of the boy came to his mind.

"Just say 'I accept my mission! You may rest in peace!'" The voice echoed in his mind.

Allen nodded to himself.
"I accept my mission! You may rest in peace!" He shouted to the rose bush in hopes that it would work.

The rose bush stopped moving but took the vine with the infant cradled on it and leaned it out to Allen.

Allen took the infant and cradled her slowly. Then, he looked at the rose bush. The rose bush had stopped moving and was just sitting in front of Allen. He smiled to himself and turned to walk into the house.

The baby opened her eyes to reveal their emerald glory. She looked up at Allen and cooed in question.

Allen looked down at the baby. "Well, Hello there." He chirped. "Your brother said your name was Angela am I right little one?"

Angela seemed to understand as she smiled and seemed to nod at her name. Then, she closed her eyes again. Drifting off to sleep.

Allen smiled and he yawned. Dang, all of this had woken him up from a nice dream. Angela didn't have a half bad idea.

Once inside his room Allen took an old cradle out of his closet he was saving if he ever did have a baby in the house this small. He placed Angela in the crib and rocked her slightly.

"Angela..." He whispered. "I wonder what great things will become of you..." Allen lied back down on his bed and closed his own eyes. Floating off to dream land.

As soon as Allen closed his eyes, Angela opened hers a bit and smiled at Allen. Her emerald eyes gleamed at her new father, but just as they were opened they closed once more.

Little did they know that outside the window the young boy was again out in the backyard, staring at Allen's bedroom window. Tears streamed down his cheeks and he smiled.

"Mommy, Daddy and I will miss you Angela..." He whsipered. "Until we meet again..." And with that he vanished. Possibly never to be seen again.

"Until we meet again"~

The days went by slowly after Angela was brought to the family. Allen was proving to be a very good father. He fed Angela regularly and changed her clothes when needed. He read her stories about forests, princesses and how everyone had a happily ever after someway, somehow. He gave this tiny infant such love and tenderness that he thought only her mother could give to her. Things were just fine to Allen, except for the fact that Angela hadn't said a word to him at all. Everytime Allen read Angela a story he would point to a certain picture and ask Angela to say the word. No matter how he pointed or what the word was, Angela would just look up at Allen with a confused expression. Allen felt discouraged.

One day Allen decided to sit Angela down in her high chair and try to get her to talk to him. He picked up her bottle and pointed to it.

"Bottle" He said softly to her.

Angela didn't seem to hear because all she was doing was giggling as she played with the food on her plate.

Allen sighed and put the bottle down. He spotted Angela's blanket, picked it up and pointed to it hoping Angela would respond.

"Blankey" He whispered.

Angela stared at Allen with a grin on her face. She reached out for the blanket giggling happily.

Allen sighed yet again and gave Angela her blanket. He looked around for something else to ask her to say. Nope, nothing even he could pronouce. He sat there looking at the floor dissapointed in his attempt to get her to speak. He thought that Angela would never speak. He had tried so hard and nothing seemed to be working. He was about to open his mouth to say 'forget it' when a tiny questioning voice rang through his ears.

"Papa sad?" The voice asked in a confused tone.
That voice didn't sound like anyone Allen had ever heard. He raised his head and looked at Angela.

"What did you say?" He questioned Angela hoping that it was her that had spoken.

"Papa sad?" Angela replied slightly tilting her head to the side.

Allen's eyes gleamed. She had said her first words! Finally! Allen picked Angela up and danced around the kitchen with her in his arms.

Angela laughed loudly as she clung to her father.

"Papa!" She chirped happily.

Allen grinned widely. Oh how happy he was to hear his daughter talk.
"I'm so proud of you Angela!" he whispered to Angela as he hugged her gently.

That night as Allen put a sleeping Angela to bed her eyes opened and looked straight into Allen's. Allen stood there and looked back with a smile.

"It's time to sleep Angela." He muttered softly. "I'll see you in the morning...Until then..Sweet dreams" He yawned and walked over to his own bed. He lay down in it and closed his eyes.

Angela looked at her father through the bars of the crib.

"Nigh Nigh Papa" She yawned as she drifted off to sleep.